Paternity Reveal: My Billionaire Boss Is The Father Of My Child.

While Olivia deftly managed a flurry of drink requests behind the bar, she found her mind slipping into thoughts of her date with Chuck. She was eagerly looking forward to it, and her enthusiasm was hard to miss.

As Olivia filled the shot glasses, her eyes lit up with excitement. She and Chuck had been gearing up for this night for weeks, and she was set on making it one to remember.

Before anything else, she had to finish her shift. Olivia checked the time, hoping the minute hand would hurry up. She was so close to being done, and then she could finally head home and prep for her date.

In a rush, Olivia snatched her phone and called Chuck's number, but all she got was voicemail. She left a message, aiming for a light-hearted and playful vibe.

Olivia hurriedly snatched up her phone for what felt like the millionth time and dialed Chuck's number, her heart pounding with anticipation. When it went straight to voicemail, she left a message, doing her best to sound cheerful and fun.

"Hey babe, just wanted to let you know that it's crazy busy here at the bar, but I'll be home in a few minutes. We can finally go out and catch up. Don't change your mind, okay? I've been waiting all week for this. You promised me we'd spend some quality time together, and I'm holding you to that. Love you, bye."

While still on the phone, Olivia's boss, Kevin, approached her with a playful glint in his eye.

"Olivia, no time for phone calls, okay? All hands on deck!" he said with a chuckle.

Olivia rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Okay, boss."

Kevin winked at her. "Come on, Olivia. We need all the help we can get tonight. It's chaos out here!"

Olivia ended the call, feeling a thrill of excitement. She couldn't wait to see Chuck and start their night together.

Kevin approached Olivia with a wide smile on his face, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I told you, no boss from you, especially from you, it's Kevin," he said jokingly, almost like a whisper, clapping his hands together.

"Yeah, come on, come on, come on! Oh, come on, come on, let's go!" Kevin exclaimed, his voice booming through the bar. "We still have plenty of customers to attend to!"

As the clock ticked away, the customers began to leave one by one. Kevin, at the other end of the bar, was busy bidding farewell to the departing patrons. He made his way over to Olivia, a hint of a smile on his face.

"Time for me to head out," Kevin said, glancing at his watch. "Chloe's mom is waiting for me at home. We're having dinner together."

Mm, dinner by this time.. kevinnnnn.. she called out stretching the name.

Olivia nodded sympathetically, checking the time on her own watch.

Honestly, I could've managed things here on my own tonight, it's really not that big of a deal. You would've just gone home for dinner a bit earlier, uh? she said with a hint of worry.

Kevin chuckled. "I know you could've, but I wasn't going to leave you to deal with this chaos alone. Besides, I didn't want to leave until I knew you were okay."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. "You weren't worried about me going home alone, were you?"

Kevin shook his head. "Nah, I knew you could take care of yourself. But I did want to make sure the bar was closed up properly. It's been a crazy night."

Olivia laughed. "You're just saying that because the bar was packed and you didn't want to leave me to handle it alone."

Kevin grinned. "You caught me. Yeah, it was a madhouse tonight. But next time, I'll make sure to leave earlier and let you handle things. You're a pro, after all."

Olivia smiled, feeling a sense of appreciation for Kevin's consideration. "Thanks, Kevin. I'll keep that in mind."

"You'd better get going, then. Give Chloe's mom my best, and say hi to Chloe for me. It's been a while since I've seen her."

Kevin chuckled. "Will do. I'll make sure to pass along your greetings. And don't worry, I'll make sure to freshen up before dinner. I'm sure Chloe's mom wouldn't appreciate my, ah, 'distinctive' bar scent."

Olivia laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, probably not. You don't want to give her a heart attack."

Kevin grinned. "Exactly. So, I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Bright and early."

Olivia smiled. "Bright and early. Don't forget."

Kevin winked at her. "I wouldn't dare. See you tomorrow, Liv."

With that, Kevin headed out, leaving Olivia to close up the bar. She watched him go, a smile still on her face.

