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  Table of Contents

  Irish Billionaire’s Unwanted Black Baby

  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

  Epilogue

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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

  Epilogue

  Irish Billionaire’s Unwanted Black Baby

  By Ciara Cole

  All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2017 Ciara Cole.

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  Chapter One

  Stuck in her quiet office in the art museum, Rachael tried to focus on the research she had to finish. She normally didn’t mind working extra hours, and she loved her job, but something in the air tonight had her thoughts drifting.

  It took a sudden text from her mom, Susan, to lift Rachael’s spirits. It showed a picture of Rachael’s seven-year-old daughter, Leila, in her pajamas. Leila was staying over at Susan’s house, as was normal whenever Rachael had to work late.

  In spite of staring at Leila’s beautiful smile, the hovering silence of the surroundings soon had Rachael’s moodiness returning.

  Rachael always felt her happiest when she looked at Leila and those deep blue eyes, so startling against her caramel skin. And yet, there was also that lingering shadow of pain beneath Rachael’s fulfillment and joy.

  In no time, Rachael’s mind drifted to the past. To the time before she’d had Leila…

  Rachael remembered being seventeen and attending her first day of high school in Dublin. She’d moved there with her family due to her dad’s job.

  Everything felt so strange. The wide open fields and hills and the constantly rainy weather. The quick, lilting dialects she couldn’t understand, and only barely understood during those times when they spoke in English.

  That first day, her mother dropped her off at the private school she’d been enrolled in. Rachael took her sweater out of her bag and held it like a shield as she walked into the school. People stared at her, but Rachael was used to standing out, even if she didn’t relish it. Being the new girl was always hard. But being the new girl who moved from America into an entirely different culture and environment made it even worse.

  She located her locker and put her things in there, taking out pens, pencils and a big binder for all her classes.

  Rachael walked down the busy hallway, her eyes looking down. Next thing she knew, she walked straight into a warm brick wall and landed on her bum.

  “I’m sorry. I should have been paying attention,” said a deep voice she didn’t recognize. It was like music to her ears. She loved the way the words rolled off his Irish tongue so smoothly and clear as ice.

  Rachael looked up. It took her forever to get to his face. When she did, it was like staring at a Greek sex god. He was beautiful. Maybe a year or two older, his face looked like it belonged on a magazine cover. With a jolt, Rachael realized she was staring.

  “Um… It’s okay,” she stammered. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

  She got up quickly and started to pick up her fallen binder and pencils, but he gathered them up easily in his hands. Rachael thanked him shyly and looked around to see some girls staring at him and drooling. A few tried to get his attention, but he ignored them, his eyes only on Rachael.

  Not sure what else to do or say, Rachael managed a weak smile and then spun around to walk away as quickly as she could. She’d already made enough of a fool of herself and didn’t want to draw any more attention on her first day. Somehow, she couldn’t help but smile thinking about that handsome face with the arresting blue eyes staring into hers, and in a way it made everything feel brighter and less scary.

  It was two days later, and Rachael was beginning to adjust to her school schedule, activities, and curriculum. She was likely the only American in her school, but thankfully, classes were taken in English and not in the native language.

  At two-thirty, the bell rang and everyone rushed from the classroom doors, filling the hallways. Rachael held her textbooks close to her chest as she ran towards her locker. Someone crept quietly up beside her, but she thought nothing of it.

  “Hey,” whispered a husky, strange voice.

  Rachael recognized it in an instant. She turned quickly and said shyly to the blue-eyed hunk, “Hey.”

  God, his face. She’d never seen someone look like him before. The straight nose, luscious lips, square-cut jaw and high cheekbones were flawlessly accentuated. No way could he be talking to her, so she figured it was a mistake.

  “I’m not stalking you, I promise,” he joked, misreading her pained expression. “My locker is right next to yours.”

  “Oh,” she said nervously. “Thanks for clearing that up.”

  Was it her imagination, or did his icy blue gaze stray down her body? Rachael felt instantly self-conscious—not that she had anything to be ashamed of. At almost eighteen, she could say she had a woman’s body. Her breasts weren’t overly large, but they were plump and firm. Her waist was slim thanks to her dedication to fitness. Her hips were curvy, and her jeans often hugged them promiscuously without her even trying.

  Rachael was used to males she came across wanting her body and not her personality. Why was she surprised it was no different with Irish guys?

  She’d caught sight of Sean several times during her first week. With his auburn hair and ice-blue eyes, she thought he was perfect. The problem was, so did ninety percent of her school! Many times over the past few days, she’d almost catch him looking at her but would realize it was only her imagination.

  Sighing, she walked quickly away. Pushing the school door open, she breathed in the clear Dublin air. It definitely smelled different from New York City air. She turned left and started walking.

  She saw all the regular sights in her after-school walk, and it was somewhat comforting in a weird way. She pulled out her MP3 player and stuck in her ear buds for some New Edition to drown out the sounds of the bustling city all around her.

