Lahat ng Kabanata ng A baby for the billionaire: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

She opened her browser and typed in his name. Isaac Dun. She hadn’t searched him in years and the first thing that came up was a recent photo of him stepping out of a sleek black car. She scrolled down and it was his company with the location and building address in this city. She stared at it for a second before grabbing her purse. The cab ride was quiet. She kept checking her phone, unlocking it, then locking it again. The article was still there. So was the image. The world had seen it, her skin, his bed. It was everywhere. She pressed the phone face-down on her lap and looked out the window. It made her sick. How he could stay invisible for years and still have the power to ruin everything in seconds. She had spent so long avoiding the spotlight, hiding her name, hiding her past. And now, because of him, all of it was back. The cab slowed down. She looked up. It was huge,the building, of course. All glass and metal. People walked in and out without looki

The car slowed to a stop, gravel crunching under the tyres until everything went quiet. Isabel looked around. They were deep in the trees now. There were no lights, houses, just leaves and thick forest on every side. “Why are we stopping here?” Isaac didn’t answer right away. He turned off the engine and leaned over her seat. She jerked back. “What are you doing?” His fingers brushed the buckle. “Taking off your seatbelt.” “I can do it myself.” The belt unclicked. His arm lingered too close to her chest for too long. She could feel the warmth of him, smell the faint trace of something clean and expensive on his collar. He pulled back without a word, stepped out, and closed his door. She watched him move around the car. The leaves shifted in the breeze, and the light above the trees barely touched the ground. He opened her door and held it. She didn’t move. He reached for her wrist and tugged her out. She stumbled slightly, catching herself on the side of th

She pulled her bra back on, fumbling a little with the clasp, still catching her breath. Her hair stuck to her neck, and the room was too quiet. Isaac was slipping his shirt over his head when she turned toward him. “We didn’t address the actual issue,” she said, voice still rough. “You posting that damn photo and letting it go viral.” He looked up, jaw tense. “I didn’t post it.” She scoffed, bending to pick her jeans off the floor. “You expect me to believe that?” He stepped closer, dragging his zipper up. “I swear. If that picture’s out there, it means someone was watching us. That’s why I brought you here. We’re not safe until we know who it was.” She stood still, holding her shirt in her hand. “So someone was watching... and instead of warning me, you dragged me into the woods like I’m some secret you need to hide?” “I’m trying to protect you.” She shook her head, rubbing her temple. “You and that word…” He sighed and leaned against the edge of the counter. “You

She thought deeply about it. "I guess you can say that I didn't," she pulled away to look up at him, "why are you asking?" "I don't know, I just..." He scratched the back of his neck nervously, "it feels like I'm in a dream and what we have now is temporary but I just want to do everything I can with you in this short time and..." She cut him off, putting her arms around his neck and standing on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. "Let's do it," she smiled when she pulled away. "Great, there's nothing to pack so..." "Wait," her brows furrowed, "we are going now?" "Yes, one more minute here and I can just tell you will change your mind," he said. She almost laughed, "but it's the damn middle of the night." "Exactly," he grabbed her by the wrist, “so we have no time to waste." As he tugged her toward the door, she shook her head, "so we're just going to pretend your crazy wife didn't just pop in minutes ago and-" He cut her off by opening the door. “Isabel.” She

"What are you doing?" She asked when she saw him shift a little. "We didn't come here to sleep," he teased. She way he'd him closely. He moved closer, one knee pressing into the mattress beside her thigh. “You’re doing good.” Her mouth parted. “What are you going to do to me?” He didn’t answer. Instead, she heard a sound. A sharp metallic clink and then the low slide of leather. “What was that?” “My belt.” Her breath caught. “You’re going to hit me?” “No.” She could feel the mattress shift as he moved. “Then why…” He leaned down until his mouth brushed her ear. “Because I want you to know I could.” Her body stiffened. He kissed her cheek gently. “But I won’t,not unless you ask for it.” The belt dropped to the floor with a quiet thud. She jumped slightly. “You okay?” he asked. She whispered, “Green.” “Good girl.” She swallowed hard. He trailed a single finger down her arm, then across her ribs, slow enough to make her squirm. “Keep your legs cl