Page 33 of Doctor Billionaire's Surprise Baby

Easier said than done, of course, but where it concerned my family, I was completely done for tonight.

When I looked into Simone's concerned eyes, I was growing weaker in my attempt to stuff down the growing attraction I felt toward Simone – the growingneedI felt.

But it wasn’t just physical.

There was something about her fierce loyalty and unwavering support that had captured my heart. But was it enough? I had always been partly worried that I would one day give in to my dad’s demands. Could I truly turn my back on my family, knowing that my choices would only widen the rift between us? My heart ached with uncertainty, torn between the life I always wanted and the one that was desperately being shoved in my direction.

“Hey,” Simone said softly, getting my attention. Her eyes filled with a quiet strength that both comforted and challenged me. The choice was mine, but there was no denying the impact it would have on those around me.

"Simone," I whispered back, my soul wrestling with the weight of the decision before me. And as I looked into her eyes, I knew that no matter what path I chose, my life had already been irrevocably changed by my feelings for her.

"Simone, I want you to know that you’re more than just a convenience to me," I confessed, my voice barely audible. "And nothing about this feels fake anymore. It’s a terrifying feeling." Nervous laughter huffed from my throat. "I mean, there’s pretty much a hundred percent chance that Seth might kill me."

Simone ducked her head in a smile, color rising on her cheek. "That might be true, but I'm going into this with my heart wide open. By choice. My choice."

I hesitated, searching for the right words to express the growing warmth inside my chest.

"You're like the first light of dawn after a long, dark night. You've awakened something in me I never knew was there. You make me feel alive."

The smile that spread across her face was radiant, brighter than the setting sun. It was contagious, and I found myself grinning back at her.

"Hugo, that's the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me."

Simone moved closer to me – the scent of her perfume drawing me in to her. I wanted to bury my face in her hair.

"Did you tell your father how you feel about me?" Simone's question hung in the air, heavy with anticipation and vulnerability.

I started to shake my head.

“He’d never understand, Simone,” I admitted, frustration seeping into my words. "I can tell he assumes this is nothing more than a business transaction, even if he doesn’t know the details. He can see through me more than I want him to."

Simone looked away. Her brow furrowed in thought.

"Maybe we can make him see that it's more than that. That we have a real connection, something worth fighting for."

"Even if we do, I don't know if it'll change anything," I sighed, my heart heavy with doubt. "He's so set in his ways, so focused on what he wants for our family. My feelings, our feelings, don't seem to matter. He's blind to what I want to do with my life."

"Then we'll just have to show him," Simone declared, her eyes blazing with determination. Her hand rested on my chest, anticipation heavy in the air.

"Simone," I whispered. "Are you sure about this?"

She nodded, her lips parting slightly as she released a slow breath. I could see the desire burning in her eyes, mirroring my own.

"Nothing has ever felt more right," she confessed. And as our lips met in a searing kiss, I knew she was right. Our hands roamed each other's bodies, fingers digging into flesh and fabric as we sought to bring each other closer. I felt her tremble beneath my touch, a shiver running down her spine as I trailed kisses along her collarbone. Her nails scraped against my back, sending a jolt of heat straight to my core.

"Maybe with all this dancing, we should, you know," Simone tipped her head toward the bathroom, her voice breathy and filled with need, "take a shower or bath? Whatever you want to do, I'm game."

I needed no further encouragement. With practiced ease and the fact that her dress was one piece, I removed her clothes, my lips following my hands, until she was gloriously exposed before me. I took a moment to drink in the sight of her – the curve ofher hips, the swell of her breasts, the way her skin flushed under my gaze.

"Beautiful," I murmured, lowering my head to taste her mouth tinted with chocolate and champagne, moving down her neck so taste the salt that lay there. I took her by the hand toward the bathroom, where, once we got inside and our bare feet touched the cold marble, she turned and started to undress me.

Her plump lips met mine and then fell open when she looked down after she loosened my belt, allowing my pants to fall to the floor. She bit half her lip as her hand cupped my manhood and she slowly rubbed it, bringing more blood to it than I thought I could handle. I moaned in response.

"I love when you groan like that, Hugo. It's the sexiest noise I've ever heard." Simone's voice was like a match to the flame burning inside me.

I stepped out of my pants and she naughtily walked in front of me and leaned over the bathtub, exposing her backside fully to me. She arched her back and looked at me. "I'll just run some water. Maybe you can keep me company from the back?" She started the water running, while I admired the view.

Oh, my fucking god. My dick stood to attention. The little man had no control and wanted to just dive into her luscious wetness.

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