Page 10 of The Billionaire's Secret

Diana looks at me while she's feeding Winston, and gives me a soft smile. My heart shrinks, and I realize that I can't be around her anymore.

Taking a step closer to her, I hold out my hand to her.

She looks at me, confused and surprised, and I almost regret what I'm about to do.

This is for the best, I try to convince myself.

"Thanks for coming," I tell her in a harsh tone. "I can take care of that now."

The pain in her eyes is too much for me to face, and I look around. Clare is staring at me with a surprised expression.

Diana looks at Winston, her eyes full of tears, again. What's happening? Why does she look so emotional when she's around him? Does she have a kid, and something happened to him? Does she want to be a mom, but can't?

I want to ask all that, but I know I can't.

Standing, Diana kisses Winston's forehead and whispers something in his ear, before letting me have him again. "Thanks for having me here," she says with a pained expression before turning away and leaving the living room.

My heart shrinks at the thought of me causing her any pain, and I glance at Clare. She's looking at me with a concerned expression. "You should probably try to talk to her," she whispers.

Leaving Winston with her, I follow after Diana, finding her outside my apartment, waiting for the elevator. The door opens and she enters the small space.

I see her brushing a tear with her fingertips, and without a second thought, I run to get into that elevator with her. The doors are about to close when I reach them, but I manage to hold the door open and step inside.

She looks at me confused and surprised, stepping away, until her back hits a wall.

I take a step closer to her, shoving my hands in my pockets to control the sudden desire to run my fingers through her air.

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Are you okay?" I ask. "You don't look okay. Why were you crying when you held Winston?"

Diana looks me in the eye defiantly.

"That's none of your business," she says with a serious expression.

Her words take me by surprise. I don't remember the last time someone talked to me like that. Taking a step closer to her, I rest my hands on the wall behind her, at each side of her head, caging her with my body.

She looks at me without hesitation, and my cock reacts to her closeness again.

"I asked you a question."

She gives me a fake smile. "And I already replied. Now get the fuck out of my way."

She tilts her head up, refusing to look away.

Her attitude does something to me, and before I can't think about all the reasons why I shouldn't be doing this, I lean forward until our lips are just a couple of inches away.

She holds her breath, as I brush my lips to hers, gently.

Diana's hands reach for me, moving to my shoulders and pulling me into her.

Our lips press together completely, and I kiss her passionately.

She kisses me back, moaning when I lift her, pressing her between the wall and my body.

My cock presses the right spot between her legs, and she moans against my lips. My tongue dances with hers, exploring and inviting while her hands caress my shoulders, neck, and arms.

The need to be inside her takes over me, completely, as I press harder against her. My hand moves down to her legs, wrapped around my waist, and I caress her soft skin, my hand traveling up under her dress.

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