After Kevin left, Olivia poured herself a shot and tossed it back, feeling the liquor warm her chest. "Wow, now I'm back to life," she said to herself, smiling.

She closed up the bar, locked the door, and began walking down the street towards her home. As she strolled, she noticed a dog on her street, its tail wagging excitedly as it barked at her.

Olivia chuckled and shook her head. "You're such a friendly pup," she said, reaching out to pet the dog.

When she arrived at her apartment, she opened the door and was greeted by her mirror, which reflected her tired but happy face. She smiled, remembering the conversation she had with her mom earlier.

("Hey, Mom, I'm going on a date with chuck, so you should be happy for me," Olivia said to herself, mimicking her earlier conversation.)

She walked over to her closet and pulled out the red long dress she had bought for the occasion. It was a purchase she had been saving up for, using her last paycheck to treat herself.

As she slipped into the dress, Olivia felt a surge of excitement. She looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. "I look beautiful," she said, feeling confident and ready for her date.

With her red dress perfectly in place, Olivia felt a sense of excitement and anticipation. She grabbed her phone and dialed Chuck's number, her heart racing with expectation.

As the phone rang, Olivia couldn't help but smile. She was really looking forward to this date, and she hoped that everything would go perfectly.

Olivia's eyes narrowed as she stared at her phone, Chuck's number still ringing on the screen. "What the fuck?" she muttered to herself, growing increasingly worried. "Why isn't he picking up?"

She felt a surge of frustration and confusion. "Doesn't he know I'm getting ready for our date? Has he been ignoring my calls on purpose?" Olivia's mind raced with possibilities, none of them good.

"Forget this," she said aloud, tossing her phone onto the bed. "I'm not going to sit here and wait for him to decide whether or not he wants to show up. I'll just go to him instead."

Olivia grabbed her purse and headed out the door, determination etched on her face. As she walked, she hailed a taxi and gave the driver an address.

"Hey, can you drop me off at 5th and Main?" she asked, her voice firm.

The driver nodded, glancing at her in the rearview mirror. "You got it. That's gonna be about a 10-minute ride."

Olivia nodded, her eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. She was going to find out what was going on with Chuck, and she wasn't going to take it lightly this time.

As Olivia rode in the taxi, her mind wandered to the uncertainty of the evening. "Is this another joke? Is he going to ditch me again?" she thought, her frustration simmering just below the surface.

She recalled the countless times Chuck had made excuses, canceling plans at the last minute or simply not showing up. Olivia's determination hardened - she wasn't going to let him get away with it this time.

The taxi driver's voice broke into her thoughts. "Ma'am, we're here."

Olivia reached into her purse and pulled out some cash, handing it to the driver. As he handed her the change, she waved it away, a hint of annoyance on her face.

"Keep it," she said curtly.

The driver looked taken aback, but quickly recovered. "Eh, thanks... sorry about that, ma'am. You have a good evening, okay?"

Olivia gave a quick nod and hopped out of the taxi, her gaze sweeping around the area as if she were on the hunt for Chuck, ready to devour him the moment she spotted him.

As Olivia approached Chuck's apartment, she reached out to knock on the door, only to find it slightly ajar. Her eyes narrowed in annoyance. "What an idiot," she muttered to herself. "Can you imagine? Someone could just walk in and take all his stuff."

She pushed the door open slowly, her senses on high alert. The apartment was dark and quiet, which only added to her growing unease. Olivia fumbled for the light switch, flipping it on to illuminate the room.

Suddenly, a light brightened the living room, but Olivia's attention was locked onto the hallway that led to Chuck's bedroom. Her voice surged with frustration. "Chuck, what the hell? Get out here right now! You've been scheming this for ages, haven't you? Trying to bail on me? We had a date, for crying out loud! I'm not going to tolerate this!" she shouted.

Her words echoed through the apartment, but there was no response. Olivia's anger boiled over, and she stormed down the hallway, flinging open the bedroom door.

