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  Billionaire’s Secret Agent

  Billionaire’s Secret Baby - Book 2

  S. Cinders

  Contents

  Billionaire’s Secret Baby

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  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

  Epilogue – One Year Later

  Kidnapped by the Billionaire

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2021 S. Cinders Author LLC

  Billionaire’s Secret Agent

  Book 2 in the Bedding the Billionaire Series

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  Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination only.

  Billionaire’s Secret Baby

  Special Delivery - Book One

  Dear Reader,

  Welcome to the Billionaire’s Secret Baby series. With over 7.4 million views on the Radish App alone, this story has been widely loved by readers all over the world.

  This second story in the series almost wasn’t written. I had Shay’s story, Kidnapped by the Billionaire - now book three, published a few years ago. However, I was contacted by several readers wanting to know what happened to Nate and Kim.

  So, this story is a thank you to the readers. Thank you for supporting me on the reading apps and at the traditional book stores. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I loved writing it.

  If you haven’t read the first book, I highly recommend that you go back and read book one. While you can likely figure things out, you won’t get the true nuances of the characters unless you have read it from the beginning.

  All my love,

  S. Cinders

  1

  Third Trimester: You may feel as if there is no possible way that your belly could grow any bigger. But there is your baby still has plenty of growing to do. During these last months of pregnancy, your rapidly maturing baby will grow from two-and-a-half pounds to between six and nine pounds. Achiness, fatigue, heartburn, varicose veins, and Braxton-Hicks contractions are just a few of the delights you will come to know in this last stage of pregnancy.

  “Nobody in the history of pregnancy has ever been a woman this pregnant before,” Kim said with a groan as she sank back into the plush chair in her sister Mandy’s penthouse apartment.

  Mandy stood nearby, bouncing her four-month-old baby, Charlotte, on her hip. Kim smiled as the baby gave her a toothless grin and waved her fists about.

  “She truly is the most beautiful baby in the world,” Kim commented as she absently rubbed her belly.

  It seemed as if everything ached these days, from her hips to her ankles and feet. Sometimes Kim would lift her shirt just to see if her skin was ripping apart. There’d been nothing about that in her pregnancy books.

  Just then, Mrs. H, Mandy’s housekeeper, came into the room, arms extended to the child. “I hope you don’t mind,” Mrs. H interrupted, “but it’s time for this one’s nap.”

  “You are a godsend, Mrs. H,” Mandy said, with sincerity ringing in her tone. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

  Kim nodded. “If I even thought we had a chance to lure you away from Mandy and Elliot, I would do everything in my power to do so.”

  Mrs. H’s cheeks heated while she clucked and shook her head. “You two! Why don’t you go out on the veranda, and I will have Robert bring you some tea?”

  Kim made a face, which she didn’t try to hide from the older woman. Mandy just laughed as Mrs. H rolled her eyes and added, “And some hot chocolate for you, dear.”

  Mandy went to step in front of her sister and grabbed her outstretched hands. Then, with a grunt, she helped Kim get back to her feet.

  “See, I am humongous!” Kim wailed.

  “You aren’t!” Mandy insisted.

  “You’re huffing and puffing just from pulling me up,” Kim accused.

  Mandy put her arm around her sister and began to lead her across the apartment. Her husband, business mogul Elliot Brand, had given her free rein with the interior design. As far as Kim could tell, her sister hadn’t changed much. However, Kim felt as if the place was far more welcoming than it had once been.

  Their lives had changed dramatically in the past year. In a lot of ways, Kim could hardly reconcile who they were now with the two sisters from the wrong side of the tracks.

  A pang of sadness rang through her when she thought of her recently deceased parents. Her ex-husband Andrew had been deeply involved in a drug ring gone wrong. Not only had he killed her parents, but he’d nearly torn Kim and Mandy’s newfound happiness away from them.

  Luckily, those involved were in police custody and would stand trial for their actions. Kim supposed that she should have felt bad about her parents’ passing, but the relationship between their parents and the girls had always been abusive and strained.

  Mandy was Kim’s only constant in life. Well, she had been, until Elliot and Nate came along. Mandy’s husband Elliot had foisted his best friend on Kim several months back under the guise of saving her coffee shop.

  Not only had Nate moved into her life, but he’d also moved into her home, accepted her knocked-up status, and married her. A smile tugged at Kim’s lips when she thought of Nate. The brash attorney was honest, loyal, terribly attractive, and more than a bit insane. He also adored her more than life. Nothing could have prepared her for what true happiness they would find, together.

  “What are you smiling about?” Mandy asked as she helped Kim settle into a wicker chair, a plush pillow at her back.

  “Nate,” Kim said simply.

