Page 50 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

“I’m going to come.”

“Come for me.” And I did. I buckled my legs around him as my pussy contracted around his cock. Skin against skin, I could feel his chest-beating against mine. Everything in me twisted, and I wanted him to hold me like this forever, where I was safe and wanted—desired.

“You okay? Did I hurt you?” Ben wiped the lone tear that I didn’t realize was rolling down the side of my face.

“What? No. I’m okay,” I sniffed as he pulled out of me and discarded the condom in the trash.

There was a very pregnant silence that followed as I watched him take a towel from my bedside table and wipe me clean. When that was done, we lay there in my room naked as Ben pulled me into a cuddle, my back touching his pelvis.

“I think I’m going to tell Billy Anne about us. About Sofi,” he blurted out of nowhere, his voice soft.

“Do you think she’ll be okay with it?”

“I think so. She deserves to know. I mean, with all the shit she’s been through—God.”

I didn’t know what Billy Anne had been through, and I knew it wasn’t my place to ask, but I guessed that her silence wasn’t typical. In due time, I knew that Ben would tell me.

“Billy Anne is a lovely child. You raised her right. Did you know her paintings are really good? I’ve never seen a child paint hydrangeas like that.”

“She does like to paint. The flowers you give her are all over her room. One vase for each day. Then she gets sad when they wilt.”

“I hung a few of her paintings in Sofi’s room.” I didn’t have the heart to keep them in my desk drawer forever. Her paintings deserved recognition. I just hadn’t known that the world was this small and that the painting in my daughter’s room was her sister’s work.

“You did?”

“Yeah. As I said, they’re good. You can take them if you want, hang them in your living room or something.”

“No. Keep them. So Sofi has something from her.”

He traced his fingers on my skin and planted a kiss on my shoulder before he let out a seemingly frustrated sigh.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked.

“Things wouldn’t have been so hard if I had just listened to you on the phone that day. That you were pregnant.”

“Ben, it’s okay. We’re past that. It’s time to move forward.”

“It’s not okay. I couldn’t imagine what you went through being on your own. I shouldn’t have been so crass.”

“Would you have wanted to help me if you had just let me talk?”

“I would’ve. But when you called and told me you were expecting, it was history repeating itself.”

“What do you mean?” I really didn’t want to ask because I respected his privacy. But if this was the only way I’d understand why he did what he did, then I was willing to push it.

“Billy Anne’s biological mother thought she could use her own daughter to milk money from me. When I found out what she was planning and that she had a boyfriend for ten years, I lost it, Chlo. I lost it, and I didn’t think about what it might do to Billy Anne. The fighting, the yelling, her mother neglecting her? Jesus.”

There was so much regret in his voice, so much pain. It was like he was blaming himself for why his daughter was struggling. But it wasn’t his fault for trusting someone he thought was going to be the love of his life, right?

I knew Ben had secrets, and I had been dying to ask about his daughter’s mother, but since he never opened up about her or even mentioned her before, I thought there was bad blood, or she was dead.

Right now, as I lay beside him, everything was clearer now. Ben had trouble trusting people because of what had happened to him, and me calling him that afternoon had rung the same alarm bells in his head.

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

“She was diagnosed with depression as a result of her trauma. But we’re working it out right now. She’s in therapy twice a week, and she’s getting out of her shell a little bit more.”

“That’s good.”

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