All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET BABY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Olivia. We stepped into the million dollar executive hotel, it was like stepping into a whole different universe where rich people hang out. The hotel was too nice, expensive too, I could just tell by the chandelier and paintings on the well. It was boujee, the fanciest hotel I had ever stepped foot in. Not just fancy but intimidating. Like the kind of place that looked down on you as soon as you stepped through the glass doors. Everything was polished within an inch of its life. Crystal chandeliers, marble floors that reflected your every misstep, and staff dressed like they were trained at Buckingham Palace.Even the people, guests there all looked like they owned some big businesses around the world, the women strolling around in six inch heels. I definitely felt out of place and felt like everyone was judging me, even though no one was really paying me any attention. I tried not to let it get to me. I walked beside Jake, suitcase in tow, like I belonged here.Like I wasn’t the

OliviaI wasn’t expecting the sound of the door. I had already come into terms that Jake was not coming back tonight, so the door opening actually caught me unaware. It was past two in the morning, and I’d finally dozed off on the velvet chaise in my room, phone clutched in one hand, heartache clenched in the other.The soft beep of the door unlocking startled me awake.I blinked, dazed, sitting up as the suite door swung open and Jake stepped inside like nothing had happened. Like it wasn’t the middle of the night. Like I hadn’t spent hours wondering where he was and hating myself for it.He shut the door behind him, and that’s when I saw it.The stagger in his step. The flush in his cheeks. The unmistakable smell of whiskey and something musky and expensive on his breath.And then the lipstick.Faint, but obvious, smeared along the collar of his white dress shirt. A wine colored mark that didn’t belong to me since I didn't even touch him when he dropped me off at the hotel. I don'

Jake. I was halfway through reviewing the talking points for tonight’s dinner when the suite door creaked open behind me.I didn’t look up right away, figured it was Olivia, probably back from shopping, maybe annoyed. I wouldn’t blame her. The things I said last night… I’d been drunk, yes, but not out of control. Just careless.And for some reason, her hurt had stayed with me.The way she had looked at me, I felt bad about how I had worded some things, she didn't deserve it and I was going to apologize later on for it. I closed the laptop slowly, rubbing the bridge of my nose, trying to find the right words to say when she walked out.But when I finally turned toward her, I forgot how to breathe.She stood there in the middle of the room, poised like something out of a fever dream.A deep green dress hugged her in all the right places, tailored within an inch of its life. The fabric shimmered ever so slightly under the light, making her skin glow. Her heels added just enough height

Olivia. I was so happy this night was almost over, all I wanted to do was go back to the hotel and get into my bed. I was exhausted from making small conversation all night. This was exhausting, how do people go on multiple dates every other day. I couldn’t do it. I would rather be home instead curled up watching my favorite show. The music pulsed through the lounge, vibrating the floor beneath my heels as I leaned a little closer to the man in front of me Lamont, or maybe Larry, something with a L. He had a nice smile, easy eyes, the kind of harmless charm that made conversation flow without effort. I wasn’t looking for anything. Just a drink, a laugh, the illusion of control after a week of long hours and passive aggressive meetings. All I knew was that he was a big investor and Jake needed to get him, but I also liked the attention he was giving me and how much it was bothering Jake. But he was a nice breath of fresh air, and I loved that all night he had managed to get me off m

JakeShe walked out of the bar like she was on fire and didn’t care who burned.And maybe I deserved that.I followed her out, every step fueled by a cocktail of frustration and something far more dangerous something I couldn’t name because if I did, it would be real.The moment I caught up, she was already at the car, her posture tight and bristling. She didn’t wait for me. Just got in and slammed the door so hard I felt it in my chest.I climbed in after her, shutting my door with a bit more restraint. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel while I waited stupidly for her to say something first. But she stared out the windshield like I wasn’t even there.I shouldn’t have said it. What I said to that guy. Hell, I shouldn’t have even walked over. But the second I saw him leaning in, that smug grin on his face while she smiled back that smile I saw red.I’d seen her use that smile in boardrooms. With clients. With me. I’d also seen what it looked like when it was real. And back