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

---- Logan finally let out the breath he'd been holding. "Why couldn't you have smiled earlier? That death glare of yours was going to give me a heart attack!" Tristan: "Relax, bro. I spent days buried in a basement, chewing on raw carrots, barely able to breathe. I've tasted what it feels like to die. I have no intention of going through that again." Logai "That's the spirit! It's just a girl. It's not like you're going to run out of options." Tristan smirked. "You think I'm you? I don't jump on anything that moves." "Hey, watch your mouth," Logan said, taking offense. "Look at my girl.

Isn't she a perfect ten in every way? I could teach you a few tricks. You'd have them eating out of your hand." "Please. You just wave your credit card at them," Tristan scoffed. Logan: "That's not true! Most of the time, it's pure, raw charisma." Tristan rolled his eyes internally. Yeah, right. Your daddy's charisma, more like. Logan: "I'm telling you, a career woman like Olivia is the toughest nut to crack. She's got money, she's got power, she's smart and capable. She's not missing ---- anything. What does she need a man for? A woman like that is nearly impossible to impress!

How about I set you up with a celebrity? The stunning, drop-dead gorgeous type?" Tristan just ignored him, stomping on the gas to start his second lap. Logan, undeterred, launched into another monologue. "Or maybe you're into the sweet and innocent type? How about a teacher? I could introduce you to this super hot professor, you know, the 'pure but sexy' vibe? My ex-ex-ex-girlfriend was a university professor. She was wild!" "Or maybe a kindergarten teacher? Sweet and gentle, like a little bunny." "If that's not your thing, there's always flight attendants.

My first girlfriend was a flight attendant. That body... man, it was incredible. Good times." "Doctors are a good choice, too. That fits you, you're both professionals. A serious woman is a beautiful woman, right?" "Honestly, though, I still prefer minor celebrities. They know the score. It's a win-win for everybody." "If all else fails, I guess I'll have to get Aaron to set you up with another lawyer." ---- Logan talked, and Tristan drove. Lap after lap. Finally, Logan threw in the towel. "Pull over. I'm getting out to puke. You can have fun by yourself." Aaron, this mission is impossible.

I'm all talked out. I give up, Logan thought to himself. Tristan found another driver and raced two more times. Racing really was the perfect way to blow off steam. All his focus, all his energy, was channeled into the drive, into the speed. For a little while, it let him forget all the crap in his life and unleash all the frustration pent up inside. He had no idea how much time had passed before he finally brought the car to a stop. Logan was waiting for him, clapping. "Finally! Now we can get to the real party. Let's go grab some drinks!" Tristan: "I'm skipping it.

You guys go." Logan leaned against the car door. "Don't be such a buzzkill! I've got the whole night planned, all the way till sunrise! Drinking, karaoke, a foot massage, then cards. Come on, do me a solid." He left out the final event: sleeping with a beautiful ---- woman. Tristan just sneered. "Sounds boring. I'd rather go home and sleep." Logan wasn't ready to give up. "Come on! Aaron finally gave me a mission, and I'm about to fail." "I'm taking the car. Thanks for tonight," Tristan said, completely ignoring his protests and peeling out of the parking lot.