A Baby for the Billionaire

13

KEREM

Once I'm in the shower, I don't know why I feel so excited. It had been a long time since I felt like this, especially for a woman. Has Juliet made me feel that for a moment I could forget about Zara? Of course not, I still keep her in mind, since her departure there has not been a single second that I do not think of her, even asleep she continues to persist in my thoughts, in my memories, in my emotions that strive to keep her clinging to my being .

Cold water envelops my body and I try to focus on what the meeting will mean later, but the idea of ​​Juliet being on the other side of the door right now doesn't help me. Will she already be out? Will she have changed? What if I go out just at the moment that she is changing her clothes? Has she gone to Ali's governess's room to see her and thus avoid being here with me as much as possible? I need my own privacy, protect it and feel safe with my own inner anger. Everyone says that sooner or later I will continue my life beyond Zara, I never expected to be... a widower... God, no! Not that word with me! If I got married, I swore that it would be for life and not what reality tries to impose on me. At first I was in complete denial, I didn't want any idea that that accident could have been real.

But everything just happened, everything continued, everything in the world continued and something so terrible had to happen without any pain or glory!

I can't stop thinking about her for a moment about it, I don't stop my thoughts. I can't believe that something like this has come into my life causing me to rethink everything, completely everything.

I must force myself to keep her in my thoughts, but the tension between my legs makes me keep Juliet on my mind.

She is there.

Wow.

I cannot fall into committing something crazy.

I have to think and process things differently, I have to keep my focus and my impulses.

I change the water to cold completely and stay that way until the moment comes when I decide to get out of the shower.

My more irrational side begs that Juliet is still there as soon as I'm out of the shower, but already wrapped in a towel and showing my enthusiasm, I find that the room is empty and that her things are incorporated to one side.

I sigh and let myself fall at the foot of the bed, stunned watching my own reflection in the glass wall of the room.

"I see you've already met!" Neville bellows happily as we find Juliet with the governess and little Ali in the hotel dining room on the ground floor. It seems that they have had juice. I hope they have not given the child an orange, that could cause him problems. In my house, the child's nutritionist is in charge of bringing him a diet rich in nutrients with the corresponding schedules.

"Thammy. Judith." I greet them.

"Um, her name is Juliet, sir," Neville says quietly beside me. The aforementioned rolls her eyes when she hears me.

Juliet is sitting in a large set of armchairs with my son in her arms while Ali dies of laughter while she does something to him with her hands, hiding her face behind her palms and revealing herself again.

"What are you doing to my son?" I ask him.

"Playing. Which the father himself probably doesn't do with him," she assures, hugging him. He also holds out his hands.

How is it that in such a short time they have hit it off so well? I wonder if Juliet has younger siblings or children.

I doubt if she had a child she would have decided to take on this trip.

Geez, I don't know anything about her. I also don't understand why I feel interested, it shouldn't be like that.

It's not that I'm interested in her, it's just that it makes me a little curious if she'd be such a bad mother to have a child and left him without her own protection as the one who should be in charge.

I am misjudging.

I shouldn't be thinking these kinds of things, she's barely twenty years old, ten years younger than me and very talented, but an attitude that won't get her anywhere.

"Of course I do play with my son," I counterattack.

Both Neville and Thammy make a strange sound, like they're swallowing a laugh. I look at my assistant from the side, disapprovingly.

Don't expose me, Neville.

"Let's see," she says, holding Ali out by her little arms. "Hold him."

"What?"

"Hold your son."

"I don't have to do that."

"Juliet..." Thammy gets in the way. "Better not."

The boy is in front of me and he has a bad face.

Silly boy, you shouldn't be about to cry standing in front of your father! I myself feel uncomfortable looking at his face.

Once Ali hugs her to her chest again, I freeze, glaring at him, and say to Juliet,

"You're lucky you know Turkish, but I don't understand how you could have scored well on that app." I will do justice.

"You'll see that I will meet your expectations and even more," Juliet assures, turning Ali against her chest and the little boy wraps his little arms around her neck, hiding his face, as if his father's ogre had never existed.

"Let's go," I warn them.

Neville stays with Thammy, but Juliet doesn't go any further.

I turn to her.

"What's going on?"

"Why don't they come?" she asks about the others, even with my son in her arms.

"Because this is just the three of you outing," Neville says. "It is a welcome lunch with the families."

Juliet turns to me.

There is a question mark on her face.

"I know," I say, after a long breath. "But it's not like I can put a sign in your face that says you're not who others think you might be."

"I can if you want. I will say that you wanted to."

"You're kidding right?"

"He needs the company of a beautiful woman and his son there," Neville says, turning to Juliet. He fixes a lock of hair that falls over her forehead so that it falls behind one ear and adds, "Don't worry, it's not pretending. Just lunch. Just try not to get Mr. Deniz in trouble, okay?"

"I'm not that terrible of a person either...or am I?"

This she asks, looking at me.

I give a slightly macabre giggle and turn my back on her to leave the hotel.

Eye contact bothers me.

Not with her.

I hate daring people, even more so if it's an employee of mine. Yet she is so insufferable. The more daring, the more it catches me.

What's wrong with Juliet?