In bed with the Billionaire

Confusion clouded Mateo's face as he sought to grasp her reasoning. "Then why are you offering your bed to me?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and vulnerability.

Ariana's gaze met his, her eyes holding steadfast determination. "Because," she responded, her voice laced with sincerity, "you are the father of my baby. I believe in you, Mateo. I trust that you won't do anything harmful to me or our child."

Mateo's brows furrowed slightly, pondering her words. He felt emotions swirling within him, gratitude, responsibility, and a glimmer of hope. "So, you're accepting me into your life and the life of our child?" Mateo inquired, his voice carrying a thread of longing.

Ariana's eyes darted away briefly, her reply filled with a touch of sadness. "No," she stated softly, "I still need to fight for child custody, Mateo. It's not an easy decision to make."

Mateo nodded, his expression reflecting a blend of understanding and acceptance. Deep down, he had hoped for a different response