All Chapters of My Billionaire Baby Daddy Wants Me Back: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rex“Do I really have to be business casual?” I ask, staring at the sports coat in Isabella’s hand.We’re at the Ocotillo Valley Mall. Yep, a real, honest-to-goodness mall. Didn’t know these things still existed quite like this one. There’s a food court, a Spencer’s and a whole jungle gym for kids to trade germs back and forth.Just like the good old days.Of course, we’re not doing anything fun at the mall, just sorting through suit jackets that I know are all going to be just a little too short on my torso and show too much of my wrist.“Yes.”“You know, we’re not going to fool anyone with the whole ‘business dad’ thing…” I say, clocking some teen girls hiding with their phones out across the store from us. I’ve tried my best to blend in with a baseball cap and a simple black tee, but apparently, I didn't do enough to hide my rockstar vibe.“I’m not trying to fool anyone,” Isabella says. “You’re his dad. And you take his education seriously. I don’t go to meetings in scrubs. I dress

The headmistress puts on a pair of tiny, wire-framed glasses and pulls out a notepad.And thus begins the interview."So, Dr. Delgado. You're a doctor of –""I'm an emergency room doctor," I say softer than I mean to.The headmistress hums. "That must be difficult."I shrug. "I'm used to it.""Don't be so modest, Isabella," Rex says, taking my left hand in his right, stroking his thumb across the rings.Okay, now he's laying it on a little thick."And what about you, Mr. Redford?"I smile at Rex thinking, See? She isn't a fan."Um, well, I'm a musician actually.""A musician! What kind? Classical."Rex half-laughs, glances my way for some help.Nope. All you, buddy."Rock music, actually."Headmistress Rockwell's head bounces backward, her lips pursed like she's just taken a full bite of a lemon. "Rock music?""Rex is actually very successful in the music industry.""I see..." The headmistress jots something down on her notepad.Rex squeezes my hand harder. I needed that. My nerves ar

IsabellaWe make it out of town and to the spot while the sun is still clinging to the sky. Soon it will dip completely below the horizon and there will be a chill in the air before we know it. Luckily, I keep blankets and sweatshirts in the back of the car as part of an emergency kit in case the car should breakdown… in the tundra, I guess.It never hurts to be prepared, especially with a child in the mix.Anyway, we follow the same routine we did five years ago. Park on the gravel shoulder meant for people having car trouble and take the short walk out to the rocky outcropping that makes a half-moon shape, offering an unusual cage of privacy.As a teen, my friends and I would come camping out here. It’s not a legal campground which is why the rocks are so helpful for concealment for building tents, tending fires…And other activities.Rex follows me, just as he did five years ago. A California boy, but not a desert boy. He was freaked out by the lack of streetlamps and the distant c

I squeal in laughter beneath him, but the laugh turns into another moan when he pushes the ridge of his cock into my groin."Feel me?" he whispers against my mouth."Yes, but want – I want more," I say between kisses.Rex sighs. "Fuck, yes."He retreats onto his heels and hurries to undo his belt. He's shaking.I understand. I'm shaking too. The adrenaline is coursing through our bodies. How many times do you get to have something you never thought you'd have again?I'm getting déjà vu as he works his pants down his thighs, except not at the same time. I've been beneath Rex Redford with the stars as our roof before, but now we're older. Both our bodies have changed. And he's not wearing his usual T-shirt and slouchy jeans, the ones I remember well. He's wearing a suit I picked out for him to pretend to be my husband.My heart swells with adoration. I push myself up onto my elbows and crane my neck up, lips begging for a kiss.When Rex sees me, the seriousness splits with a smile. "Hey

"You listening to me?!" Mickey yelps, nearly blowing out my eardrum."Christ, Mick, what –""You fucking got married?!"I stare at the ceiling. "What?""There are pictures coming out of whatever bumfuck town you're in," Mickey says. "I've been able to head a few off at the pass, but some news outlets have already started publishing stuff. And God, the fucking TikToks.""TikToks?"Mickey sighs. "Of you and some woman shopping? At a jewelry counter? In a mall??? For fuck's sake, Rex, you can at least get the woman a nice ring, not any of that every 'kiss begins with Kay' shit."I sit up. "I don't..." I rub my face. "Aw, fuck.""Yeah, stop playing dumb. There's photo evidence. People have been on high alert since your accident. Do you have amnesia or something? You do remember you're in the public eye, right?"Not amnesia. But horniness does make you stupider. "Yeah, of course I do..." I want to turn into a billion grains of sand and disappear. "What are the pictures of?""You were at a