The Billionaire's Baby Mama

{Chloe's Pov} Tick tock. Tick tock. I stared up at the oval shaped clock mounted on the wall. The office was quiet, making the time teller sound even louder than it normally was. I rested my head on my desk, tapping my finger on my lap in a rhythmatic pattern aligning with the annoying ticking of the clock. Ugh!! There was nothing to do here. No, actually there was, that jelly-bellied baldie just won't let me do it. The sound of high heels and the men's footwear clanking against the tiled floor could be heard from all corners of the room, and that was no surprise since their company was always busy with one case or the other. Some people were preparing to go to court, some had just returned, others just walking around to print documents or get files from the cabinet. Basically everyone had something to do…everyone but me. So annoying. I felt someone tap my shoulder and I turned to face the slender man that was smiling at me. "Good morning Mrs Smith." "Morning." "I need to bind some documents and unfortunately my stapler ran out of pins, so could I borrow yours?" "Sure." Steve joined the firrn just five months ago, and even he already got his big case. He was working on a murder case that happened in a rather mysterious way. No one ever asked for my opinion but from what I saw, the culprit was probably someone close to the victim, someone who could have access to his apartment twenty four seven. Someone who would benefit from the demise, but of course, my opinion didn't matter. "Oh Chloe, don't you have any work etiquette? I mean come on, even an intern would know that it is wrong to sleep at work…especially so early in the morning." It wasn't actually early morning, in fact it was almost lunch time. Tracy just wanted to rub her promotion in my face, and remind me that she was my boss so she could give me orders. "It's not her fault Tracy, you know sleeping is all she's good at." Heather, her partner in crime said, eyeing me like I was something undesirable. "Yeah, keep it up Chloe, maybe if you sleep well enough, you'll be able to dream of yourself actually doing something useful for once." "Haha, laugh it off losers." Tracy and Heather were my mortal enemies, and the bane of my existence. We attended the same law school and I was distinctively better than both of them combined, but now, they were my boss-bosses-whatever. "Wait and see, I'll get a big case real soon. A case so big, it'll outshine all the ones you've ever handled." "Yeah, in your dreams." They laughed like idiots as they walked away from my table, swaying their hips from side to side. If they had any actual curves, catwalking like that might have actually been attractive. They were right though. I was never going to get a good case, not unless I did something about it. I did not bust up my ass in law achool and get a job in one of the best law firms in New York just so I could be a bench-warmer. I pushed myself upward with much enthusiasm. This was it! The day that I, Chloe Allen Smith, got my big case. "No." That word. He used that word again. I was sick and tired of hearing the word 'no' from an old potbellied man. "Mr Maltese, I am ready. I have been working at this firm for more than two years now and I think I can handle more than just settling couple fights or issuing restraining orders. I want to do more." "More?" He raised his shaggy brows at me. "Yes. For one, I should be the one handling that case with the murder and not Steve. I'm obviously more experienced than he is." I was expecting another no, or some harsh comment but instead Mr Maltese did something much, much worse. He threw his head back and burst into the most hideous round of laughter I had ever heard. He was laughing so hard that tears were flowing from his eyes and at that point, I was already super pissed. "Mr Maltese, Mr Maltese!" He paused his unnecessary mocking laughter and stared at me, his weird small eyes fixated on mine. "I'm sorry Chloe, but I don't think you're ready." He finally said after a few seconds of silence. Not ready? Now that was just a bunch of baloney. "Mr Maltese-" "Not another word Chloe!. I have told you, you are simply not ready yet! When I feel you are, we will resume this discussion. But for now, just take on the little ones you are capable of solving." Why the hell was my life so terrible? I worked so hard to become a lawyer, and I finally got what I wanted but I can't do more than an intern. I got in my car and put the key into the hole but I didn't turn the ignition on just yet. I shut my eyes and tried to dump off the stress of my work day before going home. Breathe in. Breathe out. I saw it online one time that it was good to pour out your anger, even if you weren't telling it to anyone. Okay. I was the most underrated staff in the company. Okay, what else? Tracy and Heather had managed to get under my skin…again. My stupid boss literally laughed in my face and told me that I was an incompetent lawyer when he never really gave me a chance to prove myself!. The more I thought about my day, the angrier it made me. I wanted to punch Tracy and Heather in their faces and then march straight to Maltese's office and tell him I was quitting. Then I'd tell him how ugly his stupid tie looked and how I think he looked like a tortoise walking on his legs. But of course, I couldn't do that. I started the ignition and pulled out of my parking space. At least I would be able to forget about my worries when I'm curled up in the arms of my baby. That should make me feel better. Then I'd probably ask for a massage and then I'd be able to get a good night's rest before I have to endure more tortures at work tomorrow. I parked in our garage and made my way into the main building. "Honey, I'm home." I marched straight upstairs to our bedroom and flung the door open, but I wasn't prepared mentally or emotionally for what happened next. "David?" I heard my voice like it was coming from far away. I watched in horror as my husband scurried around, trying to get his clothes on. I didn't know what to feel, a lot of emotions were swirling around my mind. Betrayal, pain, sadness, anger. I glanced at the lady next to him, my vision was blurred with tears but it was easy to tell. She was younger. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed the blondie run out of the room after she got dressed halfway and David came to stand next to me. Why? We had been married for over five years and I always went extra miles to please him. I didn't mind what I had to sacrifice, as long as he was happy, I was happy too. I guess that wasn't enough. He put his arm around my shoulder, trying to pull me in for a hug but I pushed him away. "How could you do this to me?"