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

---- lined the walls, and a small bar stood neatly at the far end. When the house staff noticed them walk in, one of them hurried over. "Sir, ma'am, would you like something to drink?" Clara asked for a glass of lemonade. She perched on a high stool at the bar, watching Aaron pick out a cue stick. "You like playing pool?" Aaron shrugged. "Don't play much. What about you?" Clara mimicked his tone. "Same here. Not often." Aaron laughed and motioned for her to come over. "Come on.

Show me what you've got." "[ heard pool's the most effective sport for flirting," Clara said, setting down her glass and strolling toward him. Aaron raised a brow. "Oh yeah?" Clara gave him a side-eye. "Don't act innocent. You and your friends are pros at this kind of thing." Aaron smiled. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Why don't you demonstrate?" Feeling playful, Clara grabbed his cue stick and leaned over the table. ---- Her hips lifted slightly, her little black dress riding up just enough to reveal a smooth line of long, toned legs.

She turned her head and looked at Aaron through her lashes, her eyes bright and soft. "Aaron, I don't know which ball to hit. Help me?" Aaron never stood a chance against her when she talked like that. He stepped forward, leaned over her, his left hand resting on her slim waist while his right hand guided the cue. He made a clean, precise shot. "This one." Clara nudged his chest with her elbow. "You liar. You definitely know how to flirt. That move was way too smooth." "[ was just helping you," Aaron said with a laugh, his arms now wrapped loosely around her waist.

His shoulders shook from how hard he was laughing. Every moment with her felt easy. Effortlessly happy. "I told you Aaron would be down here, but none of you believed me!" Logan's voice suddenly echoed from the stairs. Before they could even step apart, a group of people began descending. Caspian came down first, letting out a long whistle. ---- "Well, looks like we showed up at the wrong time." Behind him came Logan and Brooklyn, followed by Olivia, Tristan, and a few other couples Clara didn't recognize. Aaron straightened up, half-smiling.

"You knew you weren't invited, but you came anyway?" "Not my idea." Caspian pointed to Logan. "Birthday boy here insisted on coming to challenge you." Aaron smirked. "What's the deal, Logan? Looking to embarrass yourself on your birthday?" "That's exactly why I'll win today," Logan said confidently. "Birthday luck, man! Maybe I'll finally beat you." He picked up a cue stick and took the first break shot. It was obvious he played often. His form and angle were sharp. The first two balls went in cleanly, but on the third, his cue slipped and the shot went wide. Aaron's turn.

He leaned forward, eyes locked on the cue ball, right hand gripping the stick, left hand steady on the felt. He adjusted his stance carefully, then struck with practiced precision. The cue ball hit the target ball ---- cleanly, the crisp click echoing through the room. The target ball rolled neatly into the pocket. Clara stepped aside, watching with fascination. Pool really was one of the most elegant games in the world. And watching a handsome man play? That was pure eye candy.