Semua Bab The Billionaire's Baby Mama: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“Olivia, go online asap! You’ll never guess who’s trending!”I winced at Alice’s excited, high-pitched, ear destroying screech coming from my phone. A natural occurrence I should have already gotten used to since she had been my friend for twelve years, but I didn’t.“I don’t have time for celeb gossip right now, Alice.” I huffed, removing the plates from the dish washer. “I could barely do much unpacking during the day because of the boys. I-““You would if you found out it was about you and a certain billionaire who are trending.” She giggled like Harley Quinn, and I could almost see the psychotic grin on her face.“Why would I and a certain Billionair…”Wait?! A billionaire… Does she mean…My chest tightened at the thought of him. “Please tell me it’s not that billionaire.” I whispered.“Who else?! You guys are all over the news!” Alice squealed.My legs trembled under the weight of my body, and I leaned against the counter. I shivered like someone had doused me with ice water.“W-

“Miss Miller, Master Romero would like to see you.” Albert, Dante’s butler, said, standing at the door of the room I had been given. Albert was like those stereotype butlers you see in movies. A posh and prim suit clad his thin, tall body. Coupled with his stoic expression and his perfect, poised posture, he looked like he waltzed right out of the Victorian era. “Oh,” I mumbled, frowning a bit. ‘What does Dante want from me now? One night hasn’t passed, and he’s already making me break my ‘avoid-Dante-Romero’ oath.’ “Could you give me a minute?” “Yes Madam. I’ll be waiting outside.” “Thank you.” He bowed and walked out, closing the white door behind him. I slipped my phone out of my shorts’ pocket and double-tapped the screen. ‘Sheep! 28 missed calls and 13 texts from Alice! How did I not— oh, my phone is on silent.’ _I’m alright, I’ll explain everything tomorrow._ I typed and hit send, not bothering to read through her messages, and I flopped on the bed. Was I really alrig

“I always wanted a father.” My heart clenched at his words. Somehow, I felt like a bad mother. Since they were born, I had always played the roles of a father and a mother. It was hard, really hard no matter how much I tried. It was difficult trying to be both for three boys and I did my best, but I guess it was never enough.Nathan’s words showed me how insufficient I was. “Can we call you Papa?” Michael butted in, bubbling with excitement. I looked at Dante from the corner of my eye. His entire form was rigid.“Our friends in Paris call their father Papa, can we?” Nathan added, sharing his brother’s excitement.Dante’s grip on the cup tightened. I needed to get their attention fast. “Michael, Nathan, do you want more waffles?”“I guess he doesn’t want us to.” Michael sighed. Both boys looked down at their plates. The happy smiles on their faces curled into sombre ones. “You can call me Papa. If y

“W-What the?! Pervert!” I squeaked and tried to push him away. He didn’t even bulge from my attempt. “This is sexual harassment!”His rich baritone laughter vibrated against my skin, and a delightful tingle ran through me. “It isn’t if the other person permits and enjoys it.” He kissed the sensitive spot on my neck, and I bit my lips, holding back a moan.“So tell me, Olivia.”My name rolled off his tongue in the dirtiest of ways and I quivered in his hold.Dante slipped his hand under my shirt and rubbed the bare skin of my lower back. Another moan threatened to break free.“Do you want me to stop?”Yes and no hung on my tongue as two parts of me waged war.My body, desperate for the masculine touch that it had been starved of for years, wanted to take Alice’s advice and let him possess me.My mind, the wiser part of me, though fuzzy from his touch, knew this was wrong. Very wrong.Giving in to him would prove his thoughts about me. I would forever be a slut in his eyes. He would tr

“I took a peek at your book collection.” Dante said, standing by my side as I locked the door of my apartment. All the boxes had been moved into the car, so we were good to go. “I must say you have a very amazing taste.”“I know.” I smiled, shoving my key into my pocket.It wasn’t the first time someone had made that type of remark.I loved my books in two ways; either they were the sappiest of romances or the most horrifying of horrors. No in between.“Most people said I didn’t look what I read.” We walked side-by-side to his car. They understood the romance books, but the horror section always caught them off guard. They said I looked too sweet to be interested in that kind of stuff.”“You do. So what piqued your interest in horror?”“The tension. The rush of adrenaline. The thrill. My heart banging in my chest when I know something really really bad is about to happen to a character. What’s there not to love?”What was there not to love? Horror was happiness. Horror was life. Horro