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I can only imagine what I looked like to Fitzwilliam at 5:30 am. I felt like a hot mess with heartburn, but he didn't seem to mind my disheveled state. Time seemed to fly by as I was ushered into his car with my small bag and we were taken to the airstrip. The jet rode smoothly and was quiet as Fitzwilliam sat next to me and worked on his laptop while I got some more shut eye.

Once the jet landed we were taken to a five-star hotel and put up in a penthouse suite. Fitzwilliam went off to his meeting shortly after and I ordered food service and freshened up. Fitzwilliam was kind enough to send me down to the spa and I was given a massage along with a pedicure. I even got my hair washed and trimmed with a few layers cut into it. I felt like a million bucks after that.

So here I am waiting for him at steak house restaurant in LA that he requested the driver bring me to. I felt pretty in my white wrap, detailed maxi gown with my wedge heels and my light makeup. I just couldn't seem to stop rocking my leg. I wished I would have called Charlotte before I left the hotel so that she could have eased my nerves a little. I knew that this wasn't a date, but still I was very nervous.

"Here you are," Fitzwilliam's deep voice said as he walked up to the table.

I looked up at him and it seemed like the world was pulled from beneath me. He'd changed. Earlier he was donning a gray suit and it looked nice but now he's wearing a three-piece navy suit that complemented his skin tone perfectly. The suit was just, wow. Tailored to fit his body perfectly. Every move that he made in it looked amazing. He was wearing a white shirt with a navy striped tie and black shoes. His scent swept over the space between us as he sat down. He looked at me and his eyes seemed to pick apart my look. I stared back at him with a rapidly beating heart wondering what he thought of me and of this whole situation that we were in?

"Your hair, it's different. It looks nice Elizabeth," He said and loosened his tie a little.

Only Fitzwilliam could say my name and make it sound so sexy. I don't think I ever blushed around a man as much as I do when I'm with him.

"Thankyou. How was your meeting?"

Fitzwilliam laughed and damn even that looked sexy on him.

"It was interesting to say the least. My aunt is a lot to handle, but she means well. You will get to know her in due time and I'm sure you two will get along just fine. How was the spa?"

I looked down at my freshly manicured nails then back up at him.

"It was great. I can't begin to explain to you how better my body feels."

"Good then it's settled you will get regular spa trips in NewYork," he said and grabbed the menu.

I shook my head.

"No, I wasn't saying it so that you could do that. I just wanted you to know that I enjoyed the spa trip."

Fitzwilliam's brows furrowed.

"Elizabeth I was only trying to help. Is it that hard for you to accept when someone is being nice to you?" He asked frowning at me.

I looked down at the menu that was on the table for a moment. Maybe I was tripping but I didn't like how he said that I would attend the spa-like I had no say so on the matter. The more I thought about it, however, the sillier it became. I laughed and looked up at him.

"I'm sorry. I just don't like the idea of someone telling me something and making it seem like I have no say so in it."

Fitzwilliam opened his mouth to speak and the waitress approached us. She'd been really nice to me but for Fitzwilliam, he got a smile as wide as the eye could see. She took both of our orders while staring at only him then she walked off. Fitzwilliam took a sip of his water that she had brought over and I actually watched his Adam's apple bob as he drunk it down. I think my hormones had me extra horny.

"I'm not always grumpy. I am a fun person to be around," I told him trying to take my thoughts away from how attractive he was.

"Elizabeth, I know you are," he shot back at me seriously and drunk some more of his water.

I blushed and rubbed my thighs together.

"So tell me about your life. I wanna know what's going on with you. We need to build a friendship," he said.

I looked at him and smiled.

"Yes, we do. I first have to say that I am sincerely sorry for not telling you in the beginning about the baby. I was afraid that you would want to take him away from me."

Fitzwilliam's eyes bucked.

"What? I would never do that unless you gave me a good reason to. I was going to say you should know me better than that, but you don't. We have to change that. How was your childhood?" he asked.

"It was nice," I said thinking about all of the fun my sisters and I used to have when we were younger.

"That's good. Mines was as well. I have a younger sister Georgina whom we call Gigi then there was my best friend and his sisters. We were always getting into some sort of trouble."

"I'm sorry about what happened to your parents," I said quietly.

Fitzwilliam cleared his throat.

"Thank you, so tell me about yourself. Do you plan to go into journalism?" He asked.

I nodded.

"My dream would be to one day have my own publishing house. I would love to publish children books and romance novels maybe even publish a sci-fi as well," I replied smiling.

"Then you should do that."

"I plan to, for some of us, it isn't so easy."

Fitzwilliam looked over at me questioningly as the food arrived. We waited for the waiters to leave before we blessed it and began to eat. I was halfway into my dish before I noticed Fitzwilliam hadn't eaten any of his food. I looked up at him and saw that he was still staring at me. I wiped my mouth with the napkin and smiled at him.