  She finally reached her destination, the nearby historical museum. She’d found out about it three days ago, and now it had become a familiar spot. One never felt alone in a museum or out of place. It was easy to be immersed in the atmosphere and fascinating displays and learn about the remarkable discoveries and adventures of times past.

  Rachael loved art and history. But she didn’t come just to focus on the pieces. Sometimes, she would sit and read a book, her heart and mind wandering. Never really knowing what she was waiting for, or missing.

  Then suddenly, she turned one day, and someone stood beside her, someone she recognized with every fiber of her being.

  His eyes. The crinkles that surrounded the beautiful ice-blue color that she’d memorized from the first day—even though she never saw them for more tha
n a few seconds at a time.

  They often met since their lockers were side by side, but Rachael never lingered long enough to steal a look or share a greeting. Sometimes, she felt him looking at her, but she never looked up because she knew deep down…why would someone as beautiful as him notice her?

  With him, it was almost too easy to feel faded. Like a tiny detail in a big painting. While he seemed so full of confidence, on exhibit for the adoring world to see. Never would she dream that inside that museum, they’d make an unmistakable connection. From two different worlds, they created a spark.

  Something brushed across her face—a moth, and Rachael jerked back a little, almost stumbling, if he hadn’t instantly grabbed her up. Why was she always falling around this guy?

  “You good?” he asked in a deep, husky voice. Rachael glanced at his face. His smile was warm, breaking the tension. With a hasty nod, she pried herself out of his arms and straightened her posture.

  “I’m Sean,” he said.

  “Rachael.” Her voice thankfully didn’t sound too breathless. She tried a wry smile. “So, not being a stalker this time?”

  He held up his hands in surrender. “Guilty. I always see you hurry out from school each day, and I was curious where you were headed and followed you here.”

  The fact that he would even do that would normally creep Rachael out, but something about Sean felt harmless and even…protective.

  “You always come here?” he asked as they strolled through the sections.

  Rachael nodded. “I like it. It’s honest. It’s raw.” She shrugged.

  “I always thought of museums as bleak and even stuffy, but I think I like the way you see things. Are you always this mature?” He grinned. “It’s refreshing.”

  Rachael wasn’t sure if he was teasing her or not, and she shrugged. “I guess it’s because of how I’ve had to grow up fast. It’s always a life-changing experience moving to a new location abroad. In a way, it’s helped develop my resilience and sense of self.”

  “It’s not the first time you’ve moved, is it?” Sean asked with interest.

  She shook her head. “I’ve moved maybe six times just within America. This isn’t the first time I’ve moved out of the U.S., either. My dad’s job has moved us to even places like Dubai—now that was awesome. Still, it’s also been crazy. But my dad says he needs to do it so he can pay for my college tuition,” Rachael said drily. “I don’t care. I’m tired of moving. The worst is making the decision to just leave everything behind. Again.”

  “I’m glad you moved here. And I’m glad we finally got to talk. I was thinking of how best to offer to take you out for a tour or whatever you like, since you seem to love culture and history. There’s a lot of that in Dublin.”

  Rachael raised an eyebrow. “What if I don’t want to?”

  “Then I would leave you alone, even though I wouldn’t like it.”

  Rachael made a show of thinking about it, while inside she was worried he’d just take back the offer. He seemed to almost start to turn away to leave, and Rachael finally let out, “Okay, fine. I will go with you just once, to see what you have to offer.”

  Sean let out an airy chuckle. Gosh, that was sexy.

  “I appreciate it. You ready to go now?”

  That would be the first time of the many days they’d spend walking round for hours after school. In and out of small stone churches, old castles and ruins nestled in people’s backyards.

  Then came one weekend when Sean picked her up on his motorcycle to take their tour to the breezy hills and mountain views.

  It was the first time ever Rachael would be on a bike, and she braced herself as Sean helped her onto it.

  “Hold on tight,” he said to her over his shoulder. Rachael was feeling less nervous now about riding the bike, and more about how it felt with her arms wrapped around his hard stomach. Rachael tried to think if she’d ever felt like this with any guy, but realized she hadn’t. This feeling of wanting to jump his bones and jump them hard was coming out of nowhere. She had to fight it, fight the urge to lean her cheek against his broad, shirted back.

  Thankfully, there was much to distract Rachael’s raging teen hormones as they reached the location of the sloping, rocky terrain. Rachael would always remember their late afternoon hike and them climbing the hill just as the sun began to set behind slate gray clouds. It cast mystical shadows across the Irish landscape, and Rachael felt like she was closer to life’s origins. A misty rain had been falling, and her dark hair was all curly and wild, but she didn’t care. They’d come to see all things magical, and Rachael wasn’t going to miss a thing.

  They must have looked like the oddest couple in Ireland, Rachael thought. She was brown-skinned and exotic looking with a halo of dark curls, while there was Sean with his blue eyes, auburn hair and pale skin of a native Irishman.