The scene before her made her blood run cold. Chuck was in bed with another woman - Melissa, a colleague from the bar. Olivia's eyes widened in shock and betrayal as she took in the sight of the two people she trusted, wrapped in each other's arms.

Olivia's eyes locked onto the scene before her, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing. Chuck and Melissa were laughing and kissing.

As soon as they noticed Olivia burst into the room, Chuck and Melissa sprang into action, hastily jumping out of bed. Chuck, half-naked, scrambled to cover himself, grabbing a shirt to throw on.

Olivia's face contorted in a mix of confusion, anger, and hurt. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of her.

"When did this all start?" Olivia demanded, her voice low and menacing. Chuck, sensing the tension, slowly stood up, his eyes darting nervously between Olivia and Melissa.

Olivia's gaze never wavered. "Tell me now, when did you start cheating on me with my colleague?" she spat, her anger boiling over.

Melissa took a step back, a guilty look on her face. "Olivia, I-" Listen Liv...

"What the fuck?!"

She gave out a nervous laugh. "Nothing. We were just... talking." Calmly, Melissa spoke up, but there was a mix of guilt and anger in her tone.

"Talking? With him half naked and you wearing his shirt with no pants or bra?" Olivia shouted out of frustration.

"Uh, it's really not what you're thinking," Melissa said as she tried to tug her shirt together, but the damage was already done.

"Oh really!! Are you serious? Because from where I'm standing, it definitely seems like you two were in the middle of something... and by something, I mean you were totally getting it on before I showed up. You were both fucking!! " Olivia exclaimed, a playful smile on her face as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Olivia shouted, her voice trembling slightly.

"Look, it was... it was just a mistake." Melissa kept going, her expression completely free of any remorse.

"A mistake? A mistake that results in your nipples being completely obvious through that shirt? A mistake that has him scrambling to grab his pants?" With a sharp tone, Olivia pointed at them..

"Okay, it wasn't a mistake, but it is... complicated......" Melissa chimed in with a low voice, her expression completely lacking any remorse.

Before she could get another word out, Olivia interrupted, her anger spilling over. "So Chuck is what made you leave early tonight, is that it? Answer me, you goddamn bitch!" she screamed, her fingers tugging at her hair in frustration, messing up the look she painstakingly created.

You told Kevin you had a headache, but you were really meeting up with Chuck behind my back."

Olivia's eyes blazed with fury. "How long have you been screwing my boyfriend, Melissa? How long have you been betraying me?"

Olivia's anger boiled over as she turned to face Chuck, who had been quietly observing the scene. She slowly walked towards him, her fists clenched, and began hitting him on the chest.

"Tell me, fucking tell me, when did you start screwing each other?" Olivia screamed, her voice echoing through the apartment.

Chuck tried to defend himself, grabbing Olivia's hands to stop her from hitting him. "Olivia, I'm sorry... it just happened," he stammered.

Olivia's eyes blazed with fury. "When did you start? The day you brought me flowers to my workplace, because obviously that was the first you were at my bar. Was that the first time you two hooked up?" She demanded.

Chuck hesitated before speaking. "I met Melissa a long time ago, before I met you. We didn't have a serious relationship back then... but after she came back into my life, I don't know what came over me."

"When...? All this time... I had no idea... how could I not see...?" she stuttered, her voice shaking..

Olivia's expression twisted in disgust. "You two make me want to throw up!" she shouted as she turned to leave.

As she stumbled out of the apartment, Olivia felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She didn't bother to call a cab, instead opting to walk and clear her head.

Her feet struggled to carry her, as if weighed down by the heavy emotions bearing down on her. Olivia muttered to herself, trying to make sense of the betrayal she had just witnessed.

As Olivia walked down the street, trying to process the events of the evening, her phone rang, breaking the silence. She hesitated for a moment before answering, seeing her best friend Roselyn's name on the screen.

With an uplifting spirit, Roselyn's voice reached out to her. "Hey! Are you there? Hey!"

