Page 57 of Next Door Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Tim struggles to twist free, baring his teeth and showing no remorse for what he just did, “Oh yeah? Then fucking do it.”

Their breaths come out in harsh spurts as they grapple for a while. Finally, Tim gives up and sags in his brother’s hold, but his words still retain their venom, “I’ll never forgive you for this. Ever.”

Tim twists again, and this time, Kane releases him. He stumbles back, adjusting his clothes and leveling his brother one last glare before storming out the door.

I stand frozen, embracing myself with my arms, and I try to make sense of what just happened.

Kane lets out a heavy sigh before turning around to face me. My eyes zone in on the swollen, red skin of his jaw where Tim punched him. Before I know it, I rush over to him and begin fussing.

“Oh my God. Are you okay?”

He nods, lifting his face out of my reach, “I’m fine.” He cups the sides of my face, “I’m more worried about you. It’s your birthday, and we’re supposed to be celebrating, not getting in a fight with Tim.”

“I don’t care about that right now,” I relay to him, fear gripping me at this new turn of events, "What if he goes to HR to report us? I'm going to be in so much trouble."

Kane pulls me closer and touches his forehead to mine, “Nothing’s going to happen. I’ll do anything I can to make sure of that. I’ll amend the rules if necessary.”

My head bobs, and I whisper,” I believe you.”

“And I love you,” he takes a breath before connecting our lips together one more time.

I lift my arms away from my sides to get a clear visual of how the dress fits on my body. It’s a black silk halter dress that hugs every curve as it flows down to stop below my knee. The modest length is offset by the bare arms and exposed back.

A slow clap sounds from behind me, and through the mirror, I see Kane strolling towards me. He hugs me from behind, his hands holding my slim waist and his head nestling into the crook of my neck. He stares at me through the mirror, and I blush in response to the admiration I see in his eyes.

My boyfriend.

“I don’t know what to say,” he airs, kissing the underside of my jaw, “You’re way too beautiful to measure.”

He has a way with words…

“Will you tell me the surprise now?” I ask, trying to get a hint of where we’re going, at least.

After the truly gruesome day at the office, Kame tells me to get ready for a surprise birthday treat later in the evening. I’ve been following him around, trying to squeeze out an answer from him, but he takes the word ‘surprise’ very seriously.

As expected, he shakes his head, “Nope. But hey, you’re all dressed up now. It’s time to go.”

We head downstairs arm in arm, and I’m surprised to see Cooper coming out of the kitchen with yet another cake. This has to be the fifth cake he’s baking.

Kane gazes at Cooper, conveying a mildly scolding tone, and says, “At this point, I’m convinced you really like to bake, and you’re taking advantage of Chloe’s birthday to satisfy your urges.”

The chef places his latest work of art–a dripping chocolate cake–carefully on the dining table. Along with the cakes he placed already, it looks like we’re hosting a cake auction.

“Leave him alone,” A familiar voice calls out from the living room. For my birthday, Fiona came over to spend some time with me and babysit Skye while Kane takes me out for my birthday.

And from the looks of things, she has made herself quite comfortable with Skye in the house.

She comes to peek at the latest cake, and I swear I catch her drooling, “While you two have a fun night out, Skye and I are going to gorge ourselves on cake at home!”

We leave shortly, and Kane drives us to the city's airport. As we drive along the airport, I stare out the window into the distance, observing the numerous planes parked in their hangars. I'm impressed by how huge these airplanes are.

“Wow,” I whisper, amazed. In my entire life, I’ve been to the airport maybe only twice, and that was back in college. I remember how big the airport was and how excited I was to see all the activities taking place at the airport.

“Enjoying the view?” Kane asks, and I nod, not once taking my eyes away.

We arrive at the private jet terminal. Kane gets out of the car and comes around to open my door, holding out a hand to me. Stepping outside, I look around to see the collection of helicopters parked in their reserved section. That’s when I realize Kane is taking me to the scenic helicopter tour at sunset.

I look at Kane, who’s typing away on his phone, and ask, “What are we doing?”

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