Chapter 96 – Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel

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In the end, Elliot decided that he didn’t want to suppress his desires anymore. He leaned forward to press his lips against her cheek. Right then, she clung to his neck before she planted kisses on the man’s cheek. “Be a good boy, Jared…”

Both of their faces were right in front of each other, and Elliot could feel the woman’s breath as she exhaled on his neck. The sensation felt like feathers that seemed to tug on his heartstrings. Elliot could feel his blood boiling with desire. He wasn’t that much of a gentleman—he was prepared to take action with this woman if she didn’t let go of him soon.

Anastasia rubbed against his neck again before she shifted to touch his ear with her nose. It seemed almost as if she were trying to seduce him.

Elliot’s prominent Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he tried his best not to let his hormones get the better of him. He was close to exploding. Never once had a woman made him so horny—this woman, on the other hand, managed to do it in her sleep, but he couldn’t sleep with her no matter how much he wanted to. All he could focus on was restraining himself while this woman continued to do whatever she desired to do.

In the end, Anastasia seemed to have developed some distaste for the man’s strong hormones. She flipped to the other side of the bed for some fresh air, and she finally set the man free. He got out of his stiff position and stood up only to realize that he was soaked in sweat. He had showered for no reason. I guess I’ll have to take another cold shower.

After that, he no longer came to his room. Anastasia got the big bed all to herself, and she rolled all over the bed. It was nearly 4.00AM by the time she woke up on her own. When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring at a decorative chandelier that hung above her. This is definitely not my house. Oh gosh!

Her body shot upright in terror as she cracked her head to recall what had happened. Her last memory was of herself getting into Elliot’s car. So… Is this Elliot’s house?

Did he not send me home? Did he bring me to his house instead? Anastasia immediately checked herself to make sure that her clothes were still on. It didn’t seem like it had been taken off, either. She hastily got off the bed to find that her shoes were gone, so she had no choice but to walk barefoot on the clean ground.

She glanced at the clock beside the bed to see that it was nearly 4.30AM. The skies were still dark outside. Did this man just get me to sleep in his house? What about my son? Is my dad at home with Jared? Anastasia quietly walked down the stairs. There were wall lights that surrounded the whole villa, so it made her feel like she was a lost princess that was walking around in a grand, luxurious castle.

Finally, she found her bag on the couch downstairs. She immediately checked her phone to see the text that she had sent her father and her father’s reply. Phew. At least Elliot knew to tell my dad to take care of Jared. Anastasia fixed her messy hair as she thought, I have no choice but to stay here since it’s now the middle of the night. Hmm… The room I was in earlier seemed like the master bedroom. Then where did Elliot sleep?

She figured that she would tour his house since he was asleep. When she went up to the second floor, she suddenly realized that there was a room with its lights turned on. She wanted to ask him why he brought her home, so she quietly turned the doorknob to push the door open. She found herself in a study room, where a man was sleeping on the couch with his head resting on his arm.

Anastasia froze. Is he actually sleeping on the couch? On top of that… He’s just wearing sweatpants. She was so shocked that her hand slipped off the doorknob. A loud bang sounded as the door moved back and hit against the door stopper. She immediately slapped her hand over her mouth—a comical gesture considering that it didn’t serve any purpose.

The man’s thick lashes fluttered before he opened his eyes. Even though he had been awakened from his sleep, he had the same mesmerizing look in his eyes. He curled his lips into a smirk as he stared at the woman by the door while sitting upright. “Are you awake?” He narrowed his eyes as he smiled.

She felt rather bad for waking him up, but she proceeded with the question she had for him. “Why did you bring me to your place? You should’ve sent me home.”

“Do you have any idea how bad you look when you’re drunk? What would Jared think if he saw his mother getting drunk like that?” He didn’t bother to sugarcoat his words. She immediately knitted her brows into a frown. Did I go crazy after getting drunk? Fine. I guess I agree with what he said. It’s true that my son shouldn’t see me like that. She tugged on the door to close it as she spoke to Elliot. “You can continue sleeping! I won’t disturb you anymore.” Then, she shut the door before walking down the corridor. She was going to wait in the hall until sunrise.

Since she woke him up, Elliot no longer felt like sleeping. He returned to his room and washed up before putting on some clothes and walking over to the hall. Anastasia had gone to the fridge to get herself a drink, and she was just feeling rather creeped out by the large hall when she heard footsteps coming from behind. She instantly spun her head around to find the man with one hand stuck into his pocket. He strolled over with a lazy look on his face.

“Aren’t you going to sleep?” she asked while looking at him.

“I can’t sleep anymore,” he replied flatly. Then, he walked over to the fridge to grab himself a bottle of beer. He sipped on it as he walked back to her. She felt nauseous just at the sight of alcohol. “Why are you drinking in the middle of the night? It’s not good for your stomach,” she uttered in a confused tone.

“Do you care about me that much?” He sat on the couch beside her and gave her a faint smile.

“I don’t care about you; I’m caring about myself. I’m afraid that you might get horny after you’re drunk.” Anastasia didn’t bother to be nice to him either. The man had a history of doing such things, after all.

He let out a scoff as he couldn’t believe what the woman just said about him. “Are you that confident about my interest in you?” He put on an offended expression.