Amedeo, Her Italian Billionaire (2 page)

This didn’t seem right. “You want a baby?”

“I hadn’t thought I did, but why not? I’m not getting any younger and there are no marriage prospects knocking on my door. My mother might actually leave me alone about getting married if I give her a grandchild.”

She cocked her head, still not getting it. “So I get to live in luxury, have this baby, then move on from there if I want?”

“You can see the baby if you want. I won’t deny you that or the baby its mother. I’m not a cruel man, Violet. You should know that from my lovemaking.”

Of course, her mind went back to that night. He had been a considerate lover. Her mouth went dry. She’d come more times that night then she had in the three prior years. She swallowed trying to get her mouth wet again to speak. “I have to think about this.”

“Ask me anything,” he said. “Come sit, so we can talk.”

She eyed the chair as if it were a trap. Was it? She didn’t understand. She hadn’t been one to babysit as a kid. She’d never been enamored of ankle biters. She wasn’t one to rush to hold a baby. What did she know about being a mother? Nothing. Her own mother had been deficient in the warm and fuzzy part of mothering.

Not seeing any way around it, Violet sat in the chair opposite him. She didn’t sit back. She didn’t make herself comfortable. She kept herself ready to bolt at the slightest hint of anything going south.

He eyed her for a minute. “What do you need to know to make this happen? Ask me anything, Violet. My life is an open book.”

He sat there with his long-fingered hands and his designer suit as if life was always this easy. Life wasn’t easy. It wasn’t supposed to be, but she’d bet it had been for this man. He didn’t look over his shoulder to make sure no one was following him when he walked home from the bus stop.

It took her two trains to get to his office. Did he even use public transportation? Did he even understand the struggle of living paycheck-to-paycheck? Probably not, but he wasn’t being a jerk. If he was to be taken at face value, he was offering to pay her way. Offering to keep her safe and healthy during the pregnancy.

“What’s in it for you?”

“I’ve explained that. I get a baby. Either I get to have him or her part-time or he or she lives with me. Either way, I get to help shape the next generation.”

“You like kids?”

“I love kids.”

She snorted. This didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. “You actually like kids. They smell and are loud and don’t have any sense of what not to say.”

He laughed. “That’s what I like about them. They don’t lie most of the time,” he said. “I am completely serious about my offer, Violet. You can move in as soon as we do another pregnancy test.”

So he didn’t believe her. She stood. “I think we’re done here. I’ll figure out another way to pay for the abortion.”

“You don’t want to keep your child?”

“I’ve never wanted children. Wouldn’t know the first thing about raising them.”

“I’ll get you parenting classes.”

She shook her head. She almost couldn’t breathe at the idea of raising a child. Her lifestyle didn’t fit it. No insurance. No car. No steady income. It wouldn’t work. “I don’t think they will help.”

“My offer has a deadline, Violet.”

“So it isn’t that simple.”

“I’ll give you one week to think about it. If I don’t hear from you, I won’t think about you again. You won’t be able to come to me when you’ve had the baby.”

That was cold, but she should have expected that. One doesn’t get a large office and company like this without stepping on a few toes. She brought herself up tall. “I’ll be fine.”

*

Amedeo entered his brother Dante’s newly-renovated offices in Princeton. They didn’t work far from each other, so they sometimes had lunch. He needed some advice from his brother, who would soon be a father.

He greeted his Dante’s new secretary, introducing himself.

Dante’s wife had been his assistant for years, but she was now home awaiting the arrival of their first child. Or she was off somewhere being a sommelier. He couldn’t keep track of Gwen.

“Hi, I’m Amedeo.”

The thirty-something woman smiled up at him. “You must be his brother.” She held out her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Zena.”

He shook her hand. She could see the resemblance. “Nice to meet you, Zena. Is my butthead brother free?”

“He’s in there with your other brother Salvatore,” she said.

Maybe this was serendipitous. He should have Salvatore run a check on Violet. No reason not to be forewarned so he knew what he was getting into. “Can I go in?”

“I would imagine it’s fine.”

He knocked then entered his brother’s office. The building had been torched, but now it stood looking even better than before the fire. Dante had been able to design exactly what he wanted and insurance had paid it all.

Amedeo hugged his brothers. “Good to see you, Sally.”

Salvatore cringed at the nickname, but Amedeo always called him that, just to annoy him. “You, too, Amedeo. How’s it hanging?”

“To my knees, like always,” Amedeo said.

They sat on chairs as Dante observed them. “You two young bucks done posturing?”

Amedeo looked at Salvatore. “Listen to the old, married man. I think he’s jealous.”

“Yep, jealous that we can get as much ass as we want,” Salvatore said.

“Laugh it up, guys, but I’m happier than both of you combined,” Dante said. “Now. Lunch? Or are you two buttheads going to preen a little more?”

Amedeo laughed. “I want lunch, but I do have something to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” Salvatore said. “There’s medication for those pesky sexually transmitted diseases, but your small pecker is something you’ll have to live with.”

Amedeo ignored Salvatore’s remarks. “Actually, I may have gotten a woman pregnant.”

His two brothers didn’t say something for a minute. Then Dante spoke first. “Is this a good thing?”

“Well, if the baby is mine, then yes. I want to make sure she’s pregnant first, before I celebrate. If she is pregnant with my child, I want to raise it.”

“You want to raise a child? By yourself?” Salvatore said.

“Yes. I like kids,” Amedeo said. Did his brother’s not know this about him?

“Okay. Assuming that you want this child. If she doesn’t she can terminate the pregnancy without your knowledge.”

“I’ve made her an offer,” Amedeo said. Both his brothers stared at him as if he had two heads, but the offer had made sense at the time. “I will pay all of her expenses until the baby is born.”

