All Chapters of The Billionaire's Reluctant Baby Mama: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

38AraIn every lie, there is an element of truth. This is a very popular quote that made it easy to spin the lie, with truth. That way, it has a basis. It is also very important to remember what you lied about when you told part of the truth.As a principle, I didn't like lying at all. It felt like too much work, it wasn't honest, and it wasn't worth it, most of the time in my opinion. But the world was not black and white. It was different shades of grey, and it seemed that this was one of the times that it was needed for me to lie constantly. Apart from being away from my son, this was one of the hardest things that I was doing, and one of the most uncomfortable, given that I had to put on an entire show, I had to behave like the lie basically. But it was clear that my likes died a long time ago, I was just doing this because I had to. So I smiled and said."Yes, my friend Tunisia, I don't know if you remember her, by the way, she called me for an emergency, she was stuck in the dr

AraPlanning a party was harder than I could imagine, and before long, I was regretting my decision."Why did I say I wanted to do this again?" I asked Tricia on the phone. It was three days to the final party, and it seemed like every single thing was going wrong at the same time, and I was going crazy. I had to call Tricia by the side so that I could try and get some of my sanity back, I wasn't even sure I could even have the chance to get it."You wanted to get closer to Fabian, you know, seduce him," Tricia said. She sounded so sarcastic, and I couldn't even blame her. She was right. That was what I wanted, and I was so wrong about that. I wasn't even seeing Fabian during this period, I was so busy with the party that we barely had any time to talk, I couldn't even have simple conversations with him, seducing him was a stretch."I wasn't thinking straight when I decided to do that," I said."You weren't," Tricia agreed."The best that I can do now is to finish the party and make i

FabianThe entire night was going on wonderfully, I was having time together with my friends, we were having fun, and at the center of it was Ara, looking at me, and I couldn't quite pull away, she looked so beautiful so perfect, I had no idea whay she was doing back in town, I didn't know the reason she came back after I hurt her all those years ago, I tried to tell her why, but now thinking back at it, her reaction wasn't normal, I expected that she would scream at me and we would fight about it, but she was so quiet, it was almost like she didn't believe I was saying the truth. At this point, just looking at her move through my house with determination in her eyes, I didn't see any of those things anymore. She just looked like a woman who really knew what she wanted to do, and she was going to see it to the very end. I just felt drawn to her, just like I felt drawn to her the first time that we met, when we had the whirlwind relationship that I began to regret when I hurt her. It w

AraI had to be dreaming. That would be the only feasible explanation for all the sensations I was feeling. It was the perfect dream. I felt so sated, so light, so free, and mostly, I felt so much pleasure. I was drowning in it almost. There was a warm, wet mouth on my breast, sucking my nipples with so much vigour, and there was a hand at my sex, flicking my nub, entering in and out of my hole, arousing me to no end. It felt like I was going to expire from pleasure.It was a gypsy, that was what it was. Nothing would tell me different. He began in some fantasy novel, someone who knew how to do beautiful things with their hands and their tongue. Oh, was that a tongue. I was in the dream, more settled in the dreamlike state. I had almost woken up before, but I was back in the mood to sleep. And I was wrong. It was no gypsy. I was in the desert. I was part of the sheikh’s harem, and he came to me that night. The fact that he had so many women in his harem wasn’t just because of his powe

Ara.I knew that there was no way that I could avoid Fabian further. That was not feasible. Even then, I didn't want to talk to him. It would be so awkward. I just needed the time to think about what I would tell him. I didn’t even have lies to tell. I was at Fabian's office, doing the job the way it should be done, which meant that I would barely have time to talk with Fabian. I wasn't getting the evidence that I needed. I would just get small snippets here and there, just to pursue it, and it wouldn't be relevant to what I was doing. It would be a dead end. After the entire thing, I was doubting myself so badly that I was uncertain. How could I even do this? Could I find proof to bring Fabian down? Would I be able to do it even?After I spoke to Tricia the other day, I became more and more guilty for keeping Liam away from his father.What would happen if Fabian found out about his son? Maybe even after I brought him down?If I still had the strong conviction that he was in the wron