All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Baby : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

I stood, and found my legs were unsteady. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then felt a firm hand on my hip. "This way, into the bedroom," said his voice in my ear, and I walked where he guided me. He stopped me once we were at the bed, and for a second he just wrapped his arms around me and held me from behind. His chest was against my back, and I could feel his erection pressing into me through the fabric of his sweatpants. He kept one arm around me as he undid my bra. Once the clasp came undone, I slipped it off, turned in his arms, and pushed down his pants. He bent his head to kiss my neck and then pushed me down onto the bed. "Tell me again," he said. I looked up at him, practically shivering with want, and said, "I want you inside me." His hungry smile was back, he grabbed my hips and pushed me up the bed. He climbed on top of me, pushing my legs open with his body, and pressing just the tip of his cock into me. I cried out in frustration. He grinned, and lowered his

As if timed to my thoughts, I heard another voice. A man's voice coming from the bedroom I shared with my girlfriend. I stopped again, this time because my whole body was tense with anger. She wouldn't really dare, would she? In our bedroom? In our bed? But apparently, she would, because now both of them were moaning, and it was getting louder. I unfroze and made the last few steps to the bedroom door in seconds, barely managing to throw it open with my hand instead of kicking it down like I wanted. "Cassius!" Michelle shrieked as I took in the sight in front of me. Well, I'd been wrong. They weren't on the bed. Instead, there was Michelle, on her hands and knees on the floor, and some man I'd never seen before kneeling behind her, his hands gripping her waist and his hips still mid-thrust when his eyes met mine and all the color drained from his face. He didn't look too out of shape, but I sized him up and knew I was perfectly capable of beating the shit out of him. From the ex

I couldn't help but feel a little twinge though, when she talked about my blog. I wanted to be a good example for her, to show her that even if you were alone, you could go after your dreams. But there was no time. Speaking of which, I just barely avoided being late for work. My shift started at four, and the clock literally switched over to a minute past four right after I punched in. I rushed to the locker room to change and get out front. Not only would my boss notice if I wasn't out there, but it was the busiest time of night, and the more tables I could get to, the more tips I got. The restaurant was already full, the Italian-themed dining room packed with customers of all kinds. There were noisy families, old married couples, and young kids on what looked like their first date. In the back a group of high school kids had pushed a bunch of tables together so they could all sit in the same place. I paused to look at them, remembering a time when the biggest problem I had was how

I grabbed a sandwich at the gym's cafe and ate it in the parking lot, leaning against the car and watching the sun start to set. I checked my watch and realized it was almost eight. I still didn't have any plans for where I would sleep that night. It should be easy enough to get a room at a hotel. Somewhere convenient, where they knew me and what I liked, so I wouldn't be bothered with needless questions. The River Grand downtown, perhaps? I finished the sandwich and got into the car, checking the map to remind myself which street the hotel was on. As I headed that way, I hit a button on my steering wheel and instructed the car's phone system to call them. A polite voice answered the phone. "River Grand Hotel, how may I help you?" I gave them my name and asked for a room. "Yes, of course, Mr. Reade. We're delighted to have you staying with us again. Any special requests for your room, besides your usual requirements?" "No, the usual is fine." "Great, give me just a moment." I co

Lunch? Hadn't I been on my way home at night? Was it the next day? How long had I been unconscious?I watched him retreat and felt myself relax a little. I turned to the nurse."Is it true that I'm not seriously hurt?""You're being held for observation because you did take quite a blow to the head. You were also cut in quite a few places by the shattering glass. But, so far, no major complications, and all those lacerations are expected to heal without too much damage or scarring.""Thank you," I said to her. She nodded."Are you okay? Your heart rate's a little..." She glanced at the machines again. "It dropped once he left. And I know we say men make our hearts race, but even one as good-looking as that shouldn't have this kind of effect. Unless there's another reason he's making your heart rate spike?"I stared at her. How did she know to ask that? Was it written on my face that I knew this man, and that I was keeping a huge secret from him? She smiled gently, as if maybe I didn't