Page 27 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

“No crying child, nothing seems to be on fire.” I pointed out the obvious. “I’m kind of in the middle of something important, and I think you’re doing a splendid job at whatever it is you’re doing.”

“I wouldn’t have knocked if it wasn’t serious, Ben.” The way she wrinkled her nose made me smile, and the jolt of electricity that had been hovering in the air of our floor struck me right in the chest, grabbing my cock’s attention. I loved feisty Chloe.

“Look, my kitchen is a fucking ocean right now. Maybe some of the pipes busted, I don’t know. But water is everywhere, and I can’t seem to fix it.”

“Like I said, I’m in the middle of something.” Her jaw dropped, and the look of disbelief on her face was priceless.

“Aren’t you my landlord or something? Isn’t ityourresponsibility to fix the pipes?”

“I’m not a plumber.”

“C’mon,” she whined. I never pegged her to be the whiny type. She always seemed to be collected and mature. “The more we’re wasting time arguing, the more we’re wasting water.”

I couldn’t grasp the fact that she was more worried about wasting water than the fact that she would have to clean the entire kitchen floor, and with a child that shouldn’t be left unsupervised, that was tiresome.

“How about I make you a deal.” Yes, because I was a jackass, and instead of helping her, I had to get something out of it first. But, hey. I wasn’t putting her life in danger or anything.

Besides, I think it would be a good idea to bring her to see my family. If they liked her, it meant that introducing Sofi wouldn’t be a problem.

“I’m not getting naked for you again.” Chloe. Naked. Now, that was a lovely idea. But as much as I wanted her writhing underneath me and screaming my name, I wasn’t the type to blackmail someone for sex. I could get that consensually if I made the right phone calls.

“Tempting. But that wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“What is it then?”

“I have this gala I need to attend next week, and I need a plus one.”

“You want me to find you a plus one?”

“No, I wantyou. To be my plus one, that is.”

“Are you sick?No.” She didn’t even think about it. She just downright rejected me. It stung, but I liked my women smart. Not that Chloe was my woman or anything. Maybe not yet. But I knew that at this point, I wanted to sleep with her again.

I didn’t know how I was going to do it or if she’d even let me, but I kept that idea at the back of my mind, regardless. I just needed to figure her out first.

“Then, no to the pipes. Good luck trying to fix it. It’s quite complex, the plumbing.”

“You think you’re so smart, huh? I’ll call someone then and maybe write a horrible review about this place. How about ‘rude neighbor, obnoxious landlord, and horrible indoor plumbing’?”

“It’s adorable that you’d take the time to actually write that. And good luck trying to find a plumber on a Friday night.” She’d actually be surprised to discover that there were a lot of services available around here regardless of the day. That is if she actually picked up her phone.

I started walking to my door, purposely jingling my keys loudly to remind her that I was still there and she could change her mind, but the clock was ticking. Then, a smirk grew on my face when I heard her curse under her breath.

“Fine.I’ll be your plus one to this stupid gala. But I don’t want any funny business, Ben.”

“Great. And it’s not stupid. The gala is for a good cause.” I pocketed my keys, and we walked into her penthouse. It was clean compared to the last time I was here. There were no boxes that needed unpacking, and the toys were kept to a minimum. “Besides, I would’ve fixed it regardless if you agreed or not.”

“Yeah, well, if you wanted to spend time with me, you could’ve just asked. No need to go through so much theater.”

I did want to see her. And Sofi, of course. The latter was busy trying to stack the colored blocks in her crib, sitting comfortably, her adorable chunky legs forming a delightful circle underneath her. She was wearing a white bodysuit with the words “Momma’s Girl”, and I mentally reminded myself to pick something that said the opposite.

“Hi, baby girl,” I cooed, approaching her crib. I caught her attention, and she threw a block away like she wasn’t focused on it a second ago. She stood with ease like she’d been working those chubby legs all her life. One hand gripped the edge of the crib for balance, and her other hand reached out for me. “Can’t, honey. Dada’s gotta fix the pipes.”

I didn’t know how Chloe would feel about the nickname, but I couldn’t help it. When I checked to see Chloe’s reaction, though, she stared at us like it was her least favorite show.

Sofi tried her best to climb up the playpen, but the mesh material of the side was stopping her from going up. She was stuck there. Which was good because the way Chloe’s kitchen looked, it was dangerous for her to be running loose.

“I was making dinner when I heard the drips. The next thing I knew, there was water everywhere.” Chloe walked towards her flooded kitchen before squatting down to examine the pipes with a flashlight. “I could fix it if I wanted to, but I couldn’t find the switch to stop the water supply.”

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