Page 2 of The Billionaire's Secret

I turn to see my car waiting for me in the driveway. The valet holds out the keys for me, and I take them from him.

"It'll be just a second."

I look at the restaurant, trying to see Winston’s mom. Where is she? She should be here by now.

Walking back into the restaurant, I go straight to the restrooms.

Anya passes by me, her eyes lingering on the baby in my arms.

"Anya, could you . . .?"

She laughs, shaking her head. "This isn't happening! You finally got some poor woman knocked up, and now you want my help? Go fuck yourself, Kevin."

Some heads turn in our direction while she walks away laughing.

Fuck! That's the last thing I need, for the world to think that I have a baby.

A waitress walks by me, smiling when she sees Winston in my arms.

"Excuse me?"

She stops in front of me.

"His mom told me she was coming inside to use the restroom. Can you please check if everything is okay?"

"Of course."

I watch while she walks into the restroom.

"Sorry, buddy, but you have to go back to your mom," I whisper into Winston's ear.

The waitress returns with a concerned look on her face that makes my heart shrink as I think about all the things that might have happened to this woman.

"I'm sorry, but there's no one in there."

Winston stirs in my arms, as he wakes, crying. I feel the eyes of every person in this damn restaurant in me while I try to calm him down.

Suddenly, the realization of what just happened hits me.

"You need to call the police," I tell the waitress. "Someone just abandoned their baby with me."

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Chapter 1

Diana

I groan as the woman hits me with her finger in the chest again. Fuck, all I want is to grab her finger and twist it until it's broken.

Instead, I grab her hand, trying to be gentle, while stepping away from her, breaking the physical contact.

"Don't you fucking touch me!" she screams, pulling her hand away from mine.

I bite my lip, trying to be quiet. I can't get fired. I need this job to help me pay for nursing school. That's why I'm dealing with her bullshit.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but we don't have those anymore," I explain again.

She walks to the shelf to our right and starts throwing all the packaged goods on the floor. "You had them last week!"

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