Olivia battled with her thoughts, her emotions still deeply stirred. Roselyn, sensing the struggle, softened her voice with genuine concern. "Are you still with me? How have you been holding up?"

Olivia's dam finally broke, and she burst into tears. "Ro!" she sobbed, using the nickname she fondly called her friend.

After Olivia screamed out Roselyn's name, her friend immediately asked, "What's wrong? What's going on?"

Olivia was overwhelmed with grief, her tears streaming down her face as she struggled to catch her breath. Roselyn's heart ached for her friend, and she spoke softly, "It's okay, just keep breathing. Can you tell me where you are? I'm on my way to you now."

Olivia finally found her words, fumbling a bit with her reply. "I... I'm at the corner of 24th and Main."

Roselyn kept her tone steady and comforting. "Alright, I'm heading out now. Just hang tight, and I'll be there to get you soon."

Roselyn reassured her, "I'm on my way. Just stay there."

When Roslyn pulled up to pick up Olivia, her luxury car gleamed under the streetlights. The glossy black ride showcased Roselyn's affluent background, boasting polished leather seats and an impressive sound system.

Roselyn stepped out of the car, her expression a mix of concern and worry. She gently helped Olivia into the passenger seat, carefully fastening her seatbelt before stroking her hair in a soothing gesture.

"There, there, everything's going to be okay," Roselyn said softly, watching as Olivia's tears kept streaming down her face.

Once Olivia was settled, Roslyn slid back into the driver's seat and started the engine. As she pulled away from the curb, she asked, "What happened, Liv? What's going on?"

Olivia took a deep breath, launching into a tearful explanation of the evening's events. Roselyn listened attentively, her expression growing increasingly incredulous.

"That jerk!" Roselyn shouted, her tone filled with anger. "I had a feeling he would pull something like this. I just knew he wasn't trustworthy. I suspected he was playing you for a fool."

Olivia's head shook as tears rolled down her cheeks. "You did try to warn me, Ro. I recall you saying I should be careful with him."

Roslyn looked really frustrated. "I didn't warn you just once, Liv. I brought it up several times. I specifically said he was trouble, but you refused to listen. You thought I was just being overly dramatic."

Olivia let out a deep sigh, her emotions swirling inside her-anger, pain, and regret all fighting for attention. "I get it, Ro. I'm really sorry. I should've paid more attention to what you were saying."

Roslyn gently touched Olivia's arm. "Hey, it's really not your fault, Liv. You cared about him, and you wanted to trust him. But now, you've seen what's real."

Roslyn's tone shifted to serious. "Now that you're aware, it's time to focus on yourself. You really deserve much more than someone like Chuck."

Roslyn couldn't hide her scorn. "And of all people, it's Melissa! I really think she's been toying with you, Liv. You absolutely deserve better than that!"

Roslyn's expression changed to a sly smile. "You know, I was thinking... there's a party tonight that I was planning to attend. Some of my rich friends are going to be there, and they're really interesting guys. They're hot, too."

Olivia raised an eyebrow, slightly intrigued. Roslyn continued, "They invited me to bring a friend, and I think you could use a night out. You might feel better, you know, taking your mind off things."

Roslyn's voice took on a persuasive tone. "Plus, there's this one guy who's really nice. I think you'd like him. He's charming, handsome... and I think he might be into you, considering the fact that I have told him alot about you.. , but um... he hasn't really given any feedback yet....

Roslyn's smile grew wider. "No, no, it's not that he's into you... yet. But I think you two would really hit it off. His name is Crowley. But, we... we somehow dubbed him 'Dolla Dolla Bill' hehe.. because he's one of the wealthiest billionaires in town. And, oh my gosh, he's incredibly handsome."

Olivia lifted an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.

"Well he was once married but he got divorced". Since you're both single, I was thinking... perhaps I could introduce you to Crowley" Roselyn chuckled, a playful smile dancing on her lips.

