Page 23 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

A warmth curls in my stomach, spreading through my chest, a mix of challenge and something much, much deeper.

I pick up my wine, matching his slow, measured movements, holding his stare as I take a sip.

The taste is rich, full-bodied, intoxicating. Just like him.

La Bella Vita is more than just a restaurant. It’s a stage. And Valentino?

He’s the one setting the pace for this dance.

And God help me, but I’m letting him.

After dinner, without hesitation, he pulls out his checkbook, scribbles quickly, then slides it across the table.

I glance down.

One. Hundred. Twenty-Five. Thousand. Dollars.

“I had my guys assess the shop damages and they have given me a more accurate estimate. We found the source of the leak and accounted for structural damage as well.”

A lifeline.

My hands tremble as I pick it up. “What if things get… complicated?”

“They won’t. This is business, Layla. We’re both adults.”

I’m not sure I believe him. But I nod. “Alright.”

He leans back, satisfied. “One more thing.”

I tense. “What now?”

“We might need to get engaged.”

I nearly choke on my drink. “Excuse me?”

He shrugs. “Only if necessary.”

“Necessary for who? Are you insane?”

He gives me a steady look. “If it comes down to it, I’ll do whatever it takes to make this plan work.”

I stare at him like he’s lost his mind. “You make it sound like I don’t have a choice.”

He softens. “You do.” His voice drops slightly. “But if it does happen, it’s just for show. Nothing real.”

I exhale sharply, my head spinning. “I need another drink.”

He grins. “Smart woman.”

“Okay. Do we sign a contract?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He grins, brandishing a piece of paper from his bag. “This is a non-disclosure agreement. If we do this properly, then you must make sure that no one knows about the real nature of our partnership.”

“Partnership,” I snort. How romantic.

Then, I swiftly grab the pen to sign the document.

When did my love life turn into a business transaction?

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