Claimed by the Billionaire: Rescue #3 Read Online Free PDF

way for what I
would do next. If it was a poor reaction, I’d have to go back to my apartment
and figure out what to do from there. If it was a positive one, then Bradley
and I would have to sit down and think about what to do next.
    “Serena?” I heard
Bradley down the hall, looking for me.
    I wished he had slept
in longer. But there was no getting around it. My heart thumped in my chest as
if it was going to pop. My palms were sweaty, I realized as I stood up and
tried to wipe them off on my shirt. I heard him call for my name again and I
opened the bathroom door, stepping out into the hallway.
    “Hey, you okay?” He
asked.
    The stick was clutched
in my hand. My pee covered stick, I thought. Bradley’s hair was messy and his
clothes had been thrown on by the ruffled look of them. He looked concerned.
    “There’s a bathroom in
my room, Serena.” He said to me.
    My throat felt dry.
This morning had all gone much too quickly and I found myself wishing I could
go back and start over. I just didn’t know where I would start over. I wanted
to say something but no words came. Bradley walked over to me and looked at me
curiously.
    “Serena?” He asked.
    I just shook my head.
    “What?” He looked
puzzled and his gaze went down to my hand, gripping the stick.
    Slowly, he leaned
forward and took my hand in his, gently prying my first open. The stick rested
on my palm, out in the open now. Half of me expected it to glow or some booming
music to kick up. Something to break the silence. Bradley lifted the stick up and
looked at it. He looked at it for a long time. Then he raised his gaze and met
my eyes.
    “That stick has my pee
on it.” I blurted out, breaking the silence.
    What an asinine thing
to say, I thought but Bradley’s serious face cracked and he started laughing.
He just kept laughing.
    “What?” I said,
confused and worried.
    “Serena,” He replied,
trying to look serious again, “You’re pregnant. We’re past the point of
worrying about if I’m holding a stick with your pee on it.”
    “We are?” I said
dumbly.
    He looked at the stick
again and back up at me, “Serena, you’re pregnant.”
    “Yes…” I said slowly,
not wanting to scare him off but hoping against hope his reaction kept going
the way it was going.
    “This is amazing.”
    “But I thought you
didn’t want kids.” There I went again, blurting things out, not even pausing to
think about how they sounded.
    “With Winter,” Bradley
replied, “Serena, I didn’t want children with Winter. Can you imagine?”
    The weight in my chest
lessened a little but I still felt nervous, “Are you sure?”
    He took my hands in
his, the stick now pressed against our hands, “Serena, of course I’m sure.”
    “But…isn’t this too
soon? We just…I didn’t mean for this to happen.”
    “I know that.” His gaze
softened.
    “I don’t want you to
think I did this on purpose, Bradley.”
    He looked at me closely
and pushed back a lock of my hair that had fallen in front of my face, “Do you
really think I would think that?”
    “I…I didn’t mean that,
I just…”
    “I don’t think that,
Serena. Yes, it is fast and we are still trying to figure this all out. But we
can do it. I told you that I want to be with you. It isn’t as though I can’t
afford a kid.”
    “Yeah,” I pressed on,
“But do you want one?”
    His brow furrowed, “I
told you, Serena, I do. I just didn’t with Winter. Are you feeling okay?”
    I felt that feeling
again, that sick feeling all over like I was going to throw up or something. I
felt like a cold sweat was breaking out over my body.
    “You need to lay down,
Serena, come on. We can discuss this in bed.”
    He took me by my hand
and gently led me down the hallway. I couldn’t tell if I was sick from too much
too fast from the last twenty four hours — the paparazzi finding my home, us
escaping to Bradley’s, making sure Greg was okay and now the pregnancy. Maybe
the last few weeks were all