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  Table of Contents

  Billionaire's Black Secret Baby

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Billionaire’s Black Secret Baby

  By Ciara Cole

  All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2016 Ciara Cole.

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  Chapter One

  As an elementary school principal, Gwen Stanton was used to a few surprises flavoring up her day. Little had she dreamed that come that fateful morning, she’d be face-to-face with a dashing young billionaire, a vision from her past. And one forever tied, albeit unwittingly, to the most important feature in her life.

  Gwen was twenty-seven years of age, a mother of one, and the youngest principal in the state. Though she’d made an enviable name for herself, she wasn’t exactly known for abiding by the rules. Thanks to recently losing the funding for smart boards just because she had disagreed with the donor’s politics, she was now on thin ice. So she was in no position to turn her nose up at the recent donor opportunity she just heard about.

  And she was meeting with the interested party today. Gwen stared at her secretary in disbelief when she was given the unexpected news.

  “Sorry,” said Amy, her usually efficient secretary. “I thought you knew. I did leave the report on your desk last week.”

  “Last week! That long? How could I have overlooked it?” Gwen fretted. She was a stickler for perfection and hated to be caught slipping. She went behind her desk and sat down before taking a deep breath. “Well I might as well get prepared if they do plan on showing up this morning. What details can you give me?”

  Gwen’s eyes widened as Amy could only provide vague details. Whatever the case, one thing was certain—Gwen had to make this work. The school needed this boost and she was tasked with getting it done. Or she could kiss her job goodbye.

  Being a black woman who’d overcome several personal trials to get to where she was, Gwen wasn’t about to risk throwing it all away. She’d curb her hotheaded temperament and ensure that the project with the donors had a flying start.

  ***

  Trent Matthews stared unseeingly ahead, his mind elsewhere than where he sat in the passenger seat of his Mercedes. In front was his driver and next to him was Trent’s secretary, Edmund. Seated beside Trent in the back was his handler and the head of his security team, Max Warner.

  Trent found himself lost in reflection more times than he cared for lately.

  Six months after losing his wife to cancer, he still felt those dark moments of dispiritedness. They never lasted long, but they left a strange chasm where his heart should be. How long, before all that was left was an infinite black hole of nothing?

  Trent concealed a deep sigh. It was too early in the day to get melancholy. One would think he was heartbroken from his wife’s death, but that was far from the case. They’d bonded over her battle with cancer, but before then he’d known for a fact that the only reason she’d married him, was because of his fortune.

  He’d come to miss her like a friend rather than a lover. And if there were times he felt a twinge of loneliness, he engaged in brief, discreet relations with like-minded females. No questions asked, no demands made—and definitely no strings attached. As for romance, he wasn’t interested. The loss of his wife, and the long struggle with her illness, had been a sign to Trent that marriage just wasn’t for him.

  Brushing aside these musings, he shifted his gaze from the passing scenery outside his window and broke the silence in the smoothly chauffeured Mercedes. “What’s my schedule for today?” he asked his secretary.

  Edmund instantly sprang to life, turning around in his seat and reading out the items on his tablet screen. “Certainly, sir. This morning you’re to attend a meeting to fundraise for an inner city school. You’ll be having lunch at the Historical Center. You’ll be at the press building in the afternoon for your press conference. Then there’s dinner with the youth group in Chelsea. And then …”

  Trent let out a long-suffering sigh. “You’ll kill me at this rate.”

  Edmund gave a weak chuckle. “Well, you do have to attend all of these, sir.”

  “All right, all right,” Trent muttered. He turned to glance at the man seated next to him. “Max?”

  “Yes, Mr. Matthews?” Max asked deferentially as he faced his boss.

  When his boss asked if he had any cigarettes, Max missed a beat, though he didn’t let his expression show any reaction. The next moment, he spoke in his ear piece to the driver, asking for the car to be stopped in a quiet spot.

  Soon the car was parked on a tree-shaded side road with the city’s skyscrapers in the foreground. Trent now sat alone with Max in the car, while the other occupants had exited to stand at a safe distance away, along with the security detail from the other car that followed them.

  Trent viewed the suited security men standing close to the car with their backs to them, and he imagined what they must be thinking. They were possibly wondering what trouble their boss was bound to be causing this time.

  Well, it had been quite an eventful last few months for Trent Matthews, CEO and heir to a billion-dollar shipping conglomerate fortune.

  Max now turned to Trent with a nod of his head. “This car is safe, Mr. Matthews. You can speak freely,” he said, indicating there was no chance of their conversation being overheard or recorded.

  Trent had every need to be cautious. He’d just scaled through one foul scandal and he didn’t need another.

