Semua Bab The Billionaire's Baby Mama: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The kiss was longer and more passionate than I expected, and I almost got lost in it, but I couldn’t. Not when there was a large, long eww that came from one of my sons, most likely Michael. That was enough to keep me grounded in the reality that Dante was kissing me right in front of their innocent little eyes. I hit his shoulder, and he let go of me.“Now that’s the kiss I was looking for.” Dante smirked, dragging his tongue over his bottom lips as if relishing my taste, and my whole face turned bright red.‘He really has no shame. How could he do something like that in front of kids?’“Why did you kiss my mama like that?” Leon scowled and marched towards us. He stopped by Dante and gave him the most cold glare I had ever seen him give anyone. I never even knew he could ever look at someone like that. I guess that was something he got from his father.“She was supposed to kiss you on the head, so why did you kiss her on the lips?” he hissed.“Why not? She’s my girlfriend, so I can.”

It was just morning, and today was turning out to be the craziest yet wonderful, but extremely crazy, day of my life. Dante and I had confessed our love to each other in a romance novel-worthy way; we had a hot make-out session that made me wet just thinking about it; I was so close to getting laid; I had convinced my boys that I could be a girlfriend and mother at the same time; and when I thought it couldn’t get any more crazy, Eve came up with her wild questions.I don’t know what exactly caught me off guard and got me flustered to the core, the way she asked the scandalous question with all boldness or the pure curiosity glowing in her eyes that stared at me, eager to get answers.Dante, being Dante, was laughing his butt off at my predicament like it was a comedy skit playing before him, and I sent him a dirty glare.“And stop laughing at me. This isn’t funny.” I hissed at him and nudged his side.“I’m sorry, but your reaction is hilarious.” He said between peals of laughter. Of

“Why not?” I snapped my head at Dante. Wasn’t he the same person who asked me to be his date at the same event? Why was there a sudden change in plans?“Because you just got shot yesterday, that’s why.” He frowned at me. “You can’t possibly be thinking about going out again in less than twenty-four hours.”He was making sense, and I agreed with him because a part of me thought it was a crazy idea. What happened yesterday was traumatic, and I definitely won’t be going to that mall because of it, but I really did want to attend the gala event. Ever since Dante asked me out, it was always on my mind. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and I was anxiously waiting for the day to come. Laura and her partner in crime weren’t going to ruin something I had anticipated with their assassination. I was going to woman up and enjoy myself at the gala—that was if my date still wanted to go.“I know, but ever since you told me about it, I’ve been dying to attend and see what a ga

‘And there…. Done.’I capped my lipstick and slid it into my silver purse sitting on the vanity. The day of the gala had finally arrived, and I was giddy with excitement and nerves.‘You look pretty, Olly.’ I told myself as I stared at my beautiful reflection in the mirror, and I smiled.The pink dress dazzled like a diamond in the light, enough for me to stand out but not enough for me to draw people’s attention from the arts, and the colour complemented my skin perfectly. Dante was right; I did look good in pink.My wavy chestnut hair was let down and fell from my shoulders to my mid-back. A simple silver necklace with pink opal dangling from the middle was on my neck; its earrings were on my ears; and just as the store attendant had said, they made the dress more stunning. Coupled with my cute silver low heels and bag, I looked and felt like a princess.‘If Leon, Michael, and Nathan were here, they would have probably said something like, wow, Mama, you look like a princess, or a f

Oh sheep! This was happening. I was standing before the father of the woman who wanted to ruin my life. Never had I thought I would run into him, but he was standing before me, right in the flesh. My eyes took a quick sweep of him, surprised by how he looked. He was nothing like I had pictured when he came to mind. I had always imagined a tall, broody, mafia-don-looking man; he was the opposite. He was a few inches shorter than me—and I was already short—with a bald head that the light bounced off. He had almost no similarities with his daughter apart from their eyes, and I almost doubted he was actually her father. Laura was a beauty queen, while he was just ordinary. “I’ve told you to call me father or papa instead of Mr. Kingsley. You almost got married to my daughter.” He gripped Dante’s hand and shook it so hard that I feared he was going to pop it. “But I didn’t marry your daughter, so I don’t have to call you that, Mr. Kingsley.” Dante put emphasis on his name, but the older