Falling For Her Billionaire Baby Daddy

Their guide showed up at their suite promptly at 2 p.m. to take them to the luncheon. He was a sharply dressed black guy with a lean physique and a bored expression. "Good afternoon, sir, ma'am," he said politely. "My name is Felix and I am here to take you to the presidential wing of the resort for your lunch date with Ms. Yasmin James." "Pleased to meet you," Rachel said cheerfully. Derek simply shrugged. This wasn't fun for him.

"If you would please follow me," Felix said and led the way.

"Sure," said Derek.

As they left, he nodded at Mark to indicate that the bodyguard was to follow them. Ed would stay back in the suite to await their return.

"Shall we, my lady?" Derek asked Rachel playfully.

Rachel smiled and accepted his offered arm. They looked like a model couple in their stylish casual outfits.

She looked fabulous in her cute jumpsuit, while Derek looked dapper in his form-fitting navy blazer, a white polo shirt, blue jeans, and shiny leather shoes.

"You look edible," she told him. "Remind me to eat you up when we return from lunch."

He chuckled. "I'd be surprised if you still have an appetite after having lunch with a ghost."

Rachel laughed. "Don't call her that. I'm sure she has a perfectly reasonable explanation for still being alive all these years after letting the world believe that she was dead."

"She better," he said tightly. "I don't even know why I agreed to go on this lunch."

"Because you need to know the truth."

"Maybe I don't want to know."

She patted his arm lovingly in a gesture of comfort. "Everything is going to be all right."

"How do you know?"

"Sir, ma'am, please join me in the cart," said Felix, breaking into their conversation. "This is our shuttle to the presidential wing."

A four-seater golf cart was waiting for them on the curb with a driver in front. They were to sit in the back while Felix would sit in front beside the driver. Luckily there was an extra seat at the back of the cart for Mark to sit. "After you," said Felix, waiting for them to get in.

When Mark stepped forward to sit at the back, Felix put out his hand to stop the bodyguard. "Who are you?"

"He's with us," said Derek. "He will sit at the back of the cart."

"My boss made no mention of a third guest," said Felix, haughtily. "I was told to come with a man and a woman, not two men and a woman."

"He either comes with us or we return to our suite," Derek replied stubbornly. "Feel free to convey our apologies to your boss."

Felix's eyes widened with panic as Derek rose to leave the cart. He had been given strict instructions to bring the couple with him to the presidential wing. But now, they were refusing to go simply because he wouldn't allow this oversized oaf to go with them.

If he did not succeed with this simple task, he would be seen as an incompetent employee. That could get him demoted from the VIP section of the resort that he'd labored so hard to get into. He couldn't have that!

"Alright, fine. Let him come with us," Felix conceded, "but I must warn you that Ms. James will not be happy that you brought a plus one to the luncheon without informing her first."

"Ms. James can kiss my - "

"That's fine, Felix," said Rachel quickly, cutting off Derek's rude reply before he could complete it.

"I'm sure Ms. James wouldn't mind terribly that we asked our bodyguard to accompany us to lunch," Rachel added sweetly.

"Trust me, Ma'am, you don't need a bodyguard here," Felix assured her. "Rosewood Resort is a very safe place and we have our on-site security team as well."

This was Felix's desperate attempt to convince them to dump Mark. It didn't work.

"I'm sure you're right, but we insist on going with our bodyguard," Rachel told him.

"Fine," Felix sighed, giving up.

He entered the cart and waited for Mark to settle down in the back before signaling to the driver to hit the road. The ride to the presidential wing offered them a beautiful view of the resort.

They drove past the private beach, the golf course, and rows of exclusive bungalows that were ideal for lengthy stays. Their destination was a tall glass building that looked more sophisticated than the rest of the resort. "We are here," said Felix with a smile as he alighted from the cart. "Please, come with me."

They followed him into the building and were greeted politely by the pretty lady behind the front desk. Felix led them into an elevator and punched the highest number on the row.

Forty-five seconds later, they were stepping out of the elevator and walking down a wide corridor that ended at a door marked, 'Authorized Staff Only'. Felix knocked on the door twice and waited for a response from inside. "Come in," said a woman's voice.

He turned to them and said, "May I have your entry card please?"

Rachel fished inside her jumpsuit pocket and brought out the card that Sierra Ma had given them at their suite. She gave it to Felix and he swiped it across a rectangular sensor attached to the door and it clicked open. "Please," he said grandly, indicating that they were to go inside the room ahead of him. After they stepped in, he followed them, letting Mark come in last.

