The billionaire's only desire-Chapter 58: delivering baked goods with boyfriend

Living with Beatrice has been hell for Maya, especially with no one to stop her from her constant provocation since Dalton is away and the brothers are busy with their careers. Even River, despite having lost his company, continues to work on building designs since he is an architect.

Thankfully, Maya has been keeping herself busy to avoid raging bait confrontations with Beatrice. She has resumed baking and will be supplying the diner with her baked goods.

She went to bed early to get the hours of sleep that Oliver said her body and brain needed and woke up early to bake. Dalton’s kitchen is every baker’s dream for commercial baking. Maya was able to make classic cookies, muffins, doughnuts, cinnamon rolls, scones, brownies, and cupcakes in large quantities.

She packaged the baked goods and was now loading them into the backseat of her pickup truck.

"Good morning,"

Maya turned to see Dalton. "You’re back from your trip," she said with a hint of a smile.

"Yes, just an hour ago," Dalton replied

Maya took a moment to assess him; he was dressed in a sharp business suit. "You’re off to work already?" she asked.

"Yes, I have an important meeting. After that, I will take the rest of the day off." Dalton took the package box containing baked goods from Maya and placed it in the backseat.

"Thanks," Maya shut the door.

Dalton suddenly grabbed Maya’s waist gently and pulled her close. His fingers traced along her collarbone and then up her neck until he tilted her chin up toward him. Maya’s eyes fluttered closed, and her lips parted in preparation for what was to come. Without hesitation, when Dalton’s lips met hers, she melted inside. Their tongues tasted and explored each other. Dalton tasted like coffee and a hint of citrus. Maya loves the taste of his lips. His hand teased Maya’s hair, and his fingers lingered there as they kissed more deeply, devouring each other’s lips.

Dalton pulled back but still held Maya close to him. She smiled and said, "I miss you."

Dalton brushed his lips against hers once more and replied, "I miss you too more than you can imagine." Maya’s cheeks flushed as she gazed into Dalton’s eyes, as lust sparkled within her. Screw the slow burn; his kisses always awakened a primal, animalistic need for him.

"I will accompany you to deliver your pastries," Dalton offered.

"Don’t you have a meeting to attend?" Maya asked uncertainly.

"Yes, it’s at 10 a.m.," Dalton replied, glancing at his gold wristwatch.

It was 6 a.m.

Maya nodded. "You can come along, but I’m driving," she said firmly.

Dalton didn’t protest. "Suit yourself," he said as he opened the driver’s door for her.

Maya flashed him an appreciative smile and got in.

She turned on the engine, and soon she was on the road, driving smoothly and leisurely with her boyfriend, Dalton, by her side.

When she hit the brakes in front of the diner, Dalton stepped out first to open the car door for her.

Mrs. Thompson came to meet them, beaming with delight. She pulled Maya into a tight, warm hug.

"I’ve missed you so much!" she said warmly.

"I miss you too, and everyone at the diner," Maya said back.

Mrs. Thompson’s eyes fell on Dalton. "Who is this handsome gentleman?" she asked.

Maya cheese hard. "This is my boyfriend, Dalton Black."

A flicker of recognition crossed Mrs. Thompson’s eyes, and Maya was not surprised; she was accustomed to having a famous and feared man as her partner. Dalton extended his hand, and they shook hands.

"What a pleasure it is to finally meet Maya’s partner! She has never introduced me to any of her boyfriends before. You must be special, young man," Mrs. Thompson said with a wink.

Dalton always maintained a neutral expression, void of any emotion, but the flicker in his eyes indicated that he was a bit flustered by Mrs. Thompson’s words.

Mrs. Thompson didn’t allow them to take the baked goods out of the backseat. Instead, she instructed her waitress to unload them from the pickup truck.

Then she ushered Maya and Dalton inside. The diner was packed; every booth and table was occupied. Maya was stunned; it was too crowded for a Wednesday morning. The entire diner erupted into applause when they spotted Maya as if she were a hero returning from a victorious battle.

The room became noisy as the customers dining there showered Maya with praise, telling her how much they missed her and her delicious donuts and other pastries. Maya smiled so widely that her cheeks hurt.

"They are all here for you, Maya," Mrs. Thompson said as she directed them to their seats. "I announced yesterday that you will be resuming delivering your baked goods to the diner, and all the regular customers were thrilled."

Maya felt like she was on cloud nine. Receiving praise for her baking and cooking boosted her endorphins, enough to keep her feeling alive and vibrant for a long time.

Dalton and Maya sat on the stools behind the counter since the entire diner was full, and stools were the only available seats.

"What can I get you, lovebirds?" Mrs. Thompson asked.

