Surprising the Billionaire with a Baby - Elizabeth Lynx Page 0,2

back soon. I think you’ll change your mind by then.”

I stopped paying attention to my brother when I heard another noise and some mumbling. There was someone nearby. I didn’t know if a wall separated us or a door, but I had to find out.

I tripped over a few boxes but found my footing and the wall where the noises came from. It felt like there was a door, but I couldn’t find a knob or handle. Just a short, wide indent in the wall.

I knocked and was silent, hoping for a response. My heart pounded in my chest. The beats were so loud, I hoped it wouldn’t drown out any sound from the other side.

I eagerly waited as my smile grew. Finally, a chance for escape. If the person on the other side of the wall could let me out, then there would be no streaking, and I could get back to what I was here for—to play my happy, jolly part.

But after a lengthy pause, there was nothing. No voice. No movement.

Had I imagined it? My grin weakened and faded as the realization hit me harder than that clothing rack. There would be no rescue. No escape from my brother’s ridiculous plan.

I felt like a princess in a fairytale. Only the villain didn’t want my long locks or beautiful voice, just my candy cane cock.

Sighing, I unraveled the ribbon from the hanger, which I had never let go of, and wrapped it around my cock. I might as well accept my defeat now.

Just as I finished and tied up the end in a bow to add that extra bit of shame, something magical happened. Better than an angel floating down from Heaven. Better than a unicorn crapping out rainbow droppings. Better than chocolate chip cookies dipped in a frosty glass of milk.

That short, squat indent opened, and light poured into the room. It wasn’t bright, but luminous enough that I backed away and moved behind the boxes.

As I peeked out and my eyes adjusted, a beautiful figure appeared in the doorway. She had long, golden hair, and I wondered for a moment if she was an angel because it seemed like she had wings.

“Hello? Is someone there?” she asked, and I glimpsed her profile, taking in more of what she looked like as the light bounced off her face.

She was beautiful.

I was about to respond when she took a step forward and the door swung closed behind her with a loud squeak and a final resounding thud.

I chose that moment to respond to my golden angel, “Oh no, we’re trapped.”

Chapter 2

Julia

“DID YOU HEAR THAT?” I asked, tilting my head toward the back of the coat closet.

Laura pointed at me. “No. You. Don’t.”

Her blonde hair was pulled back in an impeccably coiffed bun. Laura’s foolproof, fire-engine-red lipstick on her gorgeous lips—that I secretly wished I had inherited—was perfectly applied. Her white button-up shirt, crisp and wrinkle-free, was tucked into her pressed black pants. My sister was the picture of perfection.

I was definitely not.

“I swear I heard something. Do you think this place is haunted? Is this the hotel Dolly Madison haunts?”

I was fucking with my sister. It was just what I did. She always looked immaculate and had the perfect life. While people could count on me to be the life of the party, she was the person people trusted with their secrets. I was the girl guys didn’t bring home to Mom but loved to get freaky with.

What I meant was, I was the fun one.

“This hotel isn’t haunted, Julia. I got you this gig because you said you needed money. Do nothing that might . . . you know . . .” My sister pursed her lips.

Bless her. She couldn’t do it. I loved my sister. She was sweet, kindj and hard-working and had just about every good attribute you could think of. And she never spoke ill about anyone, even as her own cousin fucked her boyfriend behind her back. But I digress.

I raised my eyebrows in mock innocence. “Fuck this up for you? I wouldn’t dream of it, Sis.”

And I meant that. Truly. I never hurt anyone on purpose, especially someone like my younger sister, whom I loved with all my heart.

Her lips thinned once again, the red almost disappearing. She didn’t believe me, but Laura would never say anything. She’d swallow her irritation and let it explode in a crying jag while watching an action movie. Tears shed for all the characters needlessly blown