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

---- "You're dead! Ten years? You want to be a professional freeloader?" Olivia couldn't resist the urge to smack him again. Tristan was hiding behind a large stone pillar in the hotel lobby, his eyes locked on Olivia and Marcus from the second they stepped out of the elevator. Their easy intimacy was like a knife to his heart. The guy was about six feet tall, with a strong, athletic build, dressed in a tracksuit. He had a sunny, all-American look. Olivia was also in a white tracksuit and clean sneakers.

The way they leaned on each other, they looked perfect together, like a campus couple, so good-looking it hurt. He'd never seen her so relaxed, with such a carefree, almost childlike smile. He couldn't stop himself; his feet started moving, and he began to follow them ina daze. They didn't go far, just stopping at a barbecue joint behind the hotel. After Marcus placed their order, Olivia saw how many people were eating in and suggested, "Let's just get this to go." ---- Marcus: "Okay. You're not getting anything?" Olivia: "I'm not eating. I'm on a diet.

It's all for you, you little pig." Marcus teased her, "You're skin and bones and you're ona diet! Do you think looking like a skeleton is attractive? You know ninety percent of guys like a woman with some curves." Olivia shot back, "And do you know ninety percent of women like men who talk less?" Marcus scoffed. "Yeah, right. Keep dreaming." They sat there chatting while they waited for their food. "Sir, sir! What can I get for you?" a waiter asked, looking at Tristan, who was standing frozen at the counter. It took Tristan a few seconds to realize the waiter was talking to him.

He mumbled, "Uh, just give me whatever." The waiter glanced at the growing line behind him and raised his voice, a hint of impatience in his tone. "Sir, what do you mean 'whatever? Are you just here to waste my tim: A few people nearby were starting to stare, so Tristan ---- quickly pointed at a few random things on the menu. Olivia spotted him then. "Mr. Black, what a coincidence!" Tristan walked over and sat down at the empty spot at their table. "It is. Aren't you going to introduce me?" Olivia turned to her brother. "This is my boss, Mr. Black." Marcus gave a friendly smile.

"Hey, I'm Marcus." "Hey," Tristan replied, his face completely devoid of any warmth. So this was the type Olivia liked. Marcus looked young, but he didn't seem like a calm, professional lawyer at all. Tristan stared at the hand Marcus had draped over Olivia's shoulder, wishing he could rip it off. Olivia asked, "What did you want to say on the phone earlier, Mr. Black? I think the signal was bad, I couldn't hear you very well." Tristan: "It was nothing. We can talk about it at work tomorrow." "Oh," Olivia said, relieved.

She had felt bad about hanging up on her boss, and his explanation put her at ease. She turned back to continue chatting with her brother. ---- A few moments later, the waiter brought out their food ina bag. Marcus took the food with one hand and slung his other arm around Olivia's shoulders. "Well, Mr. Black, we're gonna head out. Enjoy your meal!" Tristan felt like he'd just been punched in the gut. His chest felt tight, and he couldn't bring himself to say a word. He just gave a weak wave. As they walked away, he could still hear snippets of their conversation.

"Why is your boss so serious? He looks so intense, it's kind of scary. Must be tough for you at the office." Olivia: "Not really. He's usually pretty nice. We're not in the same department, so we don't have to interact that much for work." Marcus: "Still, you should stay away from him..." Olivia: "Don't be ridiculous! It's not like I run into my boss all the time. What do you think he is, the lobby security guard? Someone you see whenever you want?" Marcus: "I'm just worried about you!"