"I want pancakes with a lot of maple syrup," Maya said, grinning like a child.

"And what about you, Mr. Famous Billionaire?"

Dalton was about to say "coffee," but Maya shot him a look. "Ice tea will do,"

Maya smirked triumphantly.

"Breakfast will be served soon," Mrs. Thompson said as she went in to get their orders.

Dalton’s eyes darted around. "I can see you have a lot of fans," he remarked.

"Yeah," Maya said as she peered at the customers around her. The waitresses were distributing her baked goods, which generated a lot of satisfied moans, as everyone loved the pastries they were eating. She would never get used to their reactions when they took their first bite.

Maya’s brain suddenly reminded her of something important. She immediately stood up. "Excuse me for a moment; I need to take care of something."

"I’m coming with you," Dalton said as he followed Maya outside the diner.

Maya first went to her truck and picked up the brown paper bag containing the pastries she had reserved.

She then walked toward the alley. Peter, the homeless man, was sitting on his tattered blanket in his usual spot. Maya felt a deep sadness and concern as she observed him. He looked even skinnier and more disheveled than the last time she had seen him.

"I brought you pastries," Maya said, forcing a big smile despite her heart breaking at his appearance.

Peter flashed a toothy grin and took the pastries from her, clasping his hands together to express his gratitude.

Now that she had a lot of money, she wanted to change his life. "Peter, what is the perfect location for your dream house?" Maya asked, she wants to buy him a house.

"A house overlooking the sea, lake, or river," he said wistfully, a distant smile spreading across his face.

"I can get River to find him the perfect waterfront house," Dalton said from behind Maya. She flinched, startled; she had forgotten she had come with him.

"That would be great."

"Peter, I’m going to buy you a house," Maya excitedly announced.

Peter looked at her with wide eyes. "A—h-house?" he stuttered.

He jumped to his feet. "Thank you! Thank you!" he exclaimed, starting to shed tears of joy.

Tears filled Maya’s eyes as she saw how happy Peter was.

"What skills do you have?" Dalton asked Peter.

"I have experience in construction and I’m also good at building design," Peter replied.

"That’s great. You can work under my brother, River. He is an architect," Dalton offered.

"Thank you, sir," Peter said, overwhelmed with joy. His life had changed for the better overnight.

"I’m buying him the house with my own money," Maya whispered to Dalton.

"I know. There’s no point in arguing about that," Dalton admitted, conceding defeat.

Maya smiled. She felt victorious. She knew that Dalton really wanted to buy the house for Peter. She loves him more for allowing her to fulfill the promise she made to herself to get Peter a home.

Dalton made a quick phone call and then said to Peter, "People from my charity organization will come to get you to help you clean up. After that, you will undergo an evaluation process and other procedures, and then my brother will hire you."

Maya knows that the procedures Dalton is referring to involve having his private investigator look into Peter’s life to determine whether he is clean or if he has any skeletons in his closet.

It was uncomfortable, but she knew it was mandatory.

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, Maya," Peter repeatedly said. He was overjoyed; indeed, it was a life-changing experience.

Maya and Dalton returned to their stools.

"Where have you two been?" Mrs. Thompson asked.

"We had to take care of something," Maya said, not going into details.

Mrs. Thompson had already served them their orders. Maya’s stomach rumbled at the sight of the pancakes drenched in maple syrup. She licked her lips. "This looks delicious."

Mrs. Thompson smiled. "Enjoy!" She left them to eat.

Maya quickly dug into her food. "So good!" she moaned.

Dalton watched her eat as he drank his iced tea, then asked, "How long have you been delivering baked goods to the diner? Your friendship with the owner seems like a special bond that has been cultivated over time."

Maya finished chewing the pancake in her mouth before answering. "Yes, I have known Mrs. Thompson since I was 16. My first job was as a waitress at this diner when I was 16."

"16?" Dalton was clearly displeased.

Maya shrugged. "I know it sounds strange to you since you grew up wealthy and must have a trust fund and all. But it’s normal for the average teenager from a low-income family to work to support themselves."

"Hmm," Dalton grumbled. "You aren’t a poor kid."

"Yeah, I finally realized I wasn’t supposed to be a poor kid when I read the will. My late mother was super rich, but my stepfather turned me into a poor kid," Maya said with a bitter laugh. She was relieved that the man was dead now.

Not liking the direction the conversation was taking, Maya quickly asked, "What did your father do?"

"He was an accountant."

Maya gasped. "Just an accountant? So you built all your wealth by yourself, without a big inheritance from your dad? That’s incredible! You’re worth billions!"

"He wasn’t just a mere accountant," Dalton said, leaving Maya confused.

"My late father was an accountant for a Mafia boss."

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