My Baby Daddy Isn't Human-Chapter 37: A Proposal for the Party

The soft whir of his laptop and the rhythmic tick of the clock were the only noises as Elion focused at his desk. The room was just like him: clean, tidy, and quietly commanding. His mahogany desk was perfectly organized, files stacked on one side and a glass of drink on the other. The tall windows stretched from floor to ceiling, framing the city spread out in golden daylight.

Elion's fingers flew over the keys, his focused gaze never leaving the monitor. Numbers and contracts filled his mind, leaving no room for distractions. That was until a soft knock at the door broke his concentration.

"Come in," Elion said without looking up.

The door creaked open, and Kade walked in, looking sharp in his gray suit that still managed to look a little wrinkled. Holding a clean white envelope, he shut the door and walked over to the desk.

"What is it?" Elion asked, his fingers pausing for a brief moment before resuming their rapid typing.

"An invitation just arrived," Kade said, placing the envelope carefully on the desk. "It's for the 50th anniversary party of Weston Inc. this weekend."

Elion's hands slowed as he processed the words, his gaze still fixed on the screen. Weston Inc.—a name that commanded respect in the corporate world. A powerhouse in the technology and manufacturing sectors, the company was one of the top competitors in their shared industry. Over the years, Elion had maintained a friendly but not close relationship with its CEO, Arthur Weston. They were not friends, but there was a mutual respect between them, built on countless deals and negotiations.

"Alright," Elion said after a pause, his voice flat.

Kade tilted his head slightly, his lips twitching with faint amusement. "Alright as in you'll go? Or alright as in you got it?"

"Alright as in I got it," Elion said sharply, without breaking his focus on the monitor.

A faint, dry smile tugged at his lips. What does Kade expect? Should I dance in happiness at the invitation? The thought was almost laughable.

Years ago, he would have reacted without hesitation—sometimes accepting, sometimes dismissing it without a second thought. Invitations had been routine, another part of his life he'd grown accustomed to.

Now, though, the thrill had long since faded. A mix of indifference and calculation had replaced the impulsive decisions of his younger self. He glanced at Kade, his gaze as flat as ever. "No need to rush. I'll think about it."

Kade smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the desk. "Still not a fan of parties, huh?"

"Not when every woman in the room tries to stick to me like some leech," Elion said dryly, his fingers moving smoothly across the keyboard. His expression remained neutral, but there was a faint annoyance in his tone.

He couldn't help but feel a bit disgusted just thinking about all the parties he'd been dragged to. It always started the same: a woman would slide up to him with that fake "I'm interested" smile, launching into some shallow conversation about his work, his preferences, anything to draw him in. He knew the game too well—an act to get closer, to flirt, to seduce.

They think they're going to charm me, he thought with a bitter smile. The worst part? They seemed to think they could reel him in for some romance straight out of a cheesy love story they all seemed obsessed with.

Kade chuckled, shaking his head. "You'd think they'd have better luck elsewhere by now."

"Apparently not," Elion mumbled, not even glancing up.

Kade straightened, a glint of mischief appearing in his eyes as he asked, "So, are you planning to bring Raelynn to the party?"

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Elion's fingers paused over the keys. The silence stretched between them. Then he resumed typing, his tone casual as he said, "Why would I?"

Kade shrugged, his smile widening. "I don't know. Maybe because Raelynn is—"

"There's nothing going on between us," Elion cut him off, his tone leaving no room for argument. His gaze remained locked on the screen, though the slight tension in his jaw betrayed his annoyance. "We're just two people who happen to be parents together. Nothing more."

"Of course," Kade said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "But, just saying, bringing her might not be the worst idea. She could help fend off all those women who keep trying to latch onto you. Think of it as... protection."

Elion's fingers hovered over the keyboard again, his thoughts wandering. He leaned back with a neutral expression, mulling over what Kade had just said. The idea was absurd. Bringing Raelynn to a formal event like this? He could already imagine the questions, the whispers, the assumptions. Yet, the thought lingered.

"I'll think about it," Elion said finally, his tone clipped.

Kade's grin widened, but he wisely refrained from pushing further. "Understood. I'll prepare an appropriate gift for Weston Inc., then."

Elion nodded, his focus already shifting back to his work. "Make sure it's something fitting for their anniversary. I don't want any slip-ups."

"Got it," Kade said, pushing off the desk and heading toward the door. He paused briefly, glancing over his shoulder. "You know, the party might not be so bad with some company. Just saying."

Without waiting for a response, he exited the room, leaving Elion alone with his thoughts.

Elion stared at the door for a long moment before leaning forward and resting his elbows on the desk. Elion laced his fingers under his chin, deep in thought about Kade's last comment.

"Party, huh?" he murmured to himself, his gaze distant. The idea of Raelynn attending with him felt strangely... unsettling. Not because he didn't think she could handle it—he knew she was more than capable of holding her own—but because the thought of her by his side in such a public setting stirred something he couldn't quite define.

He sighed and turned back to his laptop, though his mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake the idea of Raelynn by his side, keeping away the attention he loathed.