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Penulis: Faith Odulesi
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-09 08:02:30

The door slammed behind them.

Before Isabel could catch her breath, Isaac spun her around. She gasped as her back hit the wall, her hands bracing herself and wincing from the contact.

He wasn’t touching her but he was close enough that she felt every breath that came from him. Her eyes locked on the sharp line of his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell just inches from her own.

His arm came up slowly, palm against the wall near her shoulder, his body angled over hers.

Her voice cracked on the way out, "what is this?”

He didn’t blink, "your brother was involved with men who don't care who they hurt to send a message, that makes you part of the risk.”

She swallowed hard, “so now I’m the enemy too?”

“You’re living under my roof, you’re carrying something I’m responsible for, I don't care what you do with yourself after the contract is over but you are carrying my child, that makes you mine to protect which means starting now, you don’t leave the house without my permis
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  • A baby for the billionaire   121

    She opened her browser and typed in his name. Isaac Dun. She hadn’t searched him in years and the first thing that came up was a recent photo of him stepping out of a sleek black car. She scrolled down and it was his company with the location and building address in this city. She stared at it for a second before grabbing her purse. The cab ride was quiet. She kept checking her phone, unlocking it, then locking it again. The article was still there. So was the image. The world had seen it, her skin, his bed. It was everywhere. She pressed the phone face-down on her lap and looked out the window. It made her sick. How he could stay invisible for years and still have the power to ruin everything in seconds. She had spent so long avoiding the spotlight, hiding her name, hiding her past. And now, because of him, all of it was back. The cab slowed down. She looked up. It was huge,the building, of course. All glass and metal. People walked in and out without looki

  • A baby for the billionaire   120

    Isabel stared at the message, her jaw tightening. "Send your account details for the deposit." She blinked, like she was seeing it wrong. Her fingers curled around the phone, grip tightening. She sat down on the edge of the couch, phone still in her hand. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she muttered. She tapped the screen, reread the message. There was no name, no follow-up, no softness. Just the message. Cold. Straight to the point. Her lips parted like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. She ran her hand down her face. "So that's what I am? A fucking invoice?" She stood up quickly, pacing across the room. The kids were still in the other room watching cartoons. She pressed the side of her phone and blocked the number. "Asshole," she said under her breath. She has set it up but she didn't expect him to actually treat her like a prostitute. She didn’t even care how he got her number. Maybe he already had it saved. Maybe he bought it off someone

  • A baby for the billionaire   119

    He heard shuffling. Isaac blinked, head still heavy with sleep, body sore in the best way. The other side of the bed was empty. He pushed himself up slowly, bare chest rising and falling as he looked around. Isabel stood near the window, pulling her dress over her head. Her bra was already on, her hair messy and her back turned. He sat up straighter. “You’re leaving?” She didn’t answer. He reached out, trying to wrap an arm around her waist. “Come back to bed.” She slapped his hand away without looking. “Don’t.” His brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?” She stepped into her heels, voice low but sharp. “I’m leaving.” He stood up fast, still in nothing but his boxers. “Why?” She let out a short laugh and turned to face him, arms crossed. “Why? Seriously?” He stared at her, confused. “Isabel, we just...” She scoffed, shaking her head. “Oh, I get it. You think sex was supposed to fix everything.” His jaw tensed. “No, but after last night, I thought...” “You thought

  • A baby for the billionaire   118

    Isabel gasped when he rolled them over, her back hitting the mattress again, still wrapped around him. “Isaac,” she breathed, her hands flying to his chest, her legs twitching from the overstimulation. He didn’t pull out. His eyes stayed on hers, dark and half-lidded, his breathing shallow. His hands gripped her hips tighter. “You said not to stop,” he muttered. She swallowed hard. “I thought you came.” “I did,” he said, dragging his lips over her jaw, “and I’m still hard.” Her body clenched around him involuntarily. He felt it, cursed under his breath, and pushed in again, slower this time, but deeper. Her nails scraped down his arms. “It’s too much.” “No, it’s not.” His hands slid under her thighs and lifted her legs higher, folding her slightly as he thrust in again. Her mouth dropped open with a moan she couldn’t stop. “I can feel how wet you still are,” he murmured. “You’re not done.” He pulled out almost entirely, then slammed back in with a force that

  • A baby for the billionaire   117

    His cock slid in slowly, stretching her open, inch by inch. Isabel gasped, her nails sinking into his shoulders, thighs clenching tighter around his waist. Her eyes fluttered shut, but the sound that left her mouth was desperate and raw. “Look at me,” Isaac muttered, lips brushing hers. She forced her eyes open, chest rising fast. “Don’t stop.” His jaw clenched. He pushed the rest of the way in, burying himself deep. Her body arched up against his, her breath catching with the sharp, stinging fullness that spread through her. “Fuck, Isabel,” he whispered, gripping her hip with one hand while the other braced by her head. She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. Her mouth parted around a moan that never fully came out, just shaky breaths and her legs trembling around him. He stayed there for a second, buried to the hilt, eyes locked on hers. Then he pulled back slowly and thrust in again, deeper. Her hands flew to his back, fingers digging in as she whimpered. “You missed this,”

  • A baby for the billionaire   116

    “You’re still not saying stop,” Isaac muttered against her mouth. Isabel gripped his shirt tighter, breath hot against his. “Don’t act like you don’t want this.” He kissed her again, harder this time, both hands sliding under her shirt, palms moving up her back. Her bra unclasped without warning. She gasped when the cold air hit her skin, but then his hands were there, cupping her, thumbs brushing over her nipples. Her head dropped back with a sharp inhale. “We shouldn’t.” “You already are,” he breathed. Their mouths crashed again. It was all teeth and tongue, breathless and uneven. She tugged his shirt up, hands fumbling with the buttons she was too impatient to undo properly. “Take it off,” she snapped. He pulled it over his head and tossed it. Her hands were all over his chest, nails dragging down, fingers sliding over every inch of skin she used to know by heart. He yanked her shirt over her head next, threw her bra to the floor, and wrapped both arms around her,

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