  Already perceived as a bit of a recluse hard-ass, going back to work the day after his wife’s funeral hadn’t helped his image. The Times had a field day castigating him and companies had threatened to jump ship. Trent only made matters worse when he’d unthinkingly made a scathing comment regarding work ethic to a popular blogger. Well, shit literally hit the fan, and since then, Trent was tasked with becoming approachable again.

  Trent had never really known what it felt like to be the public golden boy. He’d just focused on business and hadn’t cared for popularity, unlike his wife who made sure her exploits as a doer of good deeds, fashion and beauty icon, and bride to the Matthews’ bloodline earned her the glossiest reputation.

  Trent lately began to realize how vital it was to keep in the public’s good books, after almost losing a few lucrative business pursuits. It was now up to his team to fix things and they thought that helping students in need would be a good way to start.

  He couldn’t help but smile as he glanced at the ever attentive Max. “Today’s
upcoming meeting with the principal has me thinking about the last time I was in high school.” He didn’t expatiate, and simply reminisced on the one big mystery of his life: where his high school girlfriend had disappeared to after the start of their senior year.

  “I’m pathetic, aren’t I?” he asked aloud, more rhetorically than anything else. “Six years of marriage, gone without a trace. I can’t even play the widower right, and managed to have a scandal in the wake of my wife’s passing. Wherever she is, she’d be laughing at how much of a mess I’ve made of things.”

  Max shifted slightly in his seat, but otherwise made no response.

  “Max,” said Trent, his gaze looking into the distance as his bodyguard straightened with attention and waited. “I know Hailey’s family is watching my every move,” Trent added. “I can’t be sure which of their people they planted around me even before my wife died. They’d do anything to take me down, almost as if they blame me for what happened to their daughter.”

  “It’s been a couple of months since you visited her resting place, sir. Would you like me to drive you there sometime this week?”

  Trent turned to glance at Max. “You know I can’t do that right now. I need to focus on the whole image drive. The election for company president is coming up and I have to be prepared.”

  Max nodded in assent, not pointing out that a visit to his deceased wife’s grave might actually look good for the media.

  What Trent couldn’t forget, was that his wife Hailey had been buried next to their daughter Sara. He wasn’t ready to face those memories head on in the present situation he found himself in, neither mentally nor emotionally.

  “You don’t have to worry, sir,” Max said firmly. “No matter what, I’ll keep things running smoothly until then.”

  Trent sighed heavily, feeling much more than his twenty-eight years. Finally, his lips moved in a small smile as he thanked Max, the one person he found he could trust right now.

  Trent was stretched tight, and any chance of something going wrong could cause him to snap irretrievably. He would avoid any kind of aggravating situations, or something would have to give. He’d spent too many years trapped in a lie, and wondered if he’d ever feel thankful about life, and find the chance to truly breathe again.

  ***

  Gwen cut a distinguished and professional looking picture walking through the halls dressed in her tailored suit jacket and skirt that was cut straight at the knee. Her hair was in a bun and her heels were just sensible enough without being dowdy. She still had a slim figure after giving birth to Jonah eight years ago. For someone below thirty, her presence and stature demanded respect and there was no question she was the one in authority in the thriving elementary school.

  Being the youngest principal in the school’s history, it also happened that her beauty was renowned considering she could pass for a model with her slim, tall figure and arresting chestnut skin. Her oval face was enhanced by her refined cheekbones and bright brown eyes, while her pert nose sat cutely just above her full-bottomed lips.

  It had been ages since Gwen cared to notice any undue attention to her appearance. She was more interested in tackling the lack of resources for the school as well as improving the school’s ranking in the district.

  Glancing at her wrist, she checked the time and hurried her step. If she delayed any further she’d be some minutes late for her meeting with the donor and she couldn’t be that discourteous. In her mind’s eye, she pictured a middle-aged man or woman, with a kindly demeanor and a true interest in the welfare of the students. And not just someone out to promote their own personal manifesto. It had to be all about the kids, or Gwen wasn’t buying into the scheme.

  With a new determination in her outlook, Gwen headed for the principal’s conference room where the meeting was to take place.

  ***

  Trent was actually waiting for a meeting with an elementary school principal. He, the type of man who wouldn’t wait for the president if he had to, somehow found himself anticipating the appearance of one G. Stanton.

  It had been his PR consultants who’d set up the opportunity to pair with the school in a bid to promote Trent’s personal image. He’d viewed the whole concept with skepticism and yet, here he was getting the strangest premonition.

  Could it stem from the fact that the principal’s initials seemed all too similar to those of his high school girlfriend’s?

  To think that just minutes ago in the car, he’d been thinking about her and wondering what could have become of her. After she’d disappeared without a trace all those years ago, he’d heard or seen nothing of her. Over the years, she would pop into his mind and he would smile at the fond memory. It had been one of his happiest, in fact.

