All Chapters of The Boss, His Baby, and Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I burst into tears—helpless, unable to do anything. Oliver didn't want me there anymore; he'd make me go, even though I had so much love to give that baby. And if I refused formal registration, he'd use that as an excuse to send me away.I knew I had to leave—but only after Noah was fully recovered. Right now, he was still so fragile, and I was utterly exhausted.A soft, familiar cry woke me: someone was hungry. I got up to prepare his bottle and noticed my bag—where I'd packed my things—wasn't where I'd left it. I opened the closet, and to my surprise, it was there, perfectly stowed, and all my clothes that had been in my bag were neatly hung up.Confusion filled me, but I couldn't worry about that now. I fed my little glutton and, once he was content, strapped him into the carrier and stepped outside to walk with him.In the kitchen, I met the woman who had been cleaning the living room the day I arrived."Good morning!" I greeted."Good morning," she replied with a warm smile.

I walked around a bit more with Noah, deciding I'd only go inside once Oliver left the kitchen. I was just stepping into the house when my phone rang. It was a private number. That struck me as odd, since only Isla had my new number."Hello?" I answered."Bitch, I'm going to find you. And before I mess up your face for good, I'm going to finish what I started." He hung up immediately. I knew exactly who it was. I'd recognize that disgusting voice anywhere in the world. It was him… Xander! My heart skipped a beat. For a second I felt dizzy and nearly collapsed with Noah in my arms. My worst nightmare was becoming real. He was looking for me… How did he get my number? Did he already know where I was? My head started spinning. Afraid of passing out outside with the baby, I rushed in, shaking so badly I didn't even hear Oliver and Samuel calling me. I didn't answer them. I went straight to the room, laid Noah on the bed, and collapsed on the floor, desperate, not knowing what to do.

I nearly jumped out of my skin—I'd been scared by the devil himself. Oliver appeared out of nowhere, as if he'd teleported in with slippers, because I hadn't heard a thing."Aurora, get up from there. Why are you crying now?"I tried to calm my racing heart. "It's nothing, sir… I was just distracted."He stared at me, searching for a reaction."It's about the man from the bridge, isn't it?" he prodded."Of course not! I didn't even know him!" I snapped.His voice dripped with mock sympathy. "That's too bad… they've identified him, you know. But if it doesn't interest you… just forget it," he said lightly, turning to walk away.But my curiosity burned too fiercely. I needed to know who that man was—and why he'd tried to end his life. And it seemed Oliver knew more than he was letting on."Wait… Who was he?" I called out, feeling my resolve crumble.Oliver turned back to me, his face curling into a pleased grin. "His name was Anthony Vaughn. He was 49 years old. Turns out he was

"Man, I hate to break it to you, but you're hooked on that woman," Oliver said."Come on, bro… I just don't like being alone when I'm here," Samuel tried to brush it off."Yeah, sure," Oliver smirked, noticing how uncomfortable Samuel was getting. "Alright. Denise is already covering for Lucy while she's on vacation, and she's here anyway. Aurora's leaving any day now, and Denise can stay on to take care of the baby.""Wait, man!" Samuel interjected."What now?""That was the second favor. Don't fire the girl. Please.""Oh, come on! You? A lawyer who knows the law, asking me to keep a minor on staff?""She's almost eighteen—it's just a matter of months. And she doesn't even want a contract. In fact, she told me she doesn't need one.""Don't tell me she fed you that same line about love too," Oliver said dryly."Love? What story?"Oliver scoffed. "Aurora said she'd stay here out of love for the baby. Said she got attached and didn't care about the pay. Can you believe that?"

"Of course. Who else would he stay with?"This soulless jerk never missed a chance to throw in a jab."I only said it in case you might miss your son," I replied.I might lose the job, but I wasn't about to let that one slide."Did you call Joel yet?" Oliver asked."For what?""To drive you," he said."No, sir, I was going by bus. De—""I already said," he interrupted me. "Even if you're going out for personal matters, Joel is to take you. The child's with you, and he can't ride on a bus.""But I was told Saturdays are staff days off, and Joel—""Joel's day off isn't Saturday," he cut me off again. "You can call him any time, any day. He's the child's driver.""Sorry, it's just... I already made plans with Denise to go together. She's waiting for me outside," I said.Oliver looked like he was already running low on patience. He took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead."I don't care who goes with you in the car. I just don't want the baby on a bus."With that, he walked