Mr Billionaires Secret Baby

Chapter 33

The investor lists had finally been concluded and finalised after several weeks of planning, stressing, and even

hosting. It was proving to be positive as far as | could see. With simpressive investors on my companies

sides, success was guaranteed to soon follow.

| signed the last of the files being Mr. Vanderbilts one. He was the most impressionable one by far. His company

was well known on a global scale. The man was wealthy behind belief and he could afford any thing he wished

even the women on his side were expensive.

Closing the folder, | pushed it to the side right where the sun had shined through the large window creating a

designated rectangular to which the files stacked up in.

| was finally done and was about to lean my weight against the comfortable office chair when my door opened

and in walked Lucy. Her steps were eager causing her hair to bounce around in the sleek back pony tail it had

been in. Her heels clicked against the marble tiling and her crimson coloured I*ps were set in a gleeful, estatic

smile.

“You won't believe what | had just recieved in the mail this morning!” She waved the black envelope in her hand

that had a familiar crest embossed in the middle of it.

“I won't until you tell me.” | swung my chair enough to face her, my own curiosity highly piqued.

Lucy handedthe envelope to take and | did but her excitement couldn’t contain itself neither did her

impatience wait until | actually got the envelope open.

year. The

“It’s an invite but not just any invite. It's an invite to the most sought after event of the Vanderbilt Ball in the

nof charity.” Lucy’s voice rose an octave but | understand her reaction to this.

The Vanderbilt Ball was reserved to just business associates and partners to the company. Not a soul extra.

Having just finalised the contract with them, it madethe newest, or at least one of, addition. You get to rub

elbows with renowned business men and broaden the network effortlessly. Being seen at such an event itself

boded well for ones reputation. It gave of the notion that one was in line with them and on the slevel.

“It arrived just this morning, minutes ago in fact.” Lucy reiterated and | looked at the invite that finally

unravelled itself.

The gold calligraphy against the black tri- folded paper proudly invited me, requesting my presence at the ball

this coming weekend.

“I'll be damned.” | whispered still, over coming my surprise but | was overjoyed by this.

It felt like an indicator that | was doing sthing right. | guess Lucy knew it too hence her own thrill over this

invitation.

“It’s a fancy event from what | heard over the years. The pictures that cout from there are always perfect

like it had been professionally photographed. The whole thing is kept hidden from the paps on a secret location

that is only revealed an hour before the Ball. You can’t even be chauffer driven there.” She added that last bit

with a hauty tone which maderaise a brow at her.

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“That's surprising. I'd think that chauffeurs would be welcsince such high end socialites attended. | pointed

out but she waved her head from side to side.

“They used to allow it until one year a chauffer was responsible for ratting out the location.” She explained and |

pursed my I*ps finally understanding why this was so.

| opened my mouth to ask Lucy for a list of the people attending but my phone began buzzing loudly against the

wooden table. Lucy excused herself and | reached for my phone but immediately held back from answering it.

Dante’s number flashed across the screen but | was not going to answer it. He was trying to contactever

since the last the was in my office but | kept dodging his calls. No good could cof us giving in to our

desires where he was still in a relationship and | had a business that | couldn't risk, a child that could get easily

dragged in to all of this if | was not careful.

| pushed my phone to the side and let it ring until it stopped. My entire b*dy was still electrified at the mere

thought of him. Shunned for years only to be unleashed so vigorously by the man who last touched me. | thought

after having one orga sm from him fingers would be enough to ridif the ache but it had only sthe

opposite making it more greedy, more ferocious, and downright mind boggling.

The severity of this shared desire was proof enough of why it’s best | keep away from him. A man like Dante was

not easily shook. He had enough to wealth and security to ensure that his life moved smoothly. He had enough

power to ensure that he remained unshaken but what about me?

|

gave my head a shake and pushed my seat back before leaving to go get sthing to eat. | also had to break

the news about the Vanderbilt Ball to Adam. | knew that he would be just as estatic knowing exactly how big of a

deal this was.

The rest of the week went by like a whirlwind. Between making several stops until | found the perfect dress and

it’s accessories, taking Hayley to her phyappointments and her little dates that she wanted to go on, | was

exhausted by the end of each day. To top it all off, | had to make an actual effort in dodging Dante like the

plague.

The man was not willing to give up. He called my phone countless of times, ha rras sed Lucy for ‘not knowing

where | was, and even showed up at my office but | had been in meetings which served to my own benefit. |

would deal with him at sother tonly because being in the sroom as him, breathing the sair as

him, being close enough to reach out and know that he would be mere inches away from my touch was agony.

The night of the Ball had finally arrived and it was most anticipated. | had a full scrub down shower by the end of

which | had to sit down for a little bit so I didn’t faint from the steam but once | had. recovered, | unzipped the

black bag concealing the ruby encrusted dress that | would wear. My inner child was dancing in nostalgic bliss to

play dress up just on a much fancier scale.

I slid on a pair of lady black matching underwear for comfort and seemlessness before | dried my hair then

worked on styling it in to a sleek, pulled back chignon leaving a few curled tendrils to frmy face. | moved on

to make up which | made sure to keep dewy and fresh. | didn’t think this event called for dark, sultry tones and

instead | went with a clean make up look adding just the right amount of rouge to my cheekbones. | completed

the look with a crimson I*p before turning to retrieve the dress from the hanger.

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It was a breath taking dress that hugged my figure to perfection. The square n*eckline kept it elegant whilst the

beading added the sparkle and the flare that revealed just enough of leg kept it playful. It had every thing a

dress for such an even could need. | sI*pped on a pair of heels and a teardrop white gold earrings then stood

back and inspected the look in the large mirror of my dressing

room.

| nodded, grinning in approval at how satisfied | was with this look. It all ctogether better than | thought it

would and | was more than ready to set our for the night and frolick with the elite socialites. It was a big

achievement for me, one that happened over such a short time.

You look like a princess, mama.” | turned to find Hayley in her wheel chair at the door way with

Nancy behind her.

Today was one of the days where she had grown tired and her legs didn’t cooperate the best but it was also one

of those instances where she was okay with it. When she was okay with her situation then it made it easier for

every one but, naturally. | never faulted her for how she felt. She was even comfortable enough to be left this

evening with Nancy even though | reassured her that | would easily stay back.

“Thank you, Hayley.” | moved over to her to place a k*ss on her soft hair. “Do you know what you want to do

tonight?” | asked since she always liked to plan things with Nancy when | would be out for the evening.

“We are going to watch a movie and Nancy is going to make popcorn. | lovespopcorn.” She pressed her

I*ps together as she smiled.

| chuckled and ruffled her hair a little bit. “Sounds like fun. | would just rather be hwith you and not wearing

these heels all night long.” | complained but she saw right through me.

“Lying is horrible, mama.” She said the line | always said to her and we both laughed.

After making sure that she was settled. | left for the ball feeling my heart hammer eager against my chest with

each street | took that leadcloser to the venue.

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