  A smile played at Mandy’s lips. “I suppose Tina gave Nate her third-trimester blues cure?”

  The sisters laughed as they instantly thought about their OBGYN’s sassy nurse, Tina. Not only had she recommended Mandy get a better vibrator, but she’d also suggested Mandy find a nice young man to install in her bedroom until the pregnancy was over. Now that Mandy was happily married, Tina took all the credit for Mandy and Elliot getting together!

  “She’s one-of-a-kind,” Kim added when her giggles subsided.

  “Then tell me; what is bothering you?” Mandy asked, concern etched on her lovely face. “The coffee shop is doing well. Didn’t you say that Freddy enjoyed coming on as the new manager?”

  Kim nodded hesitantly. “Yes, I am so grateful that he has taken on that role.”

  “Then what is it?” Mandy prodded. “Come on, you can tell m
e anything!”

  Kim snorted. “I know that. After all, you called me with your woes of pooping after childbirth.”

  Mandy feigned a horrified look. “You swore that we’d never discuss that topic again.”

  Kim laughed. “That’s right! I did. Is memory loss another symptom of pregnancy?”

  “Nice try, slick,” Mandy said with a wry smile. “But I want to know, what truly is bothering you?”

  “Do you remember me telling you about Alyssa Vauban?”

  Mandy’s brow crinkled as she tried to place a face with the name. “Wasn’t that the girl Nate dated after grad school?”

  Kim nodded miserably. “Yes. She’s a lawyer too, but Nate said she’s really never practiced. She doesn’t need to—old money. Anyway, she’s coming to New York and Nate asked me to take her under my wing while she decides if she wants to move here.”

  Mandy’s eyes grew wide. “What? Why on earth would they ask such a thing?”

  Kim shook her head. “My guess is that Alyssa just went through a nasty breakup and wants to start again. She and Nate parted as friends. Is it natural that I want to poke her eyes out?”

  Mandy swallowed a cough that suspiciously sounded like a laugh. “I beg your pardon?”

  “Don’t you get it?” Kim wailed. “Alyssa is here to steal my husband away from me!”

  “No!” Mandy shook her head. “No, we must be missing something. Nate would never do anything to hurt you. He adores you.”

  Kim felt the frustration and devastation that she’d felt earlier that morning when Nate had asked the favor of her. “You aren’t getting it, Mandy. I told Nate that I didn’t want to do it. I told him I felt uncomfortable being asked to hang around one of his ex-girlfriends. I made it perfectly clear that I would have no part in it.”

  “You’re right,” Mandy said at last. “I don’t understand. If you told him, why is she coming?”

  A single tear slipped down Kim’s pale cheek. Mandy let a ladylike curse slip out as she came to gather her sister in her arms.

  “Tell me what he said,” Mandy whispered softly.

  Kim’s breath caught on a sob. “He asked me if I would rather he do it himself.”

  Mandy froze. “He what?”

  Kim’s tears, finally breaking free, coursed down her cheeks and splashed onto her silk blouse. “He said that sometimes things aren’t what they seem, and that he couldn’t tell me any more.”

  “Aww, sweet girl,” Mandy said, wiping her tears away. “Maybe Nate has reasons we don’t know about yet.”

  “And maybe he wants to fuck his ex,” Kim replied with a sniffle.

  “Who’s fucking their ex?” Elliot demanded from the doorway, as both ladies’ heads shot in his direction.

  2

  “And then Elliot came in all caveman-like and said, who’s fucking their ex?” Kim gossiped over a steaming cup of hot chocolate later that day in her coffee shop, The Grind

  Her manager and longtime friend Freddy grabbed another massive cookie and passed it to her. With a smile of thanks, Kim took the offering.

  “No shit?” Freddy exclaimed as he went back to tidying up the counter. “What did you say?”

  Freddy was gorgeous: tall with a muscular build, and far too many tattoos for polite society. He had that bad-boy vibe down to a science. Back in the day, he’d rebelled against his parents’ wishes, smoked far too much weed, and somehow ten years of his life slipped away.

  Now, at twenty-eight, Freddy was pulling his life together. Not only was he almost finished with his Bachelor of Science at the community college, but he’d also cut back on the weed and booze so he could help more at The Grind.

  Kim couldn’t have made it through the last few months without him. Rolling her eyes, Kim tried to keep the envy out of her voice when she replied, “You know how utterly in love he is with my sister. All Mandy had to do was bat her eyelashes at him, and the next thing I knew, the sexual tension in the room was so thick I could cut it with a knife.”

  She tried to pass it off with nonchalance, but she worried her tone might have been a touch harsher than usual. Freddy’s lips pulled downward into a frown, and he stopped wiping the counter.