  It put him in a light mood for the meeting, and now he was filled with expectation, thinking—What if?

  He brushed the possibility aside just as quickly. It would be too far-fetched to think that the principal, who was most probably in her fifties and graying, would be the person he hoped it was. Those types of coincidences only happened in movies, didn’t they?

  Trent was about to discover the accuracy or not of his speculation, because just then the door to the conference room opened and the plump, bespectacled secretary let in a tall, brown-skinned woman in a black skirt suit.

  She walked in and smiled, her eyes meeting his. Trent froze with instant recognition, while she seemed to falter, her smile slowly slipping. It took a few more moments for her to recognize him, and then she just stared, speechless.

  Trent was just as dumbfounded but he was the first to recover, and in an instant he stood before her, grasping her hand. “It’s you, isn’t it? Gwen Stanton? It is you.”

  Gwen could barely remember to breathe as the incredibly handsome stranger, dressed in a designer suit, embraced her in his powerful arms. She caught his scent of expensive cologne and sexy male goodness, and gasped. This stranger, this god-like hunk of a male, was Trent? Her Trent?

  She shook herself out of her daze as he pulled back, his eyes intent on her shocked features. He looked so intensely happy to see her, and for a moment she lost herself. Her whole body thrummed with that forgotten teenage love, butterflies flooding her stomach. Her lips split in a wondrous smile and she just laughed along with him as they stared with incredulity at each other.

  It felt so foreign to them to start up a ramble of conversation as they tried to catch up. In the midst of it all she offered him a chair beside hers and she just couldn’t seem to tear her eyes from him. He looked like something straight out of a classic Bond movie. The perfectly tailored bespoke Italian suit, the immaculate grooming, the sexy baritone, and just that aura of unattainable masculinity left Gwen spinning internally.

  It took all of her practiced poise to stay coherent, and try to steer their cheery discourse to the main matter at hand. She just got more and more excited as they began to share ideas for the school. Trent seemed to have put much thought into it and Gwen could just see herself going with most of his highlights.

  Wow, this just might turn out better than I imagined, mused Gwen with rising positivity. To think how worried she was that she might find it tough meeting the donor on common ground, it was a relief to see how willing Trent was to be cooperative.

  “I’m fine with being hands off as long as the PR turns out great. I trust your judgement in distributing the money where it’s needed most,” he said.

  Gwen smiled. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

  They were having the most easy going conversation, and yet Gwen couldn’t ignore the underlying physical friction. Trent’s deep green eyes on her made her ready to squirm with a strange pulsing heat forming between her thighs. She couldn’t understand why her brain and her hormones just seemed so out of whack all of a sudden. The way her eyes kept being drawn to the impressive breadth of Trent’s shoulders in his power suit, and the chiseled angles and curves of his sexy lips, had her wanting to smack a hand to her forehead in embarrassment.


  She was acting like she was in heat, all fluttery and quivering from being in such proximity with a gorgeous man. It wasn’t like he was even a stranger. And yet, in a way he seemed to be. She had no clue about this Trent. She couldn’t picture what his life must have been like all these years since they’d parted.

  She’d never forgotten of course, just who Trent Matthews was. He’d always had money, and access to the best of everything thanks to his shipping magnate father. Gwen’s background had been starkly different.

  All those years ago, she’d never planned to become another statistic. Getting admission into the top-tier private high school on the basis of a scholarship, she’d believed that she was going to be an exception to the rule.

  She’d become a black woman who changed her fate, graduated college, and elevated her destiny. But getting pregnant by her high school boyfriend had put a wrench in the works.

  Gwen shoved aside the shadows of those memories, and gave Trent a genuine smile. She just had to stick to the plan and focus on the project only. Trent returned the warm grin, and he almost seemed like the young charmer of his high school days, with irresistible dimples and smoky green eyes at play.

  They were about to shake hands to seal the agreement, when the worst thing happened.

  Gwen’s son walked through the office door unannounced. “Mom? Oh, are you busy?” asked the eight-year-old looking from his mother to the man standing beside her.

  The force of the reality hit Gwen like a sledgehammer, her eyes widening in concealed horror at her son. Holy. Cow. This was so not happening right now!

  If she thought she was in a panic, Gwen only had to look at Trent’s face, and watch him stare from Jonah to her—and then like whiplash Trent was staring at the boy again.

  There was no mistaking the identical moss green eyes, and the handsome face that was all sharp-edged angles in the jawline and cheekbones, well defined even for an eight-year-old that resembled so much the man standing there, still as a pillar.

  Gwen didn’t know how she expected Trent to react. She felt her skin go cold and pale and she could see Jonah looking quizzically at them as they all stood in rigid silence. The next moment Trent spun away to face the window, and Gwen finally got her wits back enough to act as normal as possible.