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  Special Delivery

  By, S. Cinders

  Special Delivery

  Billionaire's Secret Baby, Volume 1

  S. Cinders

  Published by S. Cinders, 2018.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  SPECIAL DELIVERY

  First edition. June 1, 2018.

  Copyright © 2018 S. Cinders.

  ISBN: 978-1386024514

  Written by S. Cinders.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  CHAPTER 25

  CHAPTER 26

  CHAPTER 27

  CHAPTER 28

  CHAPTER 29

  CHAPTER 30

  CHAPTER 31

  CHAPTER 32

  CHAPTER 33

  CHAPTER 34

  CHAPTER 35

  CHAPTER 36

  CHAPTER 37

  CHAPTER 38

  CHAPTER 39

  CHAPTER 40

  CHAPTER 41

  CHAPTER 42

  CHAPTER 43

  CHAPTER 44

  CHAPTER 45

  CHAPTER 46

  EPILOGUE

  Further Reading: Undercover Billionaire: Not Your Ordinary One Night Stand

  About the Author

  CHAPTER 1

  Week 28: Baby's eyes partially open

  Twenty-eight weeks into your pregnancy, or 26 weeks after conception, your baby's eyelids can partially open, and eyelashes have formed. The central nervous system can direct rhythmic breathing movements and control body temperature.

  By now your baby might be nearly 10 inches long from crown to rump and weigh nearly 2 1/4 pounds.

  “MANDY JOHNSON?”

  Mandy hurriedly closed the magazine that she was reading and nearly dropped it in the process. She lurched to her feet. It was neither graceful or pretty. Being seven-months along, Mandy had found that the simplest of tasks, such as standing, could be almost insurmountable.

  Mandy smiled at Dr. Robert’s assistant who was standing patiently at the door.

  “It’s nice to have you back, Mrs. Johnson,” the chubby middle-aged woman guided Mandy over to the scale.

  “Um, I’m not married, Tina,” Mandy reminded Dr. Robert’s assistant of this every appointment. But it seemed that Tina had a difficult time remembering it.

  “Oh, I am sorry, child,” she shook her dark curls. “Up another three pounds this month.”

  “Is that bad?” Mandy looked at Tina in horror.

  Tina laughed, “I have some women that gain almost seventy pounds with their pregnancies. You have gained twenty-one pounds which is perfectly normal. We did the urine sample while you were waiting, and everything came back fine. Shall we head into a room and listen to the heartbeat?”

  Mandy nodded and followed Tina’s wide hips to the third waiting room. From there Tina had her climb up on the table, and some jelly was squirted on Mandy’s belly. With the fetal doppler, Tina quickly found the baby’s heartbeat and recorded it on the chart.

  “Are you experiencing anything unusual?” Tina asked, the tip of her pen resting on her full lips.

  Mandy frowned, “You always ask me that. But it seems that no matter what I tell you is happening you say it’s normal.”

  Tina raised a brow, “Pain, headaches, nightmares, heartburn, and occasional cramping are all typical of a normal pregnancy, Mandy. But should you come in with purple stripes and orange polka dots I promise to be properly impressed.”

  Mandy laughed, “I haven’t had stripes or polka dots, so I suppose I should be grateful. It is nothing like that.”

  “What is it, child? I have been seeing mother’s for over twenty years, and I don’t think that there is anything you could say that would surprise me.”

  “I keep having sex dreams!” Mandy blurted out.

  “About me?” Tina winked, and Mandy flushed hotly.

  “No! Well, actually I couldn’t tell you who they were about because that changes from dream to dream. But I have these hot dreams of lovers, sometimes two at a time. And, I wake up in desperate need, but my vibrator isn’t cutting it anymore.”

  Tina nodded, “That is perfectly normal.”

  Mandy groaned at the word ‘normal.’

  Dr. Robert’s knocked on the door and slipped inside. He was a handsome man in his forties, and Mandy had been grateful he was able to slip her into his caseload. But she didn’t really want to talk about her sex dreams with him.

  “You need to get laid,” Tina advised.

  Dr. Robert’s paused putting on the second latex glove, “Am I missing something?”

  Mandy wanted the earth to split so that she could sink into a deep hole.

  Tina grinned, “Mrs. Johnson is having wild sex dreams. I told her that she needs to get laid.”

  Dr. Robert’s nodded slowly, “While not completely medically ethical, I would have to agree with Tina. These dreams won’t harm you or your baby. But you might get some satisfaction from having an orgasm.

  “Kill me know,” Mandy uttered underneath her breath.

  “Now,” Dr. Robert’s grin made him look younger and eminently more handsome. “There is nothing wrong with good sex, Mandy. It has been proven to solve many ailments.”

  Mandy pointed to her belly, “And cause a few as well.”

  Dr. Robert’s lips twitched, “That was just luck.”

  Tina giggled, “Or poor planning.”

  Dr. Robert’s admonished his assistant, “Every baby is a blessing from God.”

  Mandy wasn’t sure what she thought about the peanut. Sure, at this stage of her pregnancy she had gotten used to the idea that there was indeed a baby in there and this wasn’t alien-nation. But she wasn’t sure she was on the ‘blessing from God’ train yet.

