Mr Billionaires Secret Baby

Chapter 93

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It was the beginning of week three and | had had it up to here with these d amn reporters. Not only were they becoming tiring and a bit boring in the sense of move the hell on by now but after what they had done last night, | had lost my absolute cool with them.

Scott and | had been followed by some under cover papara zzi who sneakily took out pictures of us dining together but, as always, taken it entirely out of context. | was beyond seething when | had woken up the following morning and saw the news greet me like smack in the face.

Was every single dam n thing that | did from here on going to be taken out of context and used as the subject to create scandal based purely out of falsehood?

It didn’t help that Scott had been determined to create physical contact be it holding my hand over the table or to the departing kiss he places on my cheek when he dropped me of. Both times had caught me entirely off guard and | pulled away immediately but da mmit.

| watched from my office as they flocked the entrance in an even larger number than | could recall. My blood began to boil and | knew that I had to take drastic action to get these leeches away once and for all.

Company security was not enough to deter them and | needed more than that so | made a few calls to the security company and requested back up. All | had to do was wait for them to show

up and scare all of them away.

My foot tapped against the floor making a sound each time the soul of my shoe had hit the ground. Employees had began coming through and | watched as my own company members tensed up as they were swarmed by the reporters but scurried away to get in to the building.

One reporter in particular stood out to me. | saw her chestnut coloured hair and that familiar pixie cut and knew that that had been the reporter responsible for capturing last night’s images with out

context.

| checked my watch. It would be a matter of minutes before the security back up gets here and | wanted to speak to this reporter who went by the name of Taylor Jenkins. She had proudly plastered her name beneath the article she published and it took less than 2 Google searched to find images and information on her.

From what | gathered, she was just some young college student looking to make some extra cash from selling gossip which was some thing she did exceedingly well. Not that | admired her but it was worth pointing out.

| rode the elevator down to the lobby then hopped out the second it opened up. Employees greeted. me as they walked past and | offered them a curt nod because my entire attention had been focussed on confronting the little sh it who had published the lies. 1/3

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“Ma'am | do not advise that you go out there.” The security guard at the front entrance warned but | ignored him and pushed through the revolving doors until | was exposed to the brutal flashing of camera’s and swarmed with questions.

| didn’t dare say a word to them when | knew just how greatly that had costed me the last time | tried to engage with these scu mbags. As if right on time, an SUV pulled up sorting the security company’s logo on the side. The SUV had come to a halt and immediately large, muscular men dressed in black emerged and began dispersing them.

They had all forgotten about me in an instant but my eye was fixed on Taylor Jenkins. | watched as a flash of fear washed over her when she saw the security team come at them but she had also seen me stare at her which caused her to step away but | shook my head at her and motioned for her to come forward.

Taylor had taken a few steps closer until she was only an arms length away from me but | saw her hesitate and turn around preparing her own escape. | didn’t waste any time and closed the distance managing to catch the back of the leather jacket she had thrown over her small frame.

She fought against my grasp but | kept the material balled tightly in my hold but Taylor acted fast and undid the zipper causing the jacket to come off before she began running. However, she didn’t get too far before one of the security guards saw me try to get her and caught her before she could

get away.

The man was four times her size and she didn’t stand a chance escaping from him. “Let me go! I will sue!” She threatened the security then flared at me as she was brought closer.

The rest of the cohorts had still been scurrying of with the security hot on their heels but | didn’t care too much about that.

“Not if you're prepared to be sued for defamation amongst other things.” | narrowed my eyes at her and saw the blood drain from her heart shaped face.

She was fiesty and determined to free herself despite the man who had captured her obvious strength.

“Let me go!’ She gritted out.

“Oh, give it up, Taylor. You’re not escaping until he lets you free and he won't do that until | tell him to.” | warned her finding myself smug in the position | held over her at present.

“What do you want from me?!” She yelled and | could tell that she was scared. Good.

“| want to know why you printed those pictures out of context and how did you know where | was going to be?” | wasted no time and got straight to the point.

Taylor shook her head and swallowed audibly but she didn’t reply let alone showed any inclination

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“Were you stalking me?” | asked, raising a challenging brow at her. “Is that it? You stalked me and Mr. Vanderbilt because you needed extra pocket money?” She scoffed when | said that and | narrowed my eyes at her.

“| didn’t stalk you. | was offered a hefty amount to take your pictures last night and publish them. The location to where you were going to be had already been given to me.” She snapped, baring her teeth. “So, if you think that you can get me in to any trouble, think again. Scott Vanderbilt himself had disclosed the both your whereabouts and | just followed instructions from there. If you want to fight with any one, it’s Vanderbilt. Not me. | just did what | felt | needed to for myself.” | heard what she had said, each and every word of hers registered in my brain but | was in utter disbelief.

“You could be lying.” | said to her but only because | was hoping she had been.

Taylor shook her head sending her hair flying in the security’s face. “I have the bank receipt to show it.” She said confidently with not a stitch of fear in her tone or expression and | knew that she wasn’t lying.

Scott set me up. The ba star d wanted a scandal involving him and | since the limelight had been focused on Dante and I. My go d, the man was far more petty than | could | have ever imagined him

to be.

| motioned for the security to let Taylor go and he did. “If any one attempts some thing like this in the future against me, tell me first. Whatever their written offer is, I'll pay you more. Just stop spreading rumours about people.” | warned her in disgust before she walked of

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