Page 79 of Mister Stark

It was a celebration for my babies.

Dylan had made the arrangements because he was a proud dad to be and he wanted us all to celebrate our family. It was getting bigger, and he decided a celebratory dinner was in order. Just myself, him, and his father. All a family unit, together to ring in our pregnancy.

It was the first time l’d been close to Daxon since we received the result of the paternity test. He had kept his distance, but remained close. He’d watch and react from the sidelines. But he never interfered even though he knew these babies were his.

His icy haughty demeanor was back, and he’d built up those walls. I hated every minute, but if this was how he wanted to deal with it. Then that was on him. My babies were with me. I had a pregnancy to get through, and I certainly didn’t have the energy to babysit him. I didn’t have time to question his choice. It was done, and it had to stay this way. It was the best for him, the company, and Dylan’s secret.

Dylan being my babies’ father was the best outcome for everyone. I had to continue telling myself that because deep down; it felt like I was drowning. We sank deeper into all the lies and scandal of it all. I couldn’t catch my breath as it all consumed me whole, and I felt like I’d never be the same.

Dylan was gay. I had an affair with his father. And I was pregnant with Daxon’s twins.

What more could go wrong?

The walk was a short one to the fancy restaurant of Dylan’s choosing and the brightly lit sign shined down on the sidewalk. My heels clicked along the pavement as I came along the side of the building and Dylan touched my side. He loved to put up the image of a true gentleman in case there were any cameras nearby. Daddy had taught him well.

He held the door for me, and we made our way inside. I set foot into the main area and Daxon was there. His brawny figure stood out and stole my breath away from his handsome good looks. He slightly tilted his head to the side and his eyes roamed down the front of my dress. He gave his lower lip a quick bite and pressed his lips together. The way he looked at me made me sizzle, and I felt like the sexiest woman alive.

“Hello, daddy dearest.” I teased as I looked around and raised an eyebrow at him. “You didn’t bring a date this time?”

He huffed. “There was no need.”

I squared him up, and my mind reeled. No date for daddy meant he was through with making me jealous. I pondered what his next move would be, but maybe there wasn’t one any longer. Now that I was pregnant with his children. Deep down, I was truly and utterly his.

“I would rather that, since this is a family celebration.” Dylan admitted as he rubbed my belly and beamed proudly.

Daxon’s gaze landed on the gesture and only I could tell he didn’t like it. I knew it should be him who did this and not his son, but this was what he wanted. He wanted our affair to stay hidden and Dylan to carry on as the father. He wanted to pose no risk to his business, and Dylan wanted to stay in the closet. It was a win for all, but it sure as hell didn’t look like it.

Daxon tore his eyes from my stomach and cleared his throat. “Shall we begin?”

“Yes, we should.” I nodded and didn’t hesitate with the change of pace.

Daxon led the way towards a high-top seated table with fancy fabric grey colored chairs. They had bigger legs on them to match the height of the table. It was perfect for my bigger belly and much better than a lower seat.

“I thought this would suit you much better.” Daxon said as he referred to the babies and pulled out my seat.

“It definitely does.” I breathed as I sat in my seat and he tucked in my chair. “Thank you, daddy.”

He was so close his face touched my hair and I heard him breathe in the smell of me. It made me shudder at the thought of what I do to him, and he touched my shoulder. I glanced up at him and his eyes shone at me with desire. It was a simple gesture that appeared innocent, but it was bad as hell. He and I both knew what his touch did to me. It set me on fire with a flame that flickered only for him.

“So, what’s on the menu for this evening?” Dylan muttered from beside me as he opened his menu and didn’t notice a thing.

I touched Daxon’s hand and pushed it away. If I didn’t, I was afraid he wouldn’t let go. His need to be close to me was so strong I could taste it, but we couldn’t afford to slip up. We were in public where anyone could notice and Dylan might catch on. We couldn’t risk it, and my eyes flickered at him with warning as he rounded the table and took his seat on the other side.

The server came around and we ordered our drinks. I got a tall glass of orange juice with pulp and the men received their finest bottle of red wine. It was a celebration after all, even though I couldn’t drink.

“So, Celeste and I have been talking...” Dylan said as he opened the wine bottle and poured his father a glass. “We’ve been discussing the children’s future and school options.”

“And?” Daxon asked as he raised the wineglass to his mouth and took a sip of the red liquid.

“We want our children to attend a normal public school in the city.” Dylan announced with happiness.

Daxon choked on his drink and barked an order. “No, absolutely not. It should be a private school. They need to be educated in a strict environment and learn from the best because one of them will take over the business one day.”

“What’s wrong with a public school?” I asked in frustration.

“It lacks the proper education.” Daxon replied.

“Well, I beg to differ.” I argued and crossed my arms in front of me. “I think nothing is wrong with a public school and we can find the best one to send them to.”

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