Billionaire’s Baby Mama – Episode 39

Billionaire’s Baby Mama
(One Night Changed Everything)
By: MOHAMMED MULIKAT MUNAY
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YOUNGICEE STORIES
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Chapter 39
Babe’s POV
I checked myself again for the umpteenth time, making sure I’m properly covered before leaving my room. It’s actually 8pm, the time I have agreed to go see boss about taking a few hours leave. I had told him earlier today, that I would like to see him which he simply shrugged to, asking me to meet him at his study.

I placed a soft knock on it on arriving, as his deep baritone voice ushered me in. I don’t know why I feel so uneasy about this. I shouldn’t even take this permission, but for the sake that I respect him and love my job, I have to..

“Good evening sir” I greeted. “Erm…Miss Collins…can you help me out here a little.” He noted, sorting out some files on the table, which seem to be loaded with books and other scattered papers. I didn’t hesitate to go further, picking up the littered papers around before walking closer to the table.

He was so engross in arranging the files that he barely spared me a glance. But I concentrated more on him, than the books I was arranging. He is putting on his night robe, which barely covered his chest, showing his full abs, making me want to trail my hands on them…damn.

“Miss Collins….miss Collins” I heard my name, and suddenly drift out of my awful thought with a slight shock. I saw him staring directly at me, with furrowed brows

“Are you alright?” He asked. I gulped in, nodding. “Y..yes…yes I am” I replied, not sincerely though. He sighed
“You zoned out…And erm…you ain’t arranging the files properly” he added. Opss, I looked down at my hands and found out how roughly I have been setting each files, being that I wasn’t concentrating.

“I..I am sorry…” I rushed my words. We finished setting the books afterward, clearing out the other files, when he spoke up.

“So why do you intend on seeing me… Miss Collins” he asked, looking at me. I gulped in, trying not to linger the stare, cos I feel uneasy each time I do so

“Erm…I.. actually wanna take a day leave..I mean..erm. I will be having an appointment with someone” I simply noted, gulping in more. He didn’t say anything for a while but kept staring at me.

“Appointment with who?” He asked afterward. “My friend” I replied sharply, not wanting to mention Morris. Actually, the last time we spoke, he invited me to go out with him, only for me to pick a date for myself, which he will be ok with. He claimed to have missed me and wants to be sure that I’m ok after the incident with Lela; though I didn’t wish to have this date, but for the fact that Morris is my friend, I just have to.

“That’s ok…which day do you intend on having it?” He asked, not bothering to question me further, leaving me puzzled.

“That will be on Friday sir…erm, Angel would have arrived from school before I take my leave..I just need a permission from you.” I noted. He shrugged.

“You are free to leave then, but just make sure my daughter is comfortable and in the care of one of the maids, perhaps Samantha..you ain’t in a prison, so you have the freedom to have any meeting with your friends but just make sure you don’t let it affect your job” he stated. I gulped in breathing out.

“Yes sir”. He didn’t utter any more word but went to seat on a couch, situated at the left angle in the room. He crossed his leg, giving me a squinting look, making me wonder if I’m free to leave or just wait for his order.
“Do you have any more thing to tell me Miss Collins?” He asked

“No… actually…”
“Have you been paid your salary? he asked. I haven’t even thought of that, was he thinking I want to ask about it?”
“No sir…”

He picked up his phone, typed a few things into it, before looking up to me.
“Your payment had been sent…you can check it”
“Oh.. thank you sir…thanks very much”

“It’s your right…you worked for it, you shouldn’t thank me” he cooed, coldly. I gulped in, clamping my palms together. How would I tell him about my bored state whenever Angel goes to school, leaving me without any work..I mean, I needed to start doing something. I sighted a book, a novel precisely and wished to have it, to keep away boredom while passing time during the day. But how to tell him about it is giving me chills.

“Miss. Collins, I beg your pardon, do you find interest in standing there, watching me read, cos I don’t know why you ain’t out yet” he snickered. I walked a bit closer.
“Erm..sir, can I borrow a book…I saw one that caught my interest..the novel right on the table” I muttered. He scoffed

“You see that book Miss Collins..will only come with a price being paid..cos its one of my favorite books, it won’t come free” he stated. I arched my brows.
“What price?” I asked. He dropped the book he held earlier, sitting upright.

“Perhaps a little massage will do….I’m having serious pains here at my back, and considering the fact that it’s late, I can’t go to the spa …so..what do you say about that?” He asked, making me gulp in. Seeing him in his robes alone is making me drool hard, how will it be when he becomes shirtless.

I was about rejecting the deal, but didn’t know when I muttered a ‘yes’
“Fine then..let’s go to my spa room..” He smirked. I shivered wondering what awaits me in the room.
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“Is it that you love wearing oversize clothes or just don’t have better clothes to wear?” His question put me off, just in the middle of the massage. I have been trying hard not to do something drastic to his soft skin as I rub the ointment on it, smoothening it on his body. He inhale and exhale each time I massage his neck area. I was enjoying doing that, but feels like touching his silky thick hair

“Well…I..just don’t have more of moderate clothes..I love this kind of dresses actually” I chuckled nervously.

“That’s weird, your dresses look odd, I don’t like my workers dressing this way” he pointed out. How I wish he knew why I wear this..why the hell would I decide to dress this way if not for my pregnant state.

We really didn’t talk much. I wonder if his other maids does this to him, why would he ask of a massage from me. After a while, I noticed he wasn’t responding anymore to my touches, his breathing was steady; perhaps he is already asleep. I might as well touch his hair, and feel it in my hand. I thought.

My fingers were yet to relax fully into it when he grabbed my hand, dragging it away from it. The force he used made me yelp responding to the pain that came along.

“Do you dare touch my hair” he snapped, his voice sounding cold.