All Chapters of The Billionaire's One-Night Baby: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CelesteThe firelight flickered, throwing shadows across everyone’s faces, making the night feel warmer than it really was. Amara had settled on Nicholas’s lap, still giggling from his over-the-top performance of some cheesy ballad, while Tristan sat nearby, sipping his drink with that dry, unamused expression he wore like a badge of honor.“Alright, alright, encore!” Nicholas declared dramatically, strumming the guitar like a rockstar. “But I think it’s someone else’s turn to shine.”Immediately, I shook my head, pressing both hands in front of me. “Don’t even think about it, Nicholas.”“Oh, I wasn’t thinking…” His grin widened wickedly. “I was planning.”Before I could argue, Amara piped up, voice clear and sweet, “Yes! Mommy should sing!”My mouth fell open. “Amara…” I gave her a warning look, but of course, she only bounced more eagerly, her eyes wide and pleading.“Please, Mommy! Just one song!” she begged, tugging at my sleeve.Nicholas clutched his chest like he’d just won the

Celeste The fire had burned low, glowing embers crackling softly against the hush that followed our ridiculous little game. Amara, still riding the high of victory from orchestrating the “best dares ever,” had finally slumped against my side. Her tiny head drooped onto my shoulder, her lashes fluttering like heavy curtains fighting sleep. “Looks like the star of the night is clocking out,” Nicholas observed, stretching out his long legs with a satisfied sigh. I smoothed Amara’s hair, pressing a kiss to her warm forehead. “She had enough fun for three people. Bedtime.” “Bedtime?” Nicholas gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “But the night is young, and the company—” “Is exhausted,” Tristan cut in flatly, shooting him a withering look. “Don’t start.” Nicholas groaned but subsided, though the sparkle in his eyes told me he wasn’t nearly done tormenting me. I carefully gathered Amara into my arms. She stirred but didn’t wake, her lips parting in a small sigh. She alway

CelesteThe sun had already risen when I finally gave up pretending to sleep. My body had been still for hours, but my mind… it hadn’t stopped racing since last night. Since him.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the echo of his lips again—soft, searing, wrong yet terrifyingly right. It was ridiculous, how one kiss could strip me of sleep, of peace, of the walls I’d spent years building.I pressed the heel of my palm to my forehead, forcing the thought away. No. I couldn’t let myself spiral. Not here. Not when Amara was just a few feet away, still curled under the sheets with her hair fanned across the pillow.Mommy?” she mumbled, stirring as though she felt my restlessness.I leaned close, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “Good morning, sweetheart. Want to get breakfast early? Just us?”Her eyes lit up instantly. “Pancakes?”I smiled, though it felt fragile. “Pancakes.”It wasn’t just for her. I needed the distraction. I needed the distance—from him, from those eyes that a

CelesteBefore I could protest, Sebastian moved. Smooth. Deliberate. Each step toward me felt like a silent threat, and I couldn’t bring myself to look away.He didn’t take the seat across from me where any normal person would sit. No—he slid into the chair directly beside mine. Close enough that the sleeve of his suit brushed my arm when he adjusted himself.My breath caught in my throat.I shifted slightly away, trying to put even an inch of distance between us, but the table was small, the space unforgiving. His nearness was suffocating, intoxicating, and I hated myself for noticing both.Max blinked, clearly unsettled by Sebastian’s choice. His polite smile wavered as he tried to hold on to the thread of conversation. Nicholas, meanwhile, looked as though he were watching the most entertaining drama unfold.“So, Max, was it?” Nicholas asked, leaning back casually. “How do you know our dear Celeste?”Max straightened, clearly thrown off by the sudden interrogation but answered smoo

CelesteBeneath the table, our hands lingered, hidden from everyone. I finally let go first, sliding my fingers away, though I didn’t want to.Sebastian’s hand stayed close for a heartbeat longer, reluctant to release, until his phone buzzed sharply on the table. With a small, almost regretful sigh, he let go, reaching for it as if forced to break the connection. The warmth lingered in my palm long after our hands parted.“Excuse me,” he muttered, already standing, phone pressed to his ear.I told myself not to look. But my eyes betrayed me, following him just for a second before I quickly diverted my gaze, pretending to busy myself with my napkin.Max stood as well, giving the table a polite nod. “I have to excuse myself too. And I want to thank you all for lunch—especially you, Celeste. It was really nice to meet you.” He smiled at me, genuine but tinged with something else. “Honestly, I like you… but I guess your boss, Sebastian—he’s something else. I think you handle him much bette