All Chapters of Secret Baby For The Cold-Hearted Billonaire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Blair POVRonnell was true to his word. The day after my breakdown, he handled my salary issue, and I felt like an absolute idiot for not addressing it sooner.Not only did I get a significant pay raise, but he also deposited months of back pay that he insisted I was owed.The number of zeros on my bank account was staggering. It was probably more than I deserved, but I wasn’t about to complain. As if that wasn’t generous enough, he’d hooked me up with a mortgage broker in less than a week and agreed to be my cosigner. How he managed to pull that off so fast was beyond me. It was classic Ronnell Roman charm—smooth and efficient.With the raise and lower mortgage payment came the realisation that I could still afford a nanny for Nathan. Once I had permission from Ronnell to use his home, I would set up an interview next week. Other then brief conversations about mortgages, nannies, groceries, and shaky Roy, along with notes every day, Ronnell and I kept our distance. I was perhaps fl

Blair POVBut before I could get to the door, sharp cries from the baby monitor stopped me in my track. Ronnell swept the monitor off the table, checking the screen. “Nathan is awake and seemed pissed off.” He said going towards the stairs in a quick rush, like he couldn't get to him quickly enough if he didn't run. “I will get him while you let the nanny in.” “Okay, thank you.” My heart did a funny thing at the sight of Ronnell Roman bounding up the stairs to collect my son. With no time to decipher what the twister inside my chest meant, I hurried to the door. A broad man with soft eyes and flop hair stood on the other side. His smile held all the warmth Trina didn't have. “Hello, you must be Peter.” He offered his hand. “I am indeed Peter. You are Miss Blair Damien, correct?” His big hand engulfed mine as we shook. “Please, come in. And call me just Blair.” I waved around the grand entry. “Nathan and I are staying here temporarily. It's okay to ooh and ahh---i did all that th

BLAIR POVThe week had flown by in a blur, Ronnell keeping me busier than usual. I suspected he was trying to distract me from missing Nathan.Or maybe he was just as paranoid as I thought, watching the cameras obsessively too. Either way, it was clear he was on edge about having a stranger in his home."Has Greg shown up again?" I asked as we headed to Cameron Building.Ronnell nodded. "A couple of times. Security always turns him away." He paused. "If he's smart, he'll retire to Greece and enjoy what's left of his money."I shook my head. "I'll never understand his obsession with more money. He's risking everything he's built. Eighty-four years. It's pure greed and selfishness."“Do you know what, Blair? It's not always greed and ambition that drives wealthy men to get richer.” “Then what?” I questioned.His jaw rippled. “Not every rich man started off that way.”Ronnell Roman was one of them. The information available to the entire public about his background was vague, but I had

BLAIR POVRonnell was quiet on the way back to the office. He worked on his tablet the whole entire time, poking at the screen with more force than necessary. The rest of the day, my stomach was sour with worry. I knew this wall of his so well. He could put it up and take it down at his own free will. I had been on the inside of it the past few weeks, and now, being on the outside…it was a harsh slap in the face. I had to remember this, just because we were growing comfortable with each other didn't mean he wouldn't turn back to a python when I made a mistake. And I knew I would.Because I was me, and that was what I did.Throughout the rest of the day was disastrous, and sleeping through the night was a little hard.The weekend came already, and I padded downstairs with Nathan. We had been laying in snuggling in my bed after we both woke up, he was nursing like a maniac and I kept soaking up every bit of him I had missed all week at work. Right now, I was starving and he was chil

BLAIR POVHana slipped a pair of wide-leg palazzo trousers and a stylish, floral-print short sleeve on me. They fit like a glove, and Hana beamed with satisfaction, hands clasped under her chin.“This is so perfect! Mr. Roman would definitely love this,” she gushed, rushing towards the curtain.“I doubt Ronnell will have an opinion," I muttered."Of course he will. He asked for me to have you show him everything." She yanked the curtain aside, gesturing for me to follow. Reluctantly, I obeyed.Ronnell was lounging on the couch, gently rocking the stroller. His eyes lifted from Nathan to meet mine."I'm told that you need to approve my clothing," I said calmly.“I asked to see them and not approve of them,” he responded, scanning me from head to toe, but his expression was so inscrutable that I had no idea what his opinion was. “Do you like this?” “I think so.” I spun around to look at myself in the wall mirrors, trying to focus on the clothes, while not being critical of my wild hair