The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

I glare at him. “Who the fuck do you think you are, Noah?”

He grinds his teeth, his jaw clenched so tight I swear it’s going to snap. His eyes blaze with something violent, something dangerous. If looks could kill, I’d be dead ten times over.

“You know what?” I add bitterly, “at this point I’d prefer if the baby belonged to anyone but you.”

He doesn’t flinch, not that I expected anything like that from him. I think I stopped expecting anything from him long ago.

“I don’t care what you say. That baby isn’t mine,” he bites out, after what feels like an eternity. “I used a

condom.”

“Did you?” I ask quietly.

“I fucking did! I would’ve remembered if I’d taken you raw!” he roars, and for a moment I think he’s going to literally explode.

“Could you keep your voice down?” I snap, glancing toward the door. “Last thing I want is for anyone to know I slept with the biggest asshole on earth.”

He scoffs.

“And you think I’m thrilled that I slept with you?” His voice drips with disdain. “Besides, the office is soundproof. No one’s hearing a thing.”

I grit my teeth and let out a shaky breath. “You can have a DNA test when the baby’s born, but I promise you, this baby is yours.” 1

I don’t even see it coming. One second, he’s standing in front of me, and the next, he’s punching the wall behind me with so much force I feel the splintering crack in my bones.

“Get out!” he roars, his voice like thunder.

He turns, eyes blazing and takes a step toward me.

I freeze. The look in his eyes–it’s not the man I once loved. It’s not even someone I recognize.

There’s a wildness in his eyes I’ve never seen before. Something untamed. Something dark and terrifying.

Noah has never hit a woman. But this is me we’re talking about. And there were times, if I’m honest, when I thought he might actually want me gone for good.

I step back, heart in my throat, as fear for me and my baby takes root. My fight–or–flight response kicks in as he continues advancing on me.

“Get the fuck out,” he growls again, every word dripping with fury, “before I do something I’ll regret.

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I don’t need to be told twice. My hand finds the door handle, and I bolt out of there as fast as my legs will carry

1. me.

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