"I thought you would be hungry," I joked.

"I am, but I felt like there were some more pressing things for me to do first. All of my life I have been around people that felt the need to judge me. You've hidden your pregnancy from me and I still I haven't judged you so please show me that same respect. If that is, in fact, my child then he will be wealthy as well. Would you want people to bully him because of it?"

I quickly shook my head.

"I'm not trying to argue or anything Elizabeth it's just this life was all I've ever known and I don't wanna have to watch what I say to you in fear of you lashing out at me because of it. I can see now that you are a very strong willed person. When I said that you should give your dream a try, I was trying to encourage you. I believe in you," he said and went to eating his food.

I sat back and watched him eat his steak. I felt silly and small. Fitzwilliam seemed to be the only person besides Jane that called me out on my bullcrap. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing however or a bad thing.

"So how will we do this? Do we get a court ordered visitation set up or do we plan one ourselves?" I asked him.

"I think that as two adults with no hostility towards one another we should plan one ourselves. I do need to speak with you on some things." Fitzwilliam ate a little bit more of his food before continuing. "I see now that my money is an issue for you so I ask that you really take consideration to the things that I ask you. I looked at your place and it's lovely. I do think, though, that for our child you could have your own space. I own some property and I would love to show you them and see which you like or if you want to stay close to your sister we can simply find you a bigger spot near her. Are you okay with that?" He asked.

I shrugged and scratched my arm just trying to take in all that he had said. I didn't wanna be anyone's charity case.

"It would be for the baby. We have to consider him first now," he said reading my thoughts.

"I don't know, Jane has always been there for me even when I was younger. She's sort of been like my surrogate mother." I laughed as I thought of a time when I really needed her. "When I was fourteen I really liked this boy but I was afraid to tell him so I told Jane. She asked me why I liked him and then gave me a long speech on what was acceptable to do with boys and things of that nature. The next day at school I talked to him and told him that I liked him. Do you know what he said to me?"

"I can only imagine, what did he say?" He asked seeming interested in knowing.

I shook my head.

"That little bastard asked to dry hump me in the gym after school. I was so mad and embarrassed that he would ask me such a thing I punched him in the face. I ended up getting expelled for two days and then my mother put me on punishment. Jane and I still laugh to this day about that," I said with another laugh.

Fitzwilliam chuckled.

"I can see that you really love and trust her. Of course, you don't know me very much but I would like to be someone you can count on as well. You are holding the most important thing to me," he said.

I looked at him and couldn't believe how much of a genuinely good person he was. The media made him out to be this spoiled, brooding billionaire. He was nothing like that so far. I knew however that only time would tell the true character of the man he was.

"I want to spend a lot of time getting to know you, Elizabeth. I'd like for us to get things squared away with the apartment as soon as we make it back to NewYork then I would like to take you around my family and friends. The media doesn't know of you, but once that changes I will have to get you a guard for your door and a driver. My child is worth a lot of money to someone that's looking to make a quick come-up."

"I know it's a lot to deal with but when it comes to your safety and his, I can't take no for an answer. I won't budge on those things Elizabeth," he said sternly.

I nodded not liking the idea of all of that, but I understood what he was saying because of who he was.

"My sister is coming to town next week for my friends birthday celebration. I would love for you to meet her and join us in attending the party. I…" Fitzwilliam shifted in his seat then looked at me. "I set up an account for you. I don't want you to struggle. I just don't. I will also set him one up as well. Your card should be in route to you soon. Please use it when you see fit. Just think of it as early child support."

"This is a lot, but I do appreciate it. Thank you," I said to him.

Just having this sexy ass man be there for me felt so strange. Fitzwilliam took care of the bill and we left. We went back to the suite to get our belongings and got right back on the jet to go home. Fitzwilliam sat next to me while I snuggled up under my blanket to read a good novel. The rational part of my brain told me that he was just being a supportive expectant father, but the other part of it said we could be a family. My eyes lifted up from the pages of the book and I slowly glanced over at him.

He'd taken off his suit jacket and oh god in just his vest, shirt and slacks he looked illimitably sexy. I stared at his face and wondered if our son would share the same bone structure as him. Fitzwilliam had such a strong jaw. I yearned to touch it, slowly stroke it with my fingers or maybe tongue. I wondered if he felt any more attraction to me. I also wondered if he thought about our encounter as much as I did.

I bit down on my bottom lip and at that very moment, he looked up at me. His lips quirked up and he smiled before going back to his laptop.

"Thinking about anything I should know," he said back to typing away.

I looked at my book and was hit with a flashback of him kissing my stomach.

"Nope, nothing at all," I said and started back reading my story.

To be so close to him and not be able to touch him in that way was going to drive me insane. As soon as I could I was going to the sex shop.