How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,48
ruin anything or anyone. Okay?”
Cole nodded. “Okay. I’m not going to abandon you, Maya. Believe me when I say that. Just let me figure this all out.”
“Goodnight, Cole,” I said.
“Goodnight,” he said.
I walked to the door and paused.
I told myself when I looked back and he was still there, I was going to run after him and jump into his arms.
Why?
I had no clue.
It was just…
I looked back and Cole was already gone.
The car was already driving away.
I walked to the apartment and when I opened the door, Bev was waiting for me.
With a shirt in her hands, she smiled ear to ear.
“Look what I made you!”
I looked at the shirt.
My boss’s baby!
With an arrow pointing down.
“Isn’t it great?” Bev asked.
“Yeah, Bev, it’s the best.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cole
“What do you have for someone who can’t have caffeine?” I asked. “And something to settle a stomach?”
“You mean someone who is sick?”
“No. Not sick. Just… morning sickness…”
“Oh,” the woman with blue eyes said from behind the counter. “First time dad?”
“Something like that,” I said.
“I’ve never seen you in here before,” she said. “But I’ve seen you walking around.”
“I’m a busy man.”
“Well, I can see that. Tell you what, you wait down at the counter and I’ll take care of you.”
I paid for the coffee and tea then waited.
I looked at my phone, waiting for an email to come through.
Mr. Pickle had some questions and was sending them my way. And they were going to the lawyers too. Now came the nitty-gritty bullshit. Where every dollar and dime had to be counted and valued. It was never just a simple process. But that’s why Mr. Pickle was worth billions.
My eyes kept looking to the date on my phone too.
There were three dates that clung in my mind.
The date Maya got pregnant. The due date for the baby. And the current date.
Because each day was another day closer to that date.
“Here you go,” the blue-eyed woman said with a big smile.
“Do I need to know what’s in it?” I asked.
“Nope. See how it makes her feel. If that’s the one, then just ask for me.”
“You work here every day?” I asked.
“I own the place,” she said with a wink.
“Ah, right. Thanks again.”
I grabbed the coffee and tea and walked across the lobby of the building to the back set of elevators.
Yeah, I was that guy.
The asshole who worked in the building for how many years and I just realized who owned the little cafe in the lobby. I had never gotten myself coffee or food once. Ever.
And now…
I chased the thoughts away and took the elevator up to the office.
Anyone who saw me carrying my own coffee, plus a tea, gave me a strange look.
So far, everything was quiet. And I needed it to stay that way.
Of course, I was up against the clock.
I needed the deal with Mr. Pickle to finish for good so I could focus on how to have a baby with Maya. How to navigate those tricky waters. Truthfully, once the deal went through and all that money came my way, it wouldn’t matter at all.
I walked into Maya’s office and found her drinking coffee.
She looked at me and raised her eyebrow.
“Got you something,” I said. “Some kind of special tea for your stomach.”
“You got me something?” Maya asked. “And you got yourself coffee?”
“Yeah.”
“Cole, I just put coffee on your desk.”
“Oh,” I said. “Well, there’s never too much coffee, right?”
“Sure,” Maya said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” I said. “I just thought… I mean, you texted me this morning that you were sick again…”
“I text you that every morning,” Maya said. “That’s our thing, right?”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“That’s part of this deal.”
I kept nodding. “I know. The lady downstairs said that-”
“Amy.”
“What?”
“Amy owns the cafe,” Maya said. “The lady. Amy.”
“Amy. Yeah.”
“You didn’t know that,” Maya said. She took the lid off the cup and when she smelled it, she pulled away. “Oh, wow. That smells… rough.”
“She asked if it was for someone pregnant,” I said.
“Great,” Maya said. “So the woman who owns the cafe downstairs knows you got someone pregnant.”
“No. I didn’t say that. I just played along. Or something. I don’t know.”
Fuck.
“Well, thank you, Cole,” Maya said. “While you’re here, I have this information…”
Maya stood up and reached for a folder.
My eyes looked down at her stomach and I felt my knees buckle.
I couldn’t point it out because Maya would probably stab me with a letter opener.