Page 58 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

“Tous.”

“Tell me your wish.”

“Then it wouldn’t come true.”

“Not if I can help it.” Chloe rolled her eyes at my words. It was true. Nothing stopped me if it was something I could make come true.

“I have everything I could ever want. I have Sofi and Billy Anne. I have you, Ben. What more would I need?”

“I’m glad that I have you, Chlo. I can’t change the last two years, but I can do something about the coming years.”

“I know you can.”

“I want you, babe.” I slid my hands across the table to grab hers.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised. But there was a sudden shift of emotion in her face that had me worried.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.” Only it wasn’t, because if it bothered her on her birthday, it meant it was something serious.

“Tell me.”

“Frankie and I had a fight.”

“You mean Franklin Harris?” Chloe nodded. “What happened?”

“I told him about us, and he wasn’t happy about it.”

I wanted to say some rude things about Franklin, but I could tell that he was important to Chloe, and I didn’t want to upset her even more. “He thought that I let you off the hook so easily. Because I was sleeping with you.”

“Did you?”

“No,” she admitted. “I let you off the hook because I didn’t have the heart to keep Sofi away from her father. As someone who didn’t know either of her parents, it sucks. I didn’t want that for my daughter.”

“And sleeping with me?”

“Frankie is just a friend. And he’s made moves before, but I told him I wasn’t interested like that. I told him that who I was sleeping with wasn’t his business. And it hit me that he was more mad about the fact that I was sleeping with you than me allowing you to see Sofi.”

“He’s jealous.”

“He is. And I feel so bad for making him feel like that.”

“Baby, it’s not your fault.”

I hadn’t met this Franklin dude, but I already wanted to punch his face for upsetting my girl on her fucking birthday.

“You told him you weren’t interested. You made it clear. You’re not responsible for the jealousy he’s feeling. You get to sleep with whoever you want without being busy taking care of his feelings. You’re adults. You make your own choices.”

“You’re probably right.”

“I am,” I insisted. “If he is your friend, he’ll understand. Otherwise, he was just someone wanting to get in your pants.”

Chloe thought about it for a quick minute. But then she shook her head and said, “I don’t want to think about Frankie tonight. It’s my birthday, and I want to talk about us.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

We finished our bottle of wine and enjoyed the lobster. A waitress brought us dessert when we were done.

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