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

---- He flipped them over, pressing her beneath him. "I wanted to kiss you." Leaning down, he kissed her more fiercely. Their body heat rose, and their hearts pounded wildly and erratically. "Mm..." Olivia moaned involuntarily, her senses instantly snapping back. She shoved him with all her strength, and Tristan toppled to the side. "I'm going to the bathroom," Olivia said and bolted toward it. She slammed the door behind her, grimacing. The reflection in the mirror shocked her: messy hair, disheveled makeup, red eyes, swollen and bright lips, and the off-shoulder dress twisted out of place.

And the lingering scent of alcohol. Oh no, Olivia. Flirting like this with a man from work? How was she supposed to face him later? She stomped her foot in frustration, wishing she could sink straight through the floor. Meanwhile, Tristan lay on the bed, finally calming the rush of heat from his body. ---- He realized he had been too hasty. He hadn't slept well last night, and Olivia's weight on him had been tiring, yet he didn't want to push away such a rare moment of closeness. She had just woken, and his body had stiffened instinctively at the touch.

He had meant to pretend to sleep to avoid awkwardness, but her soft lips brushing his jaw and warm breath on his neck had made restraint impossible. He finally got up and knocked lightly on the bathroom door. "Olivia, there are new toothbrushes and towels in the cabinet above the sink. Take a bath. Use whatever you need in there. I'll have someone bring clothes in about half an hour." After waiting two seconds with no response, he added, "I'm going out for now." He grabbed his clothes and went to shower in the guest bedroom.

Olivia sat on the closed toilet, staring blankly, Tristan's voice lingering in her ears. A tingling warmth spread through her body, leaving her weak. Was this part of a hangover too? ---- She had handled cases of women assaulted while drunk before and secretly thought, how could anyone drink themselves unconscious? Now she realized she had been completely out of it. This was pure indulgence. She patted her forehead, warning herself never to let this happen again. About half an hour later, Tristan's voice called again. "The clothes are here.

I left them on the bed." Then came the sound of the door closing. Olivia wrapped herself in a towel and carefully opened the bathroom door. She peeked out, then stepped into the room. She grabbed the clothes from the bed-a gray professional skirt suit, her usual style. Next to it was a small bag with underwear. Her cheeks burned uncontrollably. The housekeeper, dusting picture frames in the hallway, noticed her coming out and greeted politely. "Good morning, Mrs.

Black!" Olivia froze for a moment, then tightened her face and replied curtly, "Morning." ---- She hurried downstairs to the entryway, hunting for her shoes. "Tristan, I'm heading back to the office." Tristan appeared from the dining room. "Breakfast-" "No time. I'm rushing to clock in." Olivia didn't even glance up. From Tristan's angle, all he could see were her flushed earlobes and pink-tinged profile. He handed her the packed breakfast. "Sandwich and milk, all ready." He had expected she wouldn't sit down. anyway. "Thanks! Bye!" Olivia grabbed the bag and darted out without looking back.

She jogged to the office, only to pause at the glass doors. The office was dark. Then she remembered-it was Sunday. The security guard hurried over and opened the door, "Attorney Olivia, back for overtime?" Olivia nodded seriously. She stormed into her office, dumped everything on her desk, and flopped halfway across it. She buried her face in her arms, wishing she could rewind time and slap some sense into herself.