All Chapters of The Billionaire's Secret Baby : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Do you have any family?” I said.Alex thought about it.“A couple of uncles,” he said. “They’re out in California. We don’t talk much. A few years ago, one of them wrote me asking for money.”“What did you say?”“I sent him a check for a million dollars and told him either he could cash it, or contact me again. But not both.”“What?”“None of them ever cared about me when I was poor,” said Alex. “Why should they care about me now that I’m rich?”He had a point. But when Alex showed me into his room, I was amazed.It was like a whole other apartment. A private TV room, with a home entertainment system was on the ground floor. A staircase led up to an enormous bedroom, with wide oak rafter and beams. Alex’s bed was the biggest I’d ever seen, and when I got to the bathroom, I squealed.“Gold taps!” I gasped. “Gold. Taps.”“What about ‘em?” said Alex. “I hate them myself, but for some reason, the decorator insisted.”“We, uh,” I said, “we have this joke at work. That you’re so rich you h

I closed my eyes and tried not to think about the past. But the past has a funny habit of catching up to you. Lola Ryder proved that.Lola. The sound of her name stirred up something inside of me, a sweet and wonderful feeling. As I walked around the block, it was a warm day. Spring was just around the corner, but it didn’t feel like that. Where was she now? Probably at home, with her kid, Macy. The little girl with the blue eyes.I hadn’t asked Lola about the father of her child—it wasn’t my place, and I got the feeling she wasn’t going to tell me anyway. But when she did, I was ready to hear.I wanted to get close to her, wanted to get close to Macy. But we hadn’t called or spoken much since that night in the hotel. Besides, I was too wrapped up in my thoughts right now to consider what I might do.I felt a strange tug of emotion inside me. She was beautiful, kind, and never gave up on me. Lola Ryder, always there when you least expected her. Always smiling, always cheering me up wh

From here, you could see all the way across the bay. On the far left, I could see Jersey City, and Staten Island in the distance. To the right, I could see the tall, gleaming spires of Manhattan and the Brooklyn Bridge, as its arches reached up into the sky. It was a bright day, and Alex produced a pair of sunglasses from the glovebox for me.“Why, thank you,” I said, charmed by his thoughtfulness. I put the glasses on, and the white glare on the water receded a little. Alex was at the other end of the boat, and I watched as he bent low, his powerful back arching as he stood up quickly, pulling a cord.There was a splutter and a rumble, and then the boat’s engine flared into life. He strode confidently over to the pilot’s seat, next to me, and I watched him angle the wheel away, skillfully maneuvering us out of the bay.“Since when do you know how to drive a boat?” I said. Even at this low speed, the wind was already whipping my hair.“I know how to do a lot of things,” said Alex, and

AlexIt was the second time I’d chased Lola through the streets of Manhattan. And this time, I’d very nearly lost her.I was standing on the corner of 54thand 7th, wondering where she’d got to, when I finally saw her, zig zagging on the pavement up towards Central Park.I followed her at a distance into the Park. It wasn’t dark yet, so I knew she’d be safe. But I couldn’t just leave her like this. I knew that whatever my question had triggered, it was important. And if I didn’t explain to her now, there might not be another chance.When I finally caught up to her, she was sitting on a park bench, under a crowd of apple trees, staring down the rolling fields and meadows of Central Park. It was a warm evening, and I could see pollen floating through the air.“I think I need to explain myself,” I said, as I approached her and sat down.“You’re damn right you do,” snapped Lola. “What do you think I am? A wife-for-hire?”“No,” I said, quickly. “I told you. If anything happens to me, then I

Lola“Dearly beloved,”said the priest. “We are gathered here today…”For a crock of lies, I thought to myself.The last three weeks had been a grueling escapade of planning. Hundreds and hundreds of decisions, which had to be made, decisions that people spent years making.The first and most important decision of all. Who should we tell? Zeke was the only person who knew. He looked at me the next day, with a guilty expression.“Hey,” he said, while I glared at him, a wide smile bursting onto my lips. “It’s a good excuse for a party?”“Where are we going to have it?” I said.“Why, here of course.”“What? AtThe Blue Orchid? What good’s a wedding party if you can’t drink?”“Private event,” said Zeke, with a wink. “And I hear they’ve got an excellent cellar here.”When I saw the wine menu, I was flabbergasted. I ran up to the office to talk to Alex.“You’ve ordered fifty bottles of champagne!”“Well, it is my wedding,” said Alex. “Besides, we’ll need them for the fountain!”“The fountain?