  “You could always use a vibrator,” Dr. Robert’s continued.

  “It’s not tickling her fancy,” Tina responded before Mandy could get a word in edgewise. “Besides, Mrs. Johnson has a hankering for two lovers.”

  Dr. Robert’s looked impressed.

  “I do not!” Mandy shoved her maternity top over her belly. “It was only a dream! And I am not Mrs. Johnson!”

  Tina sniffed, “Apparently she is sensitive about a few things.”

  Dr. Robert’s ushered Tina out of the room before Mandy could strangle her.

  “Tina is a good woman who can’t keep her mouth shut to save her life,” he chuckled finishing her measurements. “Everything is on schedule, Mandy you measure at twenty-eight weeks. Do you have plans for Christmas? It’s right around the corner you know.”

  Mandy grimaced, “I am still living in my parent’s basement. It’s been hard to find a job being the size of a water buffalo. So, no, nothing is exciting in my life this Christmas."

  “Didn’t you say that you worked as a PA before?” Dr. Robert’s threw away his gloves and began to wash his hands.

  “Yes,” Mandy nodded hoping down from the examination tabl
e. “But they let me go when I threw-up nonstop for five months.”

  “I have a friend who is looking for a PA. I have his number here somewhere.” Dr. Robert’s searched his pockets and came up empty. “Do you mind if I give your number to him?”

  “Thank you, Dr. Robert’s, that would be incredible. You have no idea what it means to me!”

  The doctor smiled kindly at Mandy, “I can’t promise anything. But you will get an interview. And about the other thing?”

  Mandy looked at him in confusion.

  “The sexual dreams?” His smile was kind, “That is all perfectly...”

  “Normal,” they finished together.

  “Don’t let Tina bother you,” He walked Mandy to the waiting room and bid her farewell.

  Mandy looked back at the magazine she had been reading before her name was called. The story had been about the best sexual positions while pregnant. Mandy glanced around the office and then walked over and swiped up the magazine. She had only read about the spoon, reverse cowgirl, and side by side. She had five more positions to make herself feel worse about not having sex, and she wasn’t going to miss them.

  Walking out as nonchalantly as possible, Mandy made her way out of the doctor’s office and headed toward her older sister Kim’s coffee shop. Once she entered The Grind and smelled the familiar aroma of French roast and Columbian’s finest, Mandy began to unwind.

  She had just finished up rear entry when her phone buzzed.

  Unknown: Amanda Johnson? I was given your name by Dr. Robert’s about a PA position.

  Mandy gasped.

  Amanda Johnson: Yes, Mr. Brand. I am interested.

  Unknown: Excellent. Are you available to interview tomorrow at 11 am?

  Amanda Johnson: Yes, sir.

  Unknown: Our offices are located on 5th and Main. I look forward to meeting you, Ms. Johnson.

  Mandy squealed with delight. Perhaps fate was finally on her side.

  CHAPTER 2

  Mandy threw another skirt onto the growing pile of clothes on her bed—nothing fit right anymore.

  “There was nothing wrong with that black skirt,” her older sister rolled her eyes. She had stopped by their parent’s home that morning for moral support.

  “I look like a hypo!” Mandy cried out in disgust.

  Kim’s lips twitched, “No, you look pregnant, which is exactly what you are.”

  Kim had married Andrew five years ago, and they were blissfully happy. However, they had not yet been blessed with children. When Mandy had first discovered she was expecting it caused a rift between the usually impenetrable sisterhood.

  It was only in the past few weeks that Kim had started acting more like her old self. Mandy had missed her sister more than she cared to think about. Flopping down onto the pile of clothes, Mandy moaned helplessly.

  “Why would Mr. Brand want to hire me? Who hires a woman in her third trimester?”

  Kim laughed as she got up from the overstuffed pink chair that Mandy had to have when she was twelve-years-old and went to sit beside her sister on the bed.

  “Mandy, you are smart, funny and talented. If this man doesn’t hire you, just because you are pregnant, he is an idiot.”

  Mandy’s eyes sparkled with unshed tears. It seemed everything these days brought on emotions that she couldn’t quite control.

  “Do you really think so?”

  Kim picked up the black knit skirt that had been previously discarded.

  “Yes, now put this on, and I will curl your hair.”

  Mandy did as she was told and sat in front of her mirror as Kim grabbed the hot curling iron. Mandy had what she would call dishwater blonde hair. True, it was thick and shiny, but there was nothing spectacular about it.

  She took her bronzer and gave her pale skin a light dusting. It wouldn’t do to look like a zombie. Her dark blue eyes sparkled with the rose-colored eyeshadow, and her long lashes were coated with black mascara.

  Pouty lips were covered in pink gloss, and Mandy had added a hint of perfume behind her ears and at her wrists.

  Once Kim had finished curling the masses, she sprayed it well with a long-holding hairspray.

  “You look gorgeous,” Kim squeezed her shoulder as they both stared into the mirror.

  “I look like an elephant,” Mandy sighed, “But it will have to do. Thanks, Kim, you are a life-saver.”

