Oops! My Secret Baby Is Caught By His Top-Lawyer Daddy! Novel

---- Chapter 105: The Scumbag and the Gay Bestie Clara slapped her hand over Aaron's mouth, eyes blazing. "Stop spouting nonsense! Don't you care about your image?" Warmth and dampness suddenly spread across her palm. Horrified, she yanked her hand back and wiped it on his shirt. "Ugh, you're revolting!" Aaron leaned closer, trapping her under him with that infuriating smirk. "You've swallowed plenty before. Now you think it's gross?" Then he dipped his head and claimed her lips. Outside, neon lights streaked past like a movie reel.

To Clara, it felt like they were committing some scandalous crime in broad daylight. That guilty, shame-laced feeling of doing something wrong swept over her again. She pressed both hands against his chest, fighting to keep him back. But Aaron was stronger. Within seconds, she was pinned against the seat, his kiss dizzying her senses and stealing her breath. Their breathing turned ragged, their bodies heating ---- like kindling. A large hand slid beneath her blouse. Clara grabbed his wrist and rasped, "Still on my period." Aaron arched a brow. "Didn't health class say three to five days?

It's been seven. You're telling me that's normal?" Clara mumbled, embarrassed. "Bodies are different! Maybe I'm special-mine lasts ten days." His gaze darkened, irritation flashing. He shifted, slipping his hand lower, creeping beneath her skirt. "Then let me check myself." Clara panicked, clawing at his hand. "Stop! Wait until we're home!" But Aaron ignored her protests, his hand climbing higher along her thigh. Clara nearly exploded. "Fine! Period's over! Happy? Touch me again and T'll lose it!" At last, Aaron released her, grinning. "See?

Honesty works wonders." "Jerk!" Clara yanked her clothes back into place and turned to the window, refusing to look at him. Aaron knew he'd pushed her far enough. He softened. "So... when's your break? Want to hit the Silverton Resort?" ---- "If everyone's going, sure." Clara hesitated, then added quietly, "It'd be nice to visit Mom's grave too." Aaron nodded. "I'll have it arranged." Scarlett, meanwhile, was at war with her own body. Her tendency to crash into naps at the worst times was driving her insane. The company had lined her and Cyrus up to appear as a couple on a hit variety show.

Fresh off a business trip and exhausted, she hadn't even swung by the office to pick up the script. Cyrus, ever the convenient friend, delivered it for her. They chatted a little, but soon Scarlett's eyelids waged full-blown war. "Nope, I'm done. I need a nap. We'll continue tomorrow." Cyrus chuckled. "Wow, a star who crashes at five p.m. You're rarer than a unicorn." Scarlett barely made it upright before staggering toward her room. "See you at the office tomorrow." "Didn't your assistant go grab dinner?" Cyrus reminded her. "Sleep an hour. We'll eat and then run through the script.

Still plenty of time." Scarlett gave him an OK sign before disappearing into her bedroom. ---- Cyrus sprawled comfortably on the sofa, gaming on his phone. He'd been to Scarlett's place plenty of times, felt no need to act like a guest. The doorbell rang. He assumed it was her assistant, so he went to open it. The second the door swung wide, two voices fired in unison: "What are you doing here?" Cyrus and Derek locked eyes. Sparks. Fireworks. Gunpowder. Well, well, the scumbag himself, Cyrus sneered inwardly. As Scarlett's best friend, he knew she longed to get married.

Yet this man had warmed the boyfriend's seat for years without delivering. Utter trash. Other than a decent face, Cyrus saw nothing redeemable in Derek. Derek, meanwhile, had no patience for this so-called "gay bestie." Please. The way Cyrus looked at Scarlett bumed like a torch. Gay? Yeah right. Who the hell was he fooling? A polished exterior hiding low-grade tricks. Fake gay bestie, his ass. It wasn't Derek's first time finding Cyrus here, but