Page 28 of Next Door Billionaire's Surprise Baby

She agrees right away, “I’ll come.”

“You didn’t tell me we were having dinner here!” she waves her hand at the building in front of us. It’s a two-story building painted stark white and looks very expensive.

I personally don’t have any problem as it’s my regular dining spot. “What about it?” I ask.

She turns to me, eyes comically wide, “Did you just ask me that? It’s a five-star restaurant!” she gestures down to herself, “I’m not dressed for this restaurant.”

I start to unbuckle my seatbelt, chuckling, “You look perfect, Chloe.”

She watches me reach over to unbuckle her seatbelt in horror and twists the rearview mirror to look at herself. She begins fixing her hair and clothes in a hurry, huffing,

“You men don’t think much. If I get kicked out from the restaurant for not looking proper enough, just know it’s your fault.”

Fast forward to ten minutes later, she’s confidently admiring the interior of the restaurant with a small smile.

“I’ll have the salmon filets.”

The waiter jots down Chloe’s order as well as mine before leaving. I watch Chole seated on the other end of the table across from me and note how relaxed she now looks.

It’s certainly a far cry from the version of her who was panicking when we first arrived at the parking lot.

“Your friend owns this place?” She questions, shaking her head as she glances back at me. I love the calm excitement in her eyes. “I always forget how wealthy you are.”

Sipping the wine in my hands, I sigh, “When you put it like that… I forget how wealthy I am sometimes, too. I look at super expensive items and wonder where on earth I’m going to get the money from, but then I take out my black card to pay, and I’m like…oh.”

Chloe’s shoulders shake with laughter. “Well, if I were a billionaire, I would never look at a price tag again,” she remarks, picking up her own wine glass and taking a huge sip.

“Wait until you find out how much a penthouse in downtown costs.”

Our food arrives a second later, and as the waiter places the plates and bowls on the table, Chloe’s eyes catch the special order I made for her ahead of time. She reaches for the single portion cake covered in blush pink cream and with the words ‘I’m sorry’ beautifully written on it with dark chocolate.

She bites her lip as she peeks up at me, “Um…You forgot to add the reason.”

Her cheeks are dusted an adorable red shade, and I reach out to cup one, smirking, “Let it remain between us.”

She nods and says, “I’ll start my dinner with this special dessert today.” She brings the cake to her mouth, and as she bites into it and closes her eyes, she lets out a moan that has my pants tightening. Her lips are coated in blush pink cream, and I can’t resist swiping a finger over them to gather the cream together and push it into her mouth.

The warmth inside of her mouth hits my fingertip and sends pleasurable shivers down my spine. I wish it were my mouth instead of my finger, tasting and licking the cream as I slip my tongue into her mouth.

My growing erection pulses even harder at the thought.

Chloe blushes, and for a split moment, she sucks on my finger before pulling her face away and saying, “Thank you.”

I’m completely mesmerized, and I’m pretty sure the entire restaurant can see it on my face. Even better, because everyone should know she's mine.

I pull back my hand and blink, looking away from her for a second to regain my bearings. I start to dig into my food and go back to talking.

“How are you finding work at K-Synch so far?”

She mirrors my action and takes a bite of her filets, sighing, “It’s been great. I love how everyone is so cooperative and friendly.” She sends a shy but proud grin my way, “You did a great job putting the team together and growing your company.”

I swallow and smile back at her, my mind traveling through all the years I spent for my company, “It’s been quite the ride, you know? And it’s so beautiful seeing years of hard work turn into what it is today.”

“It is,” she agrees, looking thoughtful all of a sudden, “Honestly, I understand why you were rarely back in our hometown.”

That.

A sigh leaves my chest, and I place my fork down. I’ve never had this conversation with anyone, not even my mom. Everyone just assumes I’m busy, but it’s more than that. And I don’t know why, but there’s something about Chloe that makes me feel safe to share.

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