All Chapters of My secret baby with the moviestar: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

*Levi*I pull up in front of the studio, my mind teeming with questions. Was it just an excuse, her needing to stop by the studio on her way? Perhaps she harbors a hint of uncertainty, not yet ready to trust me with her address. She wants to be able to leave this if needed without me being able to find her easily. And that's perfectly fine; I understand completely.A smile dances across my lips as she emerges through the glass doors, radiating beauty. Eager to make a good impression, I swiftly exit the car to open the passenger door for her. "Good evening, Willa, you look absolutely stunning, darling.""Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself," she replies, her smile reaching her eyes as they appreciatively scan my navy suit. Indeed, I had decided to pull out all the stops and dress to the nines tonight.Once she is comfortably seated, I gently close the door behind her and make my way to the driver's side. Slipping into the car, I ignite the engine, my heart racing with a blend o

*Willa*When he finally breaks the kiss, only because even he needs oxygen, I steady myself with a hand on his chest, holding him at an arm's distance. "Levi, we need to talk.""Sure, but not right now, there are other things I need to take care of first," he says, his hands grabbing my hips.I glare at him. He is so infuriating when he does that; he has a way of just running you over like a bulldozer sometimes. "And what is that, if I may ask?""Of course, you may. I need to show you that you are mine, and what better way to do that than by taking you relentlessly until you beg for mercy," he says, a sexy smirk sliding over his face.Okay, my ovaries just died, but at the same time, I get quite angry with him. He can't just come here and think I am just going to give into him like that. "No, Levi, we need to talk.""I said, when I am done with you, Willa, right now I wouldn't be able to concentrate on talking at all," his fingers dig into my hips, pulling me to him. “And honestly I t

*Willa*There is no way back. I need to get this over and done with before Levi gets back here. So, I pull all my remaining resources out and walk down to Will's room. I hope my son has a more forgiving nature than his father, but I already know this won't end well for me."Hi, Mom," he says as I open the door. I find him sitting at his desk working on a school paper. "I am sorry for... you know, walking in on the two of you."I have to admit that I get a bit red in the cheeks. No mother wants her teenage kid to know what she is doing behind closed doors. "No, I am sorry. You were not supposed to see that. It wasn't the way I planned on introducing you to Levi.""It's okay, Mom. I mean, I know that you..." He stops himself, shuddering slightly. "Well, you deserve to have your own life. I just don't really want to know."I sit down on his bed. This is it, the moment I will tell my kid that I have lied to him, and probably break a part of our relationship forever. I know he won't hate m

*Will*Normally, I don't really like shopping, but being out getting stuff for my new room with my dad is actually cool. To be honest, my dad is pretty cool.He is clearly kind of trying to make up for not being in my life. He doesn't have to; I mean, it isn't his fault he has been absent in my life. That one is on my mom; he didn't know. "You know, Dad, you don't have to give me all this.""I know, kid. But I want to. I want to make sure you feel at home when you are at my place," he says, and sends me a smile. "So don't hold back, just pick what you want. I can afford it."I try to hold back, though. My mother has always taught me that money isn't free, and I see no reason to overspend on things I don't need. I don't need a flashy room, just a quiet place where I can relax and feel comfortable when I am there.Like, I don't need a new bed, just some new pillows and stuff. Some things for the walls, a desk to do homework, and a comfortable chair. And then some darker colors for the w

*Levi*Next morning I wake to find Will in the kitchen, making breakfast. "Well, morning, kid. You're up early and making breakfast, I see.""Yeah, I woke up and couldn't fall asleep again. I'm a bit nervous. So I thought I would make you some breakfast. I hope it's okay?" He says, starting to put food on the table.I sit down. The food looks delicious. "Of course, it's okay. Actually, I might reconsider letting you move in here if this is what I can expect every morning.""Yeah, maybe not every morning. Normally, I sleep till my mom drags me out of bed. So no such luck," he says, sitting down.We eat for a bit in silence. "This, Will, is actually really good. What have you done with the scrambled eggs? They taste different.""Bacon crumbles and a dash of curry, my mom taught me to do that," he says proudly, and I smile at him, taking another bite.When we are done eating, we clean out the table. And I look at my son. "My publicist Keith will be the first to come. I'm gonna talk to hi