  Rachael was happy that it likely didn’t faze Sean. He seemed more interested in letting her soak up all the magic of ancestry that filled the place he was from.

  On one trip, they found the ruins of what was once a monk’s abbey. It was overgrown with grass and weeds, with vines twined around the half-fallen walls. Rachael felt a sudden hush as the air went still while she surveyed the scene. There was something about those ruined abbeys and castles that held a beautiful mysticism she could feel sweeping through her whole body.

  She turned to face Sean to find his electric blue gaze fastened on her. God, he looked awesome. His auburn hair rippled around his shoulders in the breeze, and his piercing eyes seemed just as fathomless as the surroundings.

  Rachael’s senses were all heightened, and she itched for touch. Itched to reach out and rub her hand across Sean’s chest, to feel the magnificent sinew she could see hinted at beneath his shirt. Just breathing in deeply brought the scents of sweet spring air and of Sean, his warm aroma of clean sweat, grass and sexiness. What would it take to stretch up on tiptoe and touch her lips to the sensual curves of his?

  Chapter Two

  Rachael knew better than to make a fool of herself by kissing Sean. Just because the school hunk was being nice and showing her around, she needn’t start having crazy ideas.

  “You must be thirsty and tired. I know a perfect pub not far from here,” he said, breaking the spell.

  It took them a fifteen minutes’ ride to get there, with Rachael bubbling with curiosity. She’d never been inside a pub before. When they arrived at the location, there were two sleek, dark blue motorcycles out in front that looked just as cool and sexy as Sean’s did. Sean parked his beside them, and Rachael felt almost reluctant to let go of the proximity that riding with him always afforded as she slowly alighted.

  “It doesn’t open until five, but my uncles own the place, so I hang here a lot,” Sean said.

  Pushing her nervous feelings aside, Rachael walked with him through the wooden doors into the cool interior. It was…nice. Warm colors, leather back chairs, and lots of soccer—or was it football—posters filling one wall, while the other was littered with posters of local and big name rock bands.

  Rachael even caught a glimpse of a small platform in the far corner, obviously for live performances judging by the microphone.

  “Gary?” Sean called out as they made their way inside.

  Just then, a voice bellowed from behind the long bar, almost making Rachael jump. “That you, Sean? And who’s this, your girl?”

  “No, I’m just a friend,” Rachael spoke up quickly, her cheeks growing warm as she viewed the muscular, tanned dude with a strong jaw, shoulder length brown hair and whiskey eyes.

  “Sure ye are. Hey, Liam! Get out here. Sean brought a girl,” he shouted over his shoulder.

  “Did he? Well, that’s a first. He never brings anyone…” another deep voice said as he rounded the end of the bar, coming from some unseen location.

  “Hi, my name’s Rachael.”

  “Well, pleased to meet you. I’m Liam,” he said, taking her hand for a shake and then placing a light kiss on
her knuckles. There was ink etched into his forearms colored black and gray. Both men resembled each other so much, she guessed they had to be brothers. They looked mid-twenties and were built like rugby players. Rachael was glad they seemed friendly.

  “Ever the gentleman,” Gary said, elbowing Liam in the ribs, just as Sean cleared his throat.

  “Thanks, guys, but right now is not the time to get Rachael acquainted with your obvious charm,” Sean said, finally making an appearance from wherever he must have vanished to for a minute. “I just want to show her around and maybe hustle a bite?”

  “Well, I’ll have to whip you up something grand and have it brought to you. Nice to meet you, Rachael, hope to see more of you.”

  Rachael thanked them and followed the retreating Sean. He showed her to the spiral staircase behind the back wall that led to some kind of storage area. “You can go up and, if you like, freshen up a little. My uncles won’t let us have alcohol, but there’ll be something cool, sweet and nice to drink when you come down.”

  Rachael nodded and scrambled up the stairs, almost sure that Sean might be checking out her ass. She’d caught him at it a few times anyway—but then could she ever be sure? Maybe he didn’t really see her that way.

  “Your uncles seem great,” Rachael said to Sean once she got back down the stairs and found him at one of the corner tables. The rock music over the speakers was pretty catchy, and Rachael found herself feeling more relaxed and bouncy, even as she saw Sean bob his head in time with the beats.

  “Yeah, they are awesome. Hey, I’m sorry if they made you feel embarrassed.”

  “Oh, no, I get it, I really do. I just don’t want them to speculate what’s going on.”

  “In due time, they’ll get to know you. I’m still getting to know you, and I’ve enjoyed every minute of it so far.”

  He flashed his smile, and Rachael was mesmerized by how perfect he seemed.

  “Here’s your grub. Enjoy,” Liam said, setting down plates of delicious looking food. They began to indulge in the meal, which included Irish ham and chips, as well as the tastiest wings and Scotch eggs Rachael had ever had. Sean and Rachael ate and talked about family and experiences and their childhood.