All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Baby : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RyanMy mind was a jumbled mess as I made my way to my childhood home, my confrontation with Samantha swirling through my thoughts. When I’d walked into the bookstore, the first thing that’d struck me was how gorgeous she was. Her body had matured, and she’d gotten curvier. Her dark brown hair was still long and the way it’d fallen around her shoulders made it seem soft and luxurious. I’d wanted to run my fingers through it to see if it was as silky as I remembered. Seven years ago, she’d been short and slim and shy. In the bookstore, she’d tilted her head back and her golden eyes had burned with determination as she’d gazed up at me. I’d grown heated at the mere sight of her.The Samantha of seven years ago would never have spoken to me like she had today, though. She’d been harsh and blunt, and clearly not intimidated by me at all. Most people I encountered were borderline terrified of me. I preferred that. It made dealing with people easier.I reached the driveway of my old house,

SamanthaMoonlight stream edoverus,illuminating the sinewy muscles beneath Ryan’s skin. He was magnificent as he moved over me. I clung to him and arched my back as he drove into me again and again. I moaned, my head thrashing along the mossy ground. It felt so incredible to have his body pressed tight to mine.“Sam,” he murmured into my ear. “You’re so perfect. You were made for me.”His words were nearly as stimulating as his flexing hips, and I purred in approval. He was going to make me come like this. Make me fall apart in his arms all over again.Wait…again?I frowned, confused.What was happening? When had Ryan and I…?This wasn’t our first night together, was it?No, that had been the night of my birthday, seven years ago.“Don’t get distracted,” Ryan gently ordered me, pulling me from my wandering thoughts. He was looking down at me, grinning softly. “Focus on me, baby. Only me.”As if to emphasize his point, he flexed his hips, touching me deep inside. I cried out, right on

Ryan“Things seem quieter, sir. No one has seen or heard from Bill since you left the city.”I let out a sigh of relief, glad for some good news for once. I was sitting in my study, talking on the phone with my head of security, Marcus, back in New York.“Thank God. Maybe that means I was right in thinking he’d back off if I was gone. If he’s got no target to go after, he has no motivation to continue his harassment.”“It appears that way, sir,” Marcus replied. “We’ll, of course, keep an eye out, and if we receive any hint that he’s active again, I’ll contact you immediately.”“Thank you, Marcus. Yeah, keep me posted.”Hanging up the call, I sank back into my chair and turned my gaze up to the ceiling.If Bill was no longer a problem, that was one less thing for me to have to think about and stress over.Reaching up, I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting back a headache that threatened to overtake me.Suddenly, the house’s doorbell rang, shattering the quiet that had settled aroun

RyanI wasn’t certain if I should even go to my tux fitting, as there was a good chance that I was no longer Jason’s best man, but on the off chance he forgave me enough to keep me in the wedding, I drove downtown to the rental shop.It wasn’t until I’d parked that I realized the tux shop was right across the street from Sam’s bookstore. That wasn’t the most surprising thing waiting for me, though.Jason stood on the sidewalk, hands in his pockets, glowering at me as I got out of my car.“We need to talk,” he said.I just stopped myself from rolling my eyes. How many times had I heard that phrase since arriving in town?“What is it?” I asked, moving to stand in front of him. “Come to tell me you’re kicking me out of your wedding?”He clenched his teeth, and I couldn’t decide if he wanted to actually talk to me or just punch me in the face and get it over with.“I should kick you out,” he snapped at length. “I should tell you I never want to see you again, but that’s harder to actually

She had to be the most stubborn, most infuriating woman I’d ever met.It was early evening, and I was still stewing from my encounter with her earlier that day at the bookshop.I paced through my house, a glass of bourbon in my hand that I’d been nursing for nearly half an hour at that point.I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation, or the fact that I’d almost kissed her again.She’d have let me if we hadn’t been interrupted. I’d seen it in her eyes. There’d been blatant desire and want swimming in her gaze.I knew it was a bad idea for us to become entangled with each other at all, yet with each encounter we had, I seemed to grow more and more obsessed with her.I couldn’t seem to stay away from her.Along with my growing desire and fascination with Sam was irritation and frustration that she had refused my offer to help her buy the bookshop.She’d dismissed my assistance so easily that it actually had pricked my pride.Whatever the cost of the shop would be barely a dip in t