Billionaire Romance: Christmas Surprise (Book One) by Violet Walker Page B

sign papers giving
my consent to a paternity test and when it comes back telling you
what you obviously don’t want to hear, you can find me and I’ll
sign over guardianship to you.”
    “And how much is that going to cost me?”
    “No wonder Karen didn’t tell you. You really
are an incredible jackass.” With those words she brushed by him and
entered the elevator just before the doors closed.

Chapter Two
    A lone in her apartment, Krista looked
around and tried not to bawl like a baby at the absence of a dark
haired girl with beautiful green eyes. She’d spent the past few
days crying every time she spotted a stuffed animal in the corner,
pulled a bottle from the dishwasher or folded a onesie with her
laundry. It was torture, seeing remnants of Angel when she wasn’t
around. She knew she was doing the right thing. No matter what
Karen had said, Dean Harwood deserved a chance to be the father
Angel needed. She was giving him that chance, success or failure
was up to him.
    That didn’t mean she had to like it. She
didn’t. It was torture being here without Angel but she would get
used to it. She had to. Once Dean made up his mind, she would leave
New York and search for work elsewhere. She would go somewhere
there were no memories of a negligent mother and a sweet baby.
Maybe she would spend some time traveling. She always wanted to see
more of the world, and thanks to Karen’s generosity, her savings
could afford to spend some time sightseeing.
    Maybe she could even make time for romance
and dating. It would be nice to fall in love and have a few
children. Krista had never really thought about having children
until Angel, but now she knew her life would never be complete
without a little angel of her own. First, she would have to pick a
city and get a new job. Then she could focus on her happy
ending.
    For now, she would clean. Her apartment
wasn’t dirty but it was extremely cluttered. Most of Angel’s
belongings were scattered around her place and she needed to tidy
up to keep busy and to keep from going stir crazy. She hadn’t had
so much free time in forever and she wasn’t sure how to fill her
time other than cleaning.
    Unfortunately, it took less than an hour to
have the two bedroom apartment so clean it gleamed. Her apartment
had never gleamed. Dressed in black workout shorts and a white
tank, she collapsed on the sofa and gulped down a cup of water. It
was cool and refreshing. As soon as she could get her legs working
again, she would hop in the shower.
    The doorbell sounded and she groaned. “Go
away, please,” she moaned at the door. Krista refused to move from
her place on the floor so she yelled. “Who is it?” The voice was
muffled by the door so she didn’t understand, but she knew the
voice was male. “Who. Is. It?”
    “Dean. Harwood.”
    “Dammit,” she collapsed back on the floor,
in no mood to deal with him today.
    “I heard that.”
    “Yeah well I wasn’t trying to be quiet. What
do you want?”
    “Do you really want to do this through the
door?”
    She smiled, his exasperation crystal clear
even with a door between them. “It depends on what you want.” Then
she heard it, a tiny voice on the brink of tears. She shot up from
the floor in one fluid move and yanked the door open. “Angel!” The
baby girl reached out to her nanny and wrapped her tiny arms around
her neck. Excited baby squeals pierced the air. “Come here, sweetie
pie,” she turned and walked into her apartment. “You can come
too.”
    “Gee, thanks,” he grumbled and shut the door
behind him. He entered the room slowly and looked around, taking
note of the photos and artwork on the walls. “This place is
homey.”
    “Okay.” She could hear the barely contained
disdain in his words. “So are you going to tell me why you’re here
or should I guess?”
    “If I told you to guess, what would you
say?”
    Krista nuzzled Angel close, taking in her
fresh baby scent and chubby baby parts. “I missed you,