  Kim smiled sadly at their reflection, “I have been meaning to ask you something.”

  Mandy turned to look at her sister, “What is it?”

  “Do you think,” Kim swallowed, “After the peanut arrives, that you might want help with childcare?”

  Mandy felt her heart lodge in her throat, “Kim you don’t have to do that.”

  Kim nodded, “I know. I want to help. Andrew and I have both talked about it. We have more leeway at the coffee shop than you will working in an office.”

  Mandy felt a tear slip down her cheek, “If I can’t be with the peanut, you are the next best thing. Most likely, you will be better, what do I know about parenting?”

  Kim brushed Mandy’s cheek, “Don’t mess up your makeup! You will be a fantastic mother, Mandy. We have a million examples of what not to do.”

  Mandy thought about their own mom, grimacing she nodded, “Indeed we do.”

  Kim glanced at her watch, “You need to get moving if you need to be there by eleven.”

  The girls walked up the stairs and were immediately greeted by their mother.

  “Why are you walking around like a whore?”

  Kim raised a brow.

  Mandy shook her head as if to say it wasn’t worth wasting her breath.

  “I will be back in a few hours,” Mandy’s tone was deceptively light despite the hurt that her mother had inflicted.

  Mandy knew what her mother was like. But it didn’t mean that her words still hadn’t the power to slice through her.

  “Get a job yet?” Mrs. Johnson huffed pulled out a cigarette.

  “You shouldn’t smoke around a pregnant woman,” Kim tugged on Mandy’s arm.

  “Shouldn’t fuck strangers and come home knocked up,” their mother blew a cloud of smoke in their direction.

  Kim yanked Mandy out of the house, “I hate that woman. Why won’t you come and stay with Andrew and me?”

  Mandy gently untangled her arm, “You and Andrew live in a one-bedroom apartment above the coffee-shop. And before you try and offer me a job again, you know that you can’t afford it. Your shop is just now starting to turn a profit. I won’t ruin your lives to help myself, Kim, don’t ask it of me.”

  Kim ground her teeth together but didn’t say anything as they walked to their cars.

  “Call me, after the interview, okay?” Kim hugged her sister close.

  Mandy drank in the familiar smell of her older sister who had been much more of a parental figure than her parents ever had.

  “I will, I promise.”

  Kim pulled back and gave Mandy a bright smile, “Knock ‘em dead, kid!”

  MANDY STILL HAD A SMILE on her face as she walked into the massive office building on 5th and Main. Brand Enterprises took up a square block, and the glass building had been more than a little intimidating.

  Mandy approached a young man behind the reception desk who was wearing a headset.

  “Mr. Brand isn’t available; may I take a message?”

  He held up a finger asking Mandy to wait a moment. When he finished his call, he turned his attention to her.

  “Welcome to Brand Enterprises, my name is Ian, how may I help you?”

  Mandy was impressed.

  “I am Amanda Johnson,” she willed her voice to cease shaking. “I have an eleven o’clock appointment with Mr. Elliot Brand.”

  Ian’s perfectly sculpted brow rose exponentially, “Brave girl. I shall tell him you are here.”

  The nerves in Mandy’s stomach were dancing the tango, and she wanted to ask what in the hell he meant by ‘brave girl.’

  But as soon j
ust as soon as Ian had made Mr. Brand aware of Mandy’s arrival, he had her going to the private elevator that only stopped on one floor—the top.

  Mandy felt ill. This had been a mistake. She had resolved to push the down button as soon as the elevator stopped at the top. With any luck, Mr. Brand wouldn’t see her at all.

  The numbers seemed to crawl by as the floors passed. And then the doors opened. Mandy stuck her hand out to press the lobby button, but a firm hand wrapped around her wrist.

  She gasped as fissions of desire wrapped around her skin and crawled up her arm.

  “Ms. Johnson?” his dark voice was strangely familiar to her and Mandy couldn’t help looking up to see the enigmatic Mr. Brand.

  Her breath caught in her throat—it couldn’t be.

  Panic choked her lungs, and she couldn’t draw air.

  Those grey eyes, that dark hair, those sinful lips, she would know this man anywhere. The last time she had seen him, he was burying his massive cock deep inside of her.

  "Are you, all right?" his voice caressed her.

  No, Mandy thought, I may never be all right again.

  CHAPTER 3

  Elliot was having a difficult time not staring at the beauty across from him. Her long honey blonde curls fell about her shoulders, with one dangling delightfully over her left breast. She was wearing a short black skirt that showed off her endlessly long legs that ended in four-inch stilettos. Her flowy top was somewhat sheer and low cut enough to showcase her fantastic tits.

  It also revealed that she was pregnant, and pretty far along at that. Elliot had known Ms. Johnson was expecting, his friend Alan Robert’s had already filled him in.

  While Elliot wasn’t running a charity house, he did have a soft spot in his heart for single mothers. His own had worked three jobs to keep a roof over their heads. Elliot knew hunger, and he knew what it was like to have the world against you.

  When Alan had called informing him of a patient that needed a job and possibly a place to live. Elliot had almost turned him down. He didn’t need anyone currently, and he couldn’t run a successful business helping every sob story that came his way.