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

---- tonight made his blood boil more than ever. Maybe because Cyrus was inside while he was still stuck outside. Maybe because he still didn't know the door code. When Cyrus blocked his way, Derek shouldered past him, marching into the entryway like he owned the place and changing into slippers without a glance. The shove knocked Cyrus back two steps. His fist clenched, itching to strike. But he stopped himself. Losing his cool would hand Derek the win. So he bit it back, flopped onto the sofa, crossed his legs, and resumed gaming like it was his own damn house.

That arrogance only fanned Derek's fury. He was about to drag Cyrus out bodily when violent retching erupted from the bathroom. Both men froze-then bolted inside. "You okay?" they asked together. Scarlett was doubled over, pale and shaking, vomiting until her knees gave. After several minutes, she rinsed her mouth with the water Derek offered. "I'm fine. Just gastritis. It was clearing up, but I must've eaten too much junk lately." ---- When she emerged, she turned to Cyrus. "Why don't you head home? We'll go over the script tomorrow." Cyrus's expression dimmed, but he nodded.

"See you tomorrow." He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. Derek's smugness was impossible to miss, his gaze a clear provocation. As Cyrus passed him, he muttered low, "Feeling proud? Don't. Scarlett's future isn't decided yet." Then he strode out, leaving Derek seething. Derek dropped onto the couch beside Scarlett and slammed the water glass on the table with a loud thunk. Scarlett gave him a sidelong glance. "What's eating you?" "That fake gay bestie of yours!" Derek snapped. Scarlett nestled against his shoulder.

"How's he hurting you?" "Keep your distance from him," Derek growled. "OF course," Scarlett said sweetly. "He's not my boyfriend. You're the only one I'm close to." She tilted her face up and kissed his furrowed brow. ---- Finally, Derek's anger melted away. Men. So childish. So easy to soothe. Soon after, Clara's New Year's break began. Her flight was at 1] a.m. That morning, after waking, she first helped little Leo pack his tiny suitcase. Then she returned to her room to pack for herself and Aaron. "Silverton's colder. I'll bring you a sweater.

Want a scarf too?" "No need." Aaron leaned against the wardrobe, watching her bustle around the suitcase. For once, even the mundane details of life felt kind of nice. Especially when half the clothes in the suitcase were his, half were hers-intimate, woven together. Matt came upstairs to haul the luggage. When they reached the car, Clara spotted that Matt had brought his girlfriend along-a shy, pretty girl who smiled sweetly and greeted her. Clara teased, "Matt's so dedicated. Even brings his girlfriend to work." Matt chuckled.

"More like we're hitching a free ride on the company trip." By the time the five of them reached the airport, ---- Sierra's family of three was already there, along with Scarlett and Derek. The waiting area was practically theirs alone. Soon, a flight attendant whisked them through security to the gate. That's when Clara realized- They weren't flying commercial. They were flying private. "Wow! My first time on a private jet!" Sierra gasped. "Mine too!" Clara chimed in.