All Chapters of The Billionaire's Baby Mama: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The entire scenario was like déjà vu, and my mind flashed back to the car ride we shared on the way to my apartment. Only this time, I didn’t find him that repulsive, and I wanted him a little bit. Maybe more than a little bit, but I couldn’t accept. There were still too many possibilities on the line to gamble with. Dante was frozen against me, one of his hands in my shorts and the other just a few millimetres under my b.o.obs. He was dead silent, and I swear I would have thought he had paused in time if his heavy breathing wasn’t fanning against my neck. “D-Dante?” I whispered, sliding my hands from his hair to his shoulders. Still nothing but silence from him. His grip on me didn’t loosen, keeping me pressed against him. ‘Was he mad? I hope not.’ It was the second time I had flat-out turned down his advances when we were so close to doing the deed. ‘Why isn’t he saying anything? How is he feeling? Is he furious? Will he revert back to his former icy self? Or worse, what if h

Dante was as stiff as a concrete statue in my hold, but I didn’t let go of him. I just needed to hug someone. His arms slowly pressed me closer to him, tightening our embrace, and it felt like I was in a dream. That was enough to send a fresh wave of tears tumbling down my face. His hug felt awkward, like he didn’t know how, but I didn’t mind. It was the thought that counted. He was there for me. And that was all that mattered. “Thank you, Dante,” I whispered into his ear after staying in his arms, curled up and crying for minutes. Or was it hours? I didn’t know. I just knew he held me and didn’t let me go. “You’re welcome.” Dante ran his fingers through my hair. “So, do you promise me that you won’t speak ill of yourself and try to have more confidence?” “I’ll try. It will not be instant, but I’ll do my best every day.” I snuggled into him. It wasn’t going to be easy, but I would try. No more pity parties, nitpicking, bullying, gaslighting, or talking down to myself. I was goi

‘Why does our journey feel so short? I swear we just left the garden ten seconds ago, and here we are, almost at the door of my room.’ I almost sighed aloud. ‘I wish time would just slow down.’ To be honest, I didn’t want to leave Dante. I wanted to be around him. To sit by his side and enjoy his presence. We didn’t need to talk or anything; I just wanted to be near him. I sounded like a lunatic, but that was how I really felt. Forcing myself to avoid him these past few days was pure torture. But now that we had reconciled and opened up to each other, I felt a stronger connection to him. It was like I craved him. And it was scary. Was this how I truly felt, or was this the aftermath of all our heated flirting? “Olivia!” There was a gentle tap on my shoulder, and I snapped out of my trance. “Huh?!” I blinked and turned my gaze to him. “I said we are here.” Dante nudged at the door. “Oh.” I stared at it. Something that was once a sign of relaxation for me now felt like a happi

“Oh…” Alice’s smirk grew, and excitement sparkled in her green eyes. “So tell me…” She purred, leaning closer to me and pressing her chest against my arm. “What did my dear Dante say about me?” “Well…” ‘Here goes nothing.’ I took in a large gulp of air and spilled the summary of what Dante had said about her—in the nicest way possible—including the deal we made about her. From the corner of my eyes, I watched her expression turn gloomy with each word I said. “…and he said you should leave once you’re done helping me.” I ended. Alice’s face was blank, and I couldn’t tell if she was boiling with anger, overwhelmed with sadness, or both. “Ali—” “You’re so silly, Olivia.” She leaned away from me, shaking her head, and a smile curled up on her face. “I can’t believe you’d make up such a story to stop me from trying my luck with Dante. Or is this your idea of a joke? You know you’ve always been terrible at telling jokes.” ‘Made up?! She thought everything I said was made up?! A jok

Alice was never shy. Never, ever shy. She was always so sure, so assertive, and so confident in herself. So seeing her all flustered and bashful towards Dante was as shocking as seeing a whale with legs. Did she really like Dante that much, or was this one of her seduction acts? I was almost a hundred percent sure it was the latter, which would explain the sudden change in her style. I still wasn’t going to buy the whole ‘I’m in my cutesy era’ until I saw her go a full week in the style. So she was trying to use the innocent, cute, sweet-girl personality to charm him. Oh, Alice. “I don’t recall us being on a first-name basis, Miss Allen,” Dante said, narrowing his eyes at her. “And don’t mistake your presence here as me being hospitable. You’re only permitted to enter my home because of Olivia. Nothing has changed between us since our last conversation.” Dante wasn’t kidding when he said he didn’t like her; something must have happened between them, but what? And what did he me