All Chapters of My Billionaire Baby Daddy Wants Me Back: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I grabbed my purse and coat off the table behind the door. He held his arm out for me, but I ignored it and raced down the stairs ahead of him. When I saw the uniformed driver parked next to Taylor's front lawn, I paused."We can walk," Bernard offered, with a quick nod in the driver's direction. "Johnathan, why don't you take a break? I'll call you when I'm done.""Of course, Mr. Shaw."In silence, we settled into a slow walk, with the sun beating down on our backs and the smell of freesias lingering in the air. A few blocks away, the houses gave way to a sprawling complex with a mall, an outdoor cinema, and a few cafes with tables set up on the sidewalks. I made a beeline for the empty one in the corner,with Bernard hot on my heels. He pulled out a chair for me and waited till I was seated before taking the chair opposite me.After we ordered some drinks and appetizers, I sat back and linked my fingers together over the table. "So, what did you want to talk about?"Bernard folded hi

I paused and reached for my drink. With a frown, I stared at Taylor, a woman I'd known since high school, and tried to determine what to tell her. Having opened her home and heart to us, the last thing I wanted was to insult or offend her in any way. However, there was also no denying that Taylor had no idea what she was talking about.She didn't know what it was like to make mistakes.Or lose control for one night.As far as Taylor was concerned, there were rules for a reason, and coloring inside the lines all of her life had gotten her the life she wanted. She had a beautiful house in the suburbs, a job she loved, and the kind of financial stability most people craved. Although Taylor was generous and had not hesitated when I needed her, I knew she was never going to understand what it was like for me.Being forced to jump from one job to the next.Never being given a chance to prove myself.I didn't regret having Ron, and I was never going to.Yet, now and then, I found myself wond

Rachel“I haven’t told, Ron,” I whispered into his ear. “I haven’t figured out how to tell him.”Bernard stirred and drew back to look at me. “We can tell him together when you’re comfortable and when you feel like it’s the right time.”I paused. “You’re really willing to wait?”“I’ve waited for five years. I can wait a little longer.”My heart pounded against my ears as I reached between us and cupped his face in my hands. “I can’t believe you left me a note.”Bernard gave me a soft smile. “Of course I did. I haven’t forgotten our night together, Rachel. How could I?”“I’m sorry I couldn’t find you.”Bernard shook his head and leaned into my touch. “There’s nothing to apologize for. The important thing is we found each other.”I cleared my throat and tried to pull back.But I couldn’t.Being with him again was bringing back all sorts of feelings, ones I’d tried to bury for the past five years and forget. Standing in front of him again, after all this time, was bringing them all to th

I waved her comment away. "I'll be there."Rachel nodded, mostly to herself. "I'm glad. I'm sure Ron will appreciate it someday.""I hope so. Thanks for asking me,"Rachel shifted and turned her back on me. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up. In silence, I watched her search for her clothes while I admired her naked form parading around my room. Eventually, I stood up and helped her look under the bed, where we found her shirt. Her jeans were tossed over the back of my desk chair. Rachel grinned and waved her bra and underwear around when she found them in the doorway to the bathroom.Her smile vanished as she turned around to get dressed. "I wish I didn't have to leave, but I've never spent the night away from Ron."I pulled on my own clothes and cleared my throat. "Of course, I understand. It's too soon."Rachel tossed her hair over her shoulders and spun around to face me. "What are you doing?""I'm getting dressed too, so I can drop you off."Rachel tilted he

Rachel“We need to hang out tonight,” Taylor said in between puffs. “I hardly ever see you anymore since you’ve moved out.”“You come over every other day,” I reminded her. I set the phone down on the nightstand and set it to speaker. Then I unfolded the sheet and spread it over the bed. When I climbed onto the bed to smooth out the wrinkles, I imagined Bernard there, with a hungry look in his eyes, and blushed.I loved spending a few hours in his bed while Ron dozed off in the guest room.Every night, it got harder and harder to scoop Ron up into my arms and make my way down the dark hallway. And each morning, when I saw Bernard in our kitchen, bent over the stove or leaning over the counter while he checked his emails, my heart gave an odd little lurch.Months later, I still couldn’t get over the fact that he was in our lives.It still felt like a dream I’d landed in the middle of.And never wanted to wake up from.The three of us had fallen into a routine where we had breakfast in