  Fuck, Kim thought to herself. The last thing she needed was to get someone else involved in her pity party. What was the matter with her?

  With a look of confusion, Freddy watched Kim as he answered, “I would say that Brand looks at Mandy like Nate looks at you. Kim, why are you here at six on a Friday night? As much as I love talking to you,” he added quickly to assure her, “you haven’t closed out on a weeknight since before you were married.”

  Much to Kim’s horror, tears began to sting the back of her eyelids. She bit the inside of her lips chanting to herself internally, I will not cry! I will not cry!

  “Hey.” Freddy’s tone swapped from confusion to real concern. “Did something happen to that asshole, Andrew? His trial hasn’t started yet, has it?”

  Kim’s lower lip trembled as she shook her head. For once, her slimeball ex-husband wasn’t the cause for her upset.

  Guilt ate at her as she tried to reason with herself. Technically, nobody had upset her.

  “It’s not Andrew,” she said at last.

  “Don’t tell me that Nate hurt you?” Freddy asked, puffing his chest a little while balling up the rag in his hands. “I don’t care if he has an inch or two on me. I will kick his ass.”

  Kim laughed despite the traitorous tear slipping from her eye. Freddy was built in a way that kept the ladies coming back day after day. He could hold his own in any fight. “Not to worry, Wonder Boy, you don’t need to save me. Nate hasn’t done anything wrong.”

  “Wonder Boy?” Freddy made a disgusted face. “It’s more like Wonder Man.”

  “That only works if you are married to Wonder Woman,” Kim said with a straight face, knowing that Freddy would smile.

  “She won’t have me,” he said, with that famous bad-boy grin that had the women of New York flocking to their coffee shop, “But the joke’s on her. I took her magic rope.”

  Kim pretended to plug her ears. “I don’t need to hear about your bondage plans.”

  Freddy’s grin widened into a genuine smile. “Fine. If you won’t tell me, I won’t pry,” he said at last.

  “That’s bullshit and we both know it,” Kim replied saucily.

  Freddy shrugged and went back to where he’d left the rag wadded up on the counter. For a moment, he worked in silence while Kim finished her cookie.

  “You know—”

  “Hey,” he began, just as she’d started speaking. “I’m sorry, go ahead.”

  Kim picked at her fingernail for a moment, a sure sign that she was nervous. “Do you still want to buy the place?” she asked, waving her arm to indicate the coffee shop.

  Freddy’s eyes widened. “Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I know that it’s special to you…”

  Kim put a hand up, stopping him. “I want you to have it. I just—can I have some time to work out the logistics of buying me out?”

  Freddy whooped, tossing his rag in the air. Then, coming over to where Kim was sitting, Freddy lifted her clean off her chair and twirled her around.

  Kim, caught up in the excitement despite her earlier mood, laughed and threw her arms around his neck to steady herself.

  “Crazy boy!” she teased. “You’re going to drop me and then Nate will have to come in here and kick your ass.”

  “She’s not wrong,” Nate’s voice rang out from the front of the shop. “Freddy, why are you manhandling my wife?”

  Freddy, not deterred from his earlier excitement, gently put Kim down and then bounded over to Nate, enveloping him in what could only be described as a bro-hug.

  “I could kiss you, man!” Freddy said with enthusiasm.

  Nate laughed and took a big step backward. “Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll pass.”

  His eyes darted to Kim, but she was quick to avert her gaze. “Wow,
look at the time! I didn’t realize how late it had gotten.”

  Freddy gave her a quizzical gaze that she did her best to ignore.

  Nate moved in close, slipping an arm around her waist and leaning down to kiss her cheek.

  Immediately, Kim stiffened.

  “Hey, I’ll just…” Freddy didn’t even bother to make an excuse as he flipped the sign to “Closed” and slipped into the back.

  “I can just meet you at home,” Kim said brightly—too brightly.

  “Kim.” Nate’s deep voice filled with concern and love only caused Kim’s tears to reappear.

  “Can you lock up?” Her voice wobbled and Nate wrapped his hands around her pregnant belly, pulling her back into his embrace.

  It took less than a minute before Kim melted into him, the pent-up emotion from a long day getting the best of her as she turned and cried into his white Eton button-down shirt.

  “We need to talk about this.” His voice was low and urgent. “I can’t stand to see you this way.”

  She shook her head, getting makeup on his pristine shirt.

  “Damn it.” She brushed against the stained fibers with her fingertips.

  “I don’t give a fuck about the shirt, Kim. I care about what’s going on with you.”

  The jealousy, hurt, and disappointment boiled up inside of her. Kim knew Nate loved her. Yet this was the first time that he hadn’t picked her over everyone else.