All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET BABY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

OliviaThe next morning, I arrived at the office earlier than usual. My mind had barely rested after the events with Kyle and the hospital, and now, the lingering unease about Jake’s involvement in paying the bill gnawed at me. I needed to talk to him,not about gratitude, not about the bill but about boundaries, about making it clear that I wasn’t going to let anyone interfere in my life or my son’s, no matter how generous.I parked and stepped out of the car, the cool morning air hitting my face. The streets were quiet, mostly empty except for the early risers hurrying along the side walks. My heels clicked against the marble as I walked into the building, clutching my bag tightly.But when I got to my office, the hum of early activity was missing. There was no sound of Jake moving through the space, no early music, no coffee brewing, no polished, exacting energy that always filled the office before the day officially began. That alone made me pause.I frowned. He was always here fi

Olivia. The second I hung up the phone, I felt the quiet settle over the apartment like a weight. The hum of the refrigerator, the faint tick of the clock on the wall, the soft rhythm of Kyle’s breathing from the next room it all seemed sharper, clearer, almost deafening after hearing Jake’s voice.I set the phone down on the coffee table, staring at it as if it might suddenly ring again. My hand lingered there, fingers brushing the edge, wishing it would, yet dreading it too. I had spent the better part of the past twenty four hours fighting off the guilt and panic over Kyle’s hospitalization, and now now there was Jake. Flirtatious, teasing, dangerous Jake, planting a seed of something I wasn’t sure I wanted to nurture or admit I did.I sank deeper into the sofa, pulling my legs up under me and cradling my wine glass like a shield. One sip, two sips. The wine burned down my throat, and I let myself relax just enough to breathe. Just enough to let my thoughts wander into dangerou

Olivia. Jake carries me into his bedroom like he’s done it a thousand times in his mind. The door swings shut behind us with a soft thud, and he lays me on the bed not gently, not roughly, but with a kind of purposeful urgency that sends another shiver through me.His body hovers over mine, his breath warm against my lips.“You don’t know how long I have wanted this,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost strained.“Then show me.”Something snaps in him.His mouth claims mine again, hot and deep, his tongue pushing past my lips like he’s starving for me. His hands are everywhere my hips, my waist, my breasts, touching me like he wants to memorize every inch.I reach for his shirt, tugging it upward, and he helps me pull it off. The sight of him above me, his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, the line of muscle disappearing beneath his belt is enough to make my breath stutter.He watches my reaction. A slow, wicked smirk touches the corner of his mouth.“Like what you see?”“I think you kn

JakeSaturday mornings in my house are usually quiet, still, peaceful, predictable.But today, the second I opened my eyes, the quiet felt wrong.Too empty.Too aware.I reached for the other side of the bed before I even thought about it, my hand brushing cool sheets that did nothing but confirm what I already knew.She was gone.Olivia had slipped out sometime in the night, or maybe early morning without a sound, without a note, without even leaving behind the faint echo of her perfume. The space where she had slept was already cold. I couldn't blame her either, I had done it to women so many times. A sharp, hollow feeling tugged at my chest. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t.But I did.Because last night, last night wasn’t nothing.I sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over my face, trying to piece together everything that had happened. The dinner. The tension. The way she looked in that red dress God, that dress. The way she had smiled at me, shy and cautious and so damn beautiful it almos

JakeThe apartment is quiet, too quiet.It’s the kind of quiet that makes you aware of your own breathing, your own heartbeat, your own thoughts thoughts I don’t want to face just yet.Kyle sits beside me on the couch at first, swinging his little legs back and forth, tapping his dinosaur against his knee. He hums some made up tune, completely content, totally unaware of the storm inside me.I shouldn’t feel like this. I shouldn’t feel guilty. I shouldn’t feel like I’m betraying Olivia by doing what I have to do.But damn it feels like it.I glance at Kyle again. He lifts the dinosaur high above his head and growls loudly.“Rawrr!” he announces proudly.I let out a breath that almost sounds like a laugh. “That’s a scary dinosaur you have got.”He nods vigorously, curls bouncing. “This one eats bad guys.”“Is that so?”“Mhm.” He shifts closer, pressing his warm little body against my arm like he is already decided we are friends. “But he doesn’t eat you. You are not a bad guy.”My chest