Olivia sighed, knowing Roslyn was trying to distract her from the pain. "I know you're trying to help, Ro. But honestly, right now, I just want to get drunk and forget about everything."

Roslyn's eyes sparkled with mischief. "So, what do you say? Want to come with me and forget about Chuck for a while?"

They arrived at the bar, a grand and luxurious establishment that seemed to be a hotspot for the wealthy elite. As they stepped inside, Roselyn quickly took charge, gently cleaning up Olivia's face and trying to restore her battered confidence.

With Olivia looking slightly more composed, the two friends walked hand in hand into the crowded bar. Suddenly, a voice called out from across the room, "Roselyn! Roselyn!"

A handsome young man, Sam, hurried over to greet them, flashing a charming smile. "Wow, you look amazing tonight!" he exclaimed, his eyes locked on Roselyn.

However, Roselyn's response was lukewarm, and she seemed uninterested in Sam's advances.

"So, is he a friend?" Olivia questioned, looking to Roselyn for clarity. Roselyn smiled and said, "Yes, we know each other quite well."

Sam laughed and tried to persuade Roselyn to join him for a drink, saying, "Come on, I'm not trying to hit on your friend. Let's just grab a drink, you and me."

But Roselyn firmly shut him down, her tone firm but polite. "I've warned you before, Sam. We can't keep doing this. Just leave me alone, okay?"

Roselyn took Olivia by the hand and led her to a cozy corner of the bar where their friends were hanging out. The atmosphere was buzzing, with laughter and drinks flowing, and they greeted the two of them with enthusiastic cheers and applause.

A friend of theirs shouted, 'Roselyn, come on! Join us over here!' Roselyn gestured towards a vacant chair in the corner, showing Olivia where to settle down.

As they got into the groove, their friends handed out drinks, and the whole place felt more upbeat. Still, with all the noise and joy around her, Olivia found herself getting a bit stressed. The music was blaring, and the sheer number of people was a bit much for her.

Olivia really wanted to grab Roselyn's attention, so she shouted her name, but Roselyn was completely immersed in the party fun. The music was so loud that Olivia's voice just blended right in, and Roselyn didn't hear her at all.

Feeling overwhelmed, Olivia took a deep breath, grabbed a bottle and a glass, and quietly stepped away from the group to seek out a peaceful place where she could gather her thoughts.

Olivia settled into her new seat, lost in thought as she sipped her drink. She mechanically ordered another cup, and another, her mind preoccupied.

Just as she was taking a sip from her next cup, a smooth voice interrupted her reverie. "Hey, you look like you're trying to forget something."

Olivia turned around slowly to see who was talking to her, and her eyes widened at the sight of the striking stranger. He was dressed to the nines in a fitted suit, and his shoes gleamed like they were brand new. With those sharp cheekbones and intense eyes, he could easily be a model for a high-end fashion magazine.

The unknown man grinned and, without saying a word, dragged a chair next to Olivia. 'Seems like you're trying to block something out,' he remarked, his gaze fixed on her.

He waved over the bartender and asked for a shot.

Crowley raised his hands in a soothing motion. "Whoa there! I'm not looking to cause any trouble. Just popped by for a party, but the racket was a bit much. Seems like you weren't too keen on it either, right?"

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Since we both needed a break from the noise, why don't we just enjoy some quiet time together?"

Olivia lifted an eyebrow, her voice decisive. "Um, hello? I didn't signal that I wanted company, so I'm not sure why you're right beside me."

Crowley didn't bat an eye at Olivia's protest. He looked at the empty bottles laid out and whistled softly. "One, two, three... wow, did you really just polish off three bottles? What on earth would've happened to you?"

Olivia shot him a glare, her tone dripping with irritation. "Why do you care? It's not your concern."

Crowley laughed softly, his eyes narrowing with amusement. "Alright, that's fair. But let me take a shot in the dark. Recent breakup? Family drama? Those tend to be the reasons folks hit the bottle like this."

Despite her usual guard, Olivia's face betrays a hint of softness. The way the stranger spoke warm and gentle made her feel surprisingly calm. 'I guess maybe,' she murmured.

