Page 58 of Next Door Billionaire's Surprise Baby

His response is to slip an arm around my waist and pull me closer to his side. I look in the direction Kane points, and I see a man working around one of the nicest helicopters.

We approach the man, and he gives us a huge smile. He introduces himself as Fred and says he’s going to be our pilot for this evening.

I look at Kane again, and this time, he’s smirking, “Your ride awaits,” then he makes a gesture for me to go first.

I allow Fred to usher me into the helicopter, and Kane joins me a moment later. My heart is racing with anticipation. I’m still too stunned to speak, trying to wrap my head around the fact that this is actually happening.

Kane places the huge helicopter headsets over my ears and announces to the pilot, “We’re ready!”

Fred climbs into his seat and cranks on the helicopter. A minute later, we lift off.

The ride is perfect; it is neither too short nor too long. We tour the city for an hour, with both Kane and the pilot pointing out landmarks to me. The view of the city lit up in the dark is nothing short of breathtaking, and I take out my phone to video record a part of the tour.

All the while, Kane’s hand rests on my thigh. Occasionally, his fingers would trail up the inner thigh, almost getting to my center, and I would be forced to clamp around his hands to stop them from going any further.

As much as I would love to join the mile-high club, this isn’t the time or place.

The ride ends soon, and we touchdown on a helipad atop the roof of a high-rise building with one of the luxury gourmet restaurants in the city.

Chapter 22

Kane

She Loves Me

"Have fun, guys!"

Fred, our pilot for the past hour, calls out to us. Chloe and I wave at him before following the rooftop security into the building. Once inside the elevator heading for the seventh floor, where our reserved table is, I pull Chloe to me and whisper close to her lips,

"So, how did you like the ride?"

Her luscious lips curve into a sexy smile as she gushes, "It was amazing. Hands down the best birthday surprise ever," her eyes soften, "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me for anything," I tell her. My eyes fixate solely on her lips, and I just want to lean over and kiss her. "I love making you happy."

Just then, the elevator dings and stops, signaling that it has reached its destination. I step out after Chloe, and we're immediately greeted by the maître d', a man who looks to be in his sixties, looking very serious.

"Good evening, ma'am. Good evening, sir," he addresses us.

"Kane Simmons. Table seven should be reserved for us," I recite, and he checks through his list of reservations. When it's confirmed, he leads us to our table at the far end of the room, right by the floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a great view of the city below.

"A waiter will be with you shortly," he says before leaving.

Once Chloe and I are alone, I reach out to hold her hands, and we look out the window. My jaw still burns from where my brother punched me earlier, and I subconsciously rub at it.

"Does it still hurt?" Chloe asks, and I shake my head, not wanting her to worry.

"Nah. I just can't believe he hit me." When it happened, I wanted to hit him back and fire him right on the spot. But Chloe’s scream stopped me, and I chose not to scare her further.

I haven't seen Tim since he left my office this morning, and I'm worried that he's out there somewhere doing something stupid.

And even though I'm upset, a part of me feels heavily responsible for his despair. When he looked me square in the face and told me he would never forgive me, I told myself that I deserved the pain that came with hearing those words.

I knew he still loved her, and yet I couldn't protect him from witnessing just how much he had lost her.

And to make matters worse, she is with me now.

"It's all my fault," I say.

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