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As soon as Derek entered the room, he felt as if his breath left him in a whoosh. The woman sitting beside the long table was the same person they had seen at the mall. This time, however, she was dressed in a sleeveless gold dress that shimmered when she rose to her feet.

"Welcome," she said with a huge smile. "I was afraid you wouldn't come."

"Thank you for inviting us," said Rachel.

She could feel how rigid Derek's body had become as soon as he saw his mother. Rachel knew that Derek was too stunned to speak at the moment.

"Who is this?" Yasmin asked when she saw Mark.

"I told them you would not be pleased with a third party coming to the luncheon but they insisted on bringing him along," Felix said quickly.

"He is Mark, our bodyguard," Rachel explained. "I hope you don't mind."

"Actually, I do mind," said Yasmin, surprising them. "I want to have a private conversation with my son and I would feel more comfortable if a stranger was not here to listen to my confessions."

"I am not your son," said Derek with much effort. He was still trying to catch his breath.

Yasmin's bright smile faltered a little and Rachel felt sorry for her.

"I still insist that this man excuses us," said Yasmin. "He can wait outside in the visitor's area. He will be served his meal there."

"Boss?" Mark said, asking Derek's permission on what to do.

Derek nodded once and Mark left the room immediately without even a moment's hesitation.

"Shall I ring for the food?" Felix asked Yasmin. He was pleased that the unwelcome giant had been kicked out.

"Would you guys like to eat first before we talk?" Yasmin asked her guests.

"We are not hungry," said Derek. "Say what you have to say quickly so we can leave."

Yasmin sighed. "Excuse us, Felix."

"Of course, madam," he said and bowed before leaving the room.

Yasmin chuckled. "Felix does have a flair for theatrics. Please, sit down."

Rachel sat close to Yasmin while Derek sat beside her. She knew he wanted to put some distance between him and his estranged mother and she couldn't blame him.

"Let's just cut to the chase, shall we? All I want to know is how are you still alive?" Derek asked angrily.

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"I need to start my story from the beginning so that you can understand my reasons," said Yasmin, patiently. "I met your father for the first time about five days before our wedding." "What?" Derek whispered in surprise.

"Yes. We never dated or got to know each other and I was not given a choice as to whether I wanted to marry him or not. I was traded like a commodity by my father because he too did not have a choice." Derek's eyes widened.

"My father came from a long line of jewelers," Yasmin continued, "and he inherited his family business from his father. It was a thriving business with branches all over America. Somewhere along the line, the business started to face a serious financial crisis."

"And what happened?" Rachel asked, curiously.

"You see, my father had a gambling problem," said Yasmin. "After he had gambled away his personal income, he began to mess with the business money."

Rachel glanced at Derek to gauge his reaction and she was glad to see that he was listening to his mother's story intently.

"My father became desperate," Yasmin continued.

"He didn't want to lose a business that had been in his family for centuries. He had intended to pass it down to me but that wasn't going to happen if he couldn't keep it afloat long enough for me to inherit it." "Oh, dear," Rachel commented.

"After asking around for an investor, a friend introduced him to billionaire businessman, Jeremy Fraser. Daddy begged Jeremy to invest in the business and bring it back to life for my sake."

"And?" Derek prompted her impatiently.

Yasmin obliged and continued her story. "Jeremy agreed to revive the business but on one condition - that I became his wife."

Derek frowned but said nothing.

"At the time, I had just graduated from college and I was working as an intern at a law office. My dad was a desperate man and Jeremy used his desperation against him. He had no choice but to agree to Jeremy Fraser's terms." Yasmin was quiet for a few seconds, trying to compose herself before continuing her story. It was clear to Rachel that even after all these years, the woman was still affected by her past.

"I was so upset, my mother was livid, and my father was ashamed and remorseful. He just couldn't see a way out and Jeremy wouldn't help him unless I married him. I made my father set up a meeting between Jeremy and me with the hopes of convincing him to let me off the hook."

"So what happened?" Rachel asked eagerly.

"When I met him at his office and told him that I wasn't interested in marrying him, he threatened to pull out his money from my father's company. He said when it finally collapsed, he would buy it and I would not have an inheritance or a dime to my name. It was cruel, but that was Jeremy Fraser for you. He was a cruel, manipulative, and heartless man."

"I don't believe this. That does not sound like my father," Derek said firmly.