Dante whistled. “Holy shit, Amedeo. She can string you along for a few months, living off you.”

“I’ll make her take a pregnancy test, don’t worry,” Amedeo said. He wasn’t a complete idiot.

“How do you know this woman?” Salvatore said. Of course he would be even more suspicious than Dante. His job as a bodyguard and private detective made him that way.

“We met and had a one-night stand.”

“And you’re willing to raise this child if it’s yours?” Dante said. “It’s a big job, bro.”

“I’m sure it is, but I have resources. I can get a nanny,” Amedeo said. He could convert one of his bedrooms in his penthouse to a nursery. It was only money to spend.

“Let me do a background check on her,” Salvatore said. “Give me her name and what you know about her.”

“Of course.” He told his brother her name.

“I can get a preliminary report this afternoon. I’ll put someone on it while we’re eating lunch,” Salvatore said.

His brother had his back. “Good, thanks.” He looked back at Dante. “What are you thinking?”

“That if this works out, my kid will have a cousin close in age. Are you sure about this?”

Amedeo waved his hand. “Yes. If the child is mine, I want him or her taken care of. Whether I do it full time or part time depends on what Violet wants. I’m just not willing to let her terminate the pregnancy.”

He assumed she was going to take him up on his offer. If she wasn’t, he was going to have to figure out another way to deal with the situation. He was getting used to the idea that he might have a son or daughter. He’d be a good father.

“Then I guess congratulations are in order, pending the pregnancy test and pending the paternity test. I never would have thought this of you, Amedeo.”

“Why not?”

Dante and Salvatore exchanged a glance. “Because you’re the biggest playboy in the family. A child is going to curtail that a bunch. Even with a nanny. Maybe not at first, but when the child can talk and ask you where you’re going, it will,” Salvatore said.

Amedeo hadn’t thought about that, but he was going to have to adjust his lifestyle. He could do this. Once Violet made her decision about whether she was going to step up and be a parent, he would start interviewing nannies. No reason not to be ready for the inevitable.

He sighed. He was going to have a busy few months while he was waiting for the baby. He could do this. Having a lot of money at his disposal made life easier. No reason for his kid not to grow up with that wealth. Money could provide a lot that he hadn’t had as a child.

Maybe even provide Violet with whatever she hadn’t had, but that was another story. He chose not to mention that he’d been attracted to Violet and wanted to see her again. His brothers would never let him live that down.

***

“Son of a bitch,” Violet said as she stared at the eviction notice on her apartment door.

That hadn’t been there when she left his morning. She tried her key in the lock, but it didn’t work. That meant she had the clothes on her back. She only had a few dollars in her wallet and she didn’t have her laptop. There would be no completing her deadline. Certainly not today.

She tromped downstairs to find her landlord. She knocked on his door. Music played from the apartment, but no one answered her knock. She banged harder. “Damn it. I know you’re in there.”

Her landlord was a bastard to begin with. The door was yanked open. Reggie Dwight stood in the doorway wearing nothing but boxer shorts. Thin, ratty boxer shorts that did not hide enough of any part of his body, let alone the part she really didn’t want to see.

He put a hand on the doorframe, leaning into it as if he were God’s gift to women. His sour scent wafted off him and Violet tried not to flinch when it hit her nose. The man needed a bath. And fumigating.

“Hello, Violet.”

It what he probably thought was a sexy voice, but it came out smarmy. Like from a man who had bodies buried in his basement. Or a woman chained to his bed. Violet shuddered with the sound.

“What’s with the eviction notice? I said that I would have the rent this week.”

“No can do. You’re too far behind.”

“You could have at least warned me. My laptop’s in there. Can’t you open it and let me get it?”

His gaze raked over her, but this man wasn’t Amedeo. No, his gaze was a leer. He wasn’t admiring her form as much as undressing her with his eyes. She resisted shuddering again. She couldn’t piss him off. He was the only man with a key to her place. He could steal her laptop which was the only thing valuable in her apartment. Her livelihood depended on it.

“I could open it.”

He reached out to touch her face. She grabbed his hand. “Don’t touch me, Reggie.”

“You want your laptop?”

“Yes. You can open it and no one will know.”

Could she appeal to his decency? If he had any, it might work. Her dealings with him had never gone smoothly. Why was she expecting this one to be any different? He had her over a barrel, which is kind of how he wanted her. Naked and helpless.

“I’ll know, Violet, and I want something for my troubles.”

She shook her head. “No way, Reggie. We’ve been through this. I’m more woman than you can handle.”

Maybe humor would appeal to him. His gaze went up and down her again. Guess not. “Here are my terms. You. Naked. In my bed. One hour.”

“Okay, but what would we do with the other fifty five minutes after you finished?”

She couldn’t help herself. It had come flying out of her mouth and she couldn’t reel it back in. No time machine had been invented for her to go back and change her answer. His eyes bulged out. A frowned creased his face. “You little bitch. Now I’m not going to help you. Not even if you offer a week of blowjobs.”

“Come on, Reggie.”

He rubbed his own crotch. “You get none of this. It would spoil you for other men anyway.”

Then he slammed the door in her face. No matter how much she knocked, he didn’t open it again. Outside on the sidewalk, she looked up at the cloudy sky. All she needed was for it to rain. And then it did. She had nowhere to go.

When she walked around the building, she eyed the fire escape. If she could reach it, she could get in through the window. She knew how to break into her own apartment. She jumped and grabbed, but missed the bottom of the ladder that had be pulled down.

The rain splattered onto her face. She was getting wetter by the second and not in a good way. The ladder would only get more slippery.