Page 25 of Next Door Billionaire's Surprise Baby

His eyebrows shoot up, and his mouth forms an O shape. He peeks up at me, “You were right then. There’s nothing wrong with what the project team created.”

I give him my best ‘what did you think?’ glare and turn around to strut off. Quicker than lightning, he grabs my elbow and holds me in place.

“Chloe?” His voice carries his surprise.

My blood is rushing to my face, and I’m aware that my face is turning red in anger. The pulsing in my pants increases to a terrifying tempo to the point where something is going to happen if I don’t leave now. And I certainly don’t want to be left there hanging like yesterday.

I twist my arm out of his grip and practically run to the door, slamming it loudly behind me.

Eric is pacing the length of the hallway, and when he hears me come out, he rushes over to me.

“What did he say?”

I continue walking briskly, not once pausing until I’m back in the safety of my office. Only then do I reply, “He said I was right.”

Eric’s eyes widen with urgency, “And?”

Walking around the desk, I sink back into the warmth of my chair. “Just that,” I answer with a tone of voice much calmer than how I actually feel on the inside.

Eric goes back to his office a while later, leaving me to stew in my thoughts that are very risqué.

I’m in real trouble. Another day has passed with my desires still burning hot, and I swear I’m this close to snapping.

This morning, I tried to find relief by pleasuring myself, but it only served to make things worse. Not even the ice-cold shower could help me after that.

Today, I’m going to do my best to avoid Kane. I’m at the point where I could jump him in front of everyone, and I don’t care. In order to cross out any chances of bumping into Kane, I decide to stay with my software engineering team all day today. It turns out to be the perfect solution because being around the project team members distracts me enough to focus on my tasks.

Lucy and I are working together to develop the new features, and the guys are having some casual conversations. I occasionally hear my name but ignore it until Kane’s name is also mentioned. Only then do I listen.

“I think he likes Chloe. More than being friends or colleagues.”

“That’s bullshit, man. Kane isn’t the type to like anyone that way. Not to mention his own employee.”

“It’s true, Luke. The company policy states that no romantic relationships among colleagues. The boss doesn’t want to break his own rules.”

Luke insists, “Forget the rules, man. Do you see the way he lets everything she does slide? Any other person would have been fired at the first mistake.”

I’m tempted to pitch in and deflect his point, but I would come across as defensive. Besides, all everyone does is talk anyway. They have zero proof of the relationship Kane and I have, and it’s going to remain that way.

I turn back to my computer to focus on my work.

"Bye, guys."

Waving to the remaining software engineers still in their seats, I walk out the door and across the hallway to get to the elevator. I scroll through my phone as I wait for the elevator to come to this floor, contemplating whether or not to call Fiona to come pick me up.

I dropped my car off at the auto repair shop and took an Uber to work from the shop this morning. I may have to take a bus home, but it’s been a while since I used public transportation in college.

The elevator button glows green, signaling it’s here. When the elevator doors slide open, I’m greeted by the one person I’ve tried so hard to avoid all day today.

He’s staring blankly at me, and for a second, I thought of pretending I’ve forgotten something and turning around, but of course, my pride wouldn’t let me do that, so I find myself walking into the elevator.

We descend to the lobby in awkward silence.

He’s watching me as if he forgot about me and doesn’t know who I am. We arrive at the ground floor, and the moment the elevator doors slide open, I dash out of there.

With his long strides, he’s not far behind as we make our way out of the building to the parking lot. Half of the vehicles are gone already, and I see his sleek Mercedes in the reserved spot next to the motorcycle parking spots. His car looks like it costs more than a house.

I start walking to the curb, aware of his gaze on my back. When I’m halfway across, he calls out,

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