Crowley gave a knowing nod. "Looks like you're hitting the bottle pretty hard. How about I help you get home safe?" He waved to the bartender and requested a glass of water alongside a cup of coffee. "Here, take these. You'll thank me tomorrow!"

Olivia's voice had that raspy edge from the drinks as she turned down the stranger's suggestion. "No thanks, I'm good," she said, brushing it away.

Crowley's eyes glimmered with worry, yet he gave a nod. "It's your choice. Now, I'm curious,what's going on? Why are you downing those drinks?"

Olivia looked off into the distance, her voice soft as she said, 'You got it. It's a breakup.'

Crowley gave a sympathetic nod. "I feel for you. But hey, we all have our tough moments. You'll bounce back before you know it."

While he was talking, he casually touched Olivia's shoulder. That simple touch sent a shockwave through her, and suddenly, she felt drawn to him in a way she couldn't explain. Her heart raced, and she found herself questioning why she was feeling this intense attraction to someone she barely knew.

Olivia's gaze was glued to his face, mesmerized by his good looks and sculpted physique. It felt like her heart was on fire, tempting her to lean forward and kiss him.

"Is everything okay?" he inquired softly, his tone calm and soothing, as though he could feel the unease hanging in the air between them.

Olivia's voice was a whisper. "There's really nothing... just nothing at all."

Olivia got to her feet all of a sudden, swaying a little from the drinks. "I think I'm gonna head out now," She said , her voice steady but a bit mumbled.

Crowley quickly got up, worry written all over his face. "Do you need a hand getting home? You've definitely had your share tonight."

Olivia waved her hand nonchalantly, wanting to seem more put together than she actually was. "I'm good, really. I can handle this on my own."

Just as she moved ahead, her legs felt a bit shaky and she nearly lost her balance. Crowley quickly grabbed her elbow to help her steady herself. "Are you sure you can make it on your own?" he asked with a soft voice.

As soon as Olivia fell into his arms, Crowley quickly grabbed her and began to leave the bar. His personal assistant, Johnson, followed closely behind, receiving instructions to open the car door.

Crowley gently placed Olivia inside, sitting her down and resting her head against the seat. Benson got in on the other side, while the stranger sat down beside Olivia, his body close to hers.

Oh my goodness, my friend Roselyn is probably trying to find me... where's my phone? It's got to be in here somewhere! Just as she searched through her bag, her phone started ringing, and she reached for it sleepily...

Crowley glanced at the name, his face giving nothing away. Is that the Roselyn I know? he pondered but quickly shook off the thought. There are just too many Roselyns out there; it's probably not my friend..

Olivia picked up the phone, her words a little mumbled. "H-hello?"

Roselyn's voice rang out, sounding both loud and frantic. 'Hey girl, where the hell are you?'

Olivia massaged her temples, hoping to ease her thoughts. "I guess I'm... going home? Or maybe I won't. Honestly, it doesn't really matter to me."

Roselyn sounded a bit puzzled. "Yeah, sure... I didn't catch Crowley anywhere. Could be he just skipped out, or perhaps he left before I got there. Not really sure."

Olivia felt a bit out of it, but she did her best to stay engaged in the chat.

Roselyn said, "I had planned to introduce you two tonight, but since I didn't spot him, maybe we can connect tomorrow instead. Let's talk it over then, alright? Bye for now, love you!"

Crowley couldn't tear his eyes away from Olivia's face, his expression a total mystery.

The driver, Johnson, asked, "Where are we headed, sir?"

Crowley shot a cheeky grin at Olivia, who seemed lost in her own world. She hardly paid attention to the chat, staring blankly into nothing.

For just a moment, Crowley's grin faltered before he replied, "Come on, Johnson, let's go home."

Johnson gave a nod and started driving, skillfully steering through the streets on their way. Olivia was silent, deep in thought, while Crowley sat next to her, watching her with a mix of worry and interest.