Secret Baby with the CEO

Chapter 3

Ledger

I take a closer look at the beauty in front of me.

Her dark brown hair, long and thick, is shinier than the floors below.

Paired with creamy skin. Again, shinier than the chandelier above.

She is beautiful in ways I can’t explain and as she talks to me animatedly about something, I can’t take my gaze off her but I still do to take a look around me and find a few hungry eyes feasting on her.

But I can’t blame those poor guys. She is sweet and sexy with a heart-shaped face and big baby blue eyes. And the dress that she is wearing is too tight and exposing which means I get to see a fuckton of that creamy skin, her delicate bones, the slope of her shoulders, the arch of her delicate neck.

There is nothing to imagine about her rounded curves. For a girl as petite as her, she’s got a lot of them. A lot of dips and valleys where hands can settle—my hands. A lot of soft, smooth swells where fingers can grab – my fingers.

However, I remind myself that she is doing this just to thank me for getting rid of her boyfriend. I wonder what went wrong between them. I mean, obviously, he is no match for her. She deserves someone better, a lot better than that d**k.

My eyes suddenly drop down to her arm, the one he was squeezing too tightly.

“You are already bruising..” I tell her and before I can stop my hand, it reaches her supple skin.

She is as smooth as silk and to my relief, she doesn’t flinch to my touch but only peers down at her elbow.

“I will be okay..” She assures me and then looks up to meet my eyes. I can’t help but notice the flare in them. I don’t know if it is the effect of alcohol in her system or something else but whatever it is, it keeps me captivated. I don’t understand how I can have this effect on a woman I just met. A complete stranger.

At twenty-nine, I wouldn’t say I am a total saint but I also don’t often share a drink with an unknown woman at a bar like this. I am not one of those men who use women for their carnal pleasure and throw them out the next morning like trash.

I have had a fair share of dating while I was in college, at least briefly before I had to quit and take over my dad’s business. The following years, shuttling between work and taking care of my family which includes my mom and two younger siblings, had always kept me busy. And having to bring up a baby sister, I always treated women with respect like how they should be.

If at all, I ever found myself some time to spend the evening in a bar like today, I prefer to drink alone and go home like the gentleman my parents raised me to be.

Another reason I don’t take a woman home with me is the fact that I don’t live alone like most bachelors of my age do. I live in my family house with my mom and siblings, and I have no intention of changing it for anything.

Now that my gaze lingers on the sweet-sexy face of the woman beside me, I wonder if I had missed it out but then I have never felt so attracted to anyone before. There is just something about her. I can still see the fear and vulnerability in her eyes when her douche ex tried to assault her, bringing out the protective instinct inside me, something which I have done only for my sister, Allegra and nobody else.

But then, this woman is also bold enough to invite me to have a drink with her, even though she claims it is only a gesture of gratitude.

When the bartender comes back, she quickly pulls out her card from her bag but before she can hand it to him, I stop her by touching her hand, almost covering her tiny palm in my large ones. A small spark runs through me and I am sure she felt it too by the looks in her eyes.

“Put that in my account..” I tell the bartender, still gazing at her sweet-innocent face.

"Hey that was my treat.." She protests but I disregard her.

Did she really think I would let her pay for our drinks?

“Would you like to dance with me?” I ask, expectantly.

“S-Sure..” She stutters slightly but I can say, it’s not because she is hesitant about it because the next moment, she is jumping down the bar stool and eagerly leads me towards the dance floor.

I chuckle like a teenager as I am being dragged behind her. As soon as we come to stand in the middle of the dance floor, her delicate hands snake up to wrap around my neck, pulling me closer to her. I would give credit to all the alcohol in her system for her boldness but I am not complaining. I will enjoy this closeness as long as I get it from her.

The laughter dies in my throat as I lean over her. I don’t need a further invitation as my hands settle on her hips. Our bodies begin to sway together to the soft beats and once again I am lost in the depths of her ocean-blue eyes.

You have to stop this s**t, dickhead! I tell myself.

As we stand like this, I can’t help but notice she is my perfect size. She fits me in every way. She is small, but not too small, and not an Amazonian. Isabella is my own Goldie locks, just right.

I don’t know how long we danced like that but when I feel her clutching my shirt to tug me closer, I find myself leaning down towards those luscious lips that have been inviting me since the moment I saw her.

I brush my lips against hers softly, not wanting to scare her when all I want to do is to pounce and devour her sweet mouth. I want to keep this a slow burn for both of our sake.

The kiss takes me completely by surprise – but it also feels like the most natural thing I have ever done. My arms wrap around her thin waist, pulling her more into me. We are still dancing but it is also a little more than dancing now. Our bodies are molding into each other as the kiss gets more intense, more passionate.