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

---- really slipping into your dad role fast-I almost mistook you for the real father." Cyrus's expression darkened. Deep down, he wished he really could be. Clara emerged from the bathroom to find Aaron still busy at the desk. "Working hard? Doesn't your company take holidays?" Aaron shook his head. "Almost done. Bored yet? We'll head back tomorrow afternoon." Clara smiled. "Not at all. Following Mr. Devereaux around for all these free meals is great. You focus on work; I'll check on Leo." "He's asleep. What's so interesting about that?

I'll have to scoop you up later anyway," Aaron said, a teasing smirk on his face. Two nights in a row, and she still tried to avoid him? Clara's cheeks instantly flushed crimson. Waking up this morning on the windowsill, she realized that last night's wild, moaning dream hadn't been a dream-it had been real. "You've got some nervel I promised Leo I'd sleep with him one night, and he woke up this morning thinking I'd stood him up," Clara complained. ---- Aaron tidied up the desk, grabbed his pajamas and went to the bathroom. "Wait for me." Of course, she wouldn't.

She went directly into her son's room. Clara hadn't even warmed the bed when Aaron swooped in and carried her back. She glared at him, flustered. "What are we? Cat and mouse? Is this game fun for you?" Aaron gently set her on the bed. "Who's the cat and who's the mouse here? Feels like I'm the one being toyed with." A fiery, reckless kiss rained down-no part of her escaped his touch. He claimed her burning body with possessive hands, dragging hers down. Her breath was his rhythm; cat or mouse, it didn't matter-they were both enjoying it immensely.

The next morning, Leo sat at the edge of the bed, looking plaintively at her. "Mommy, you stood me up again! How long has it been since you slept with me?" Clara felt guilty. "I'll make it up! After lunch, we'll nap together." Leo cheered, dragging her up. After packing their bags, they headed down to the hotel restaurant to meet Matt's girlfriend for breakfast. ---- Unexpectedly, they ran into Owen-the last person Clara wanted to see in Silverton. Despite avoiding his area for days, fate had other plans.

Owen looked impeccable in his suit, radiant and confident-not at all like a man approaching fifty. Clearly, life had treated him well recently. No sign that Linda's affair had fazed him. He held a young woman in her twenties in his arms, teasing and laughing. The girl blushed and nestled into his embrace. People passing by stared. This was a five-star hotel-such public displays were shocking, almost nightclub-like. The stern, authoritative Owen Clara remembered was gone. Money had completely transformed him. Clara's gaze lingered only briefly.

She signaled Matt's girlfriend to take Leo to the private room first. As Clara reached to push the door open, Owen spotted her. "Clara? What are you doing here?" Clara didn't look back and kept moving. Owen released the woman and stepped forward, grabbing Clara's arm. "Really? Not even a hello to your dad? Where have you been? I've been trying to find you for ages." ---- Clara yanked her arm free. "Owen... have you lost your memory? I'm no longer your daughter, remember?" "Father and daughter can't stay mad overnight," Owen said, forcing a charming smile. "Still upset? Come sit with me.

I'll buy you a meal, and we can talk." Clara shook her head. "I still have your statement saying I'm not a Hartley. We have nothing to discuss."