บททั้งหมดของ Running from My Billionaire Baby Daddy: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Callie The morning had been going surprisingly well. It was almost as if nothing of interest had happened the week before. Like a certain someone hadn't vowed to make my life hell. If I could ignore the thumping in my chest at the thought of him or the constant worrying about the future of my bakery, I could almost pretend like none of it ever happened. Almost. But aside from that, life was going pretty well. Sweet Haven was picking up attention, slowly but surely. Cass was finally at daycare. From the moment we opened at 9:00 a.m. today, we had a handful of customers. And they were ordering more than just coffee. Our register was making more progress. I felt glad about that. We’d also put out a sign that said we were hiring someone to wait tables. Clara had finally decided we couldn’t do it all by ourselves. Thank goodness. This morning, a small tourist group had made their way to the city, and they were the bulk of our customers for today. The air smelled like

Callie It was before opening hours the next day. Clara and I were elbow-deep in pastry prep, alternating between working in the kitchen and looking through the stack of applications we'd gotten for the waiter position. I hadn't told her what had happened the night before. I was waiting for the right time, which—judging by the lull in our conversation— I was guessing was now. I blurted it out. “Damien came here during closing hours yesterday.” Clara didn't even flinch. “You know by now I would've thought you'd know how easily I can read you.” “Right,” I muttered. It was true. She was oddly talented at guessing what I was thinking. And she’d proven it time and time again. “I could tell that someone had been in here when I got back; their musk still lingered in the air. It smelled luxurious.” “Oh, please. Whose side are you on again?” I rolled my eyes at her playfully. “Uh… yours, of course…” she paused. “Before we get back to that, look at this.” She showed me the

Damien The morning hadn't been going so well. The contractors sent a messenger informing us we were running out of time to make this deal work. It was basically a threat. And I didn't do well with being threatened."Sir, the meeting is about to begin." I was lost in thought when my secretary walked in to announce.Callie and her troupe were here. Fuck. They were the ones making this deal difficult for me. What the fuck was so special about their fucking bakery? She could take the money and buy one somewhere else if she cared so much about passion. What did she want, really? I bet she just wanted to make this difficult for me. Just out of spite, or for attention. Right. That could be it. She was probably enjoying the attention that all of this was getting her. Well, not from me, though. That party was about to end. I used to think I knew her, but it turns out I didn't. You would see the signs if someone was about to ghost you for all eternity, after all. Thinking back on that time a

Damien I'd barely spent an hour in quiet solitude when my phone rang.I would've ignored it, but it wasn't the work line — my personal one. Whoever was calling must've had something really important that they couldn't wait to deliver.Without thinking much of it, I answered. "Damien?"My mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. I knew that voice. Why was she calling me? And now?I looked at the screen on my phone. The number wasn’t saved— of course it wasn’t. But I didn’t need to see a name to know. It was definitely her. I put it on speaker phone just to hear it clearly. To be sure the glasses of whiskey I had weren't making me imagine things. "Are you there?” she asked again. No doubt, it was Callie.My mind quickly went over the reasons she would call. She had probably changed her mind about the deal. Decided to sell while her profit was still high, maybe her husband had talked some sense into her. I smiled lightly, revelling in this small victory. She was here to beg. A

DamienVersailles was fine, not that I’d expected it to be anything less —a charming city, hotels with impeccable service, and Ava bouncing through every gallery like a pint-sized tour guide. She loved it. And I loved that she loved it. Unfortunately, it was just a short day trip.I couldn’t shake the weight in my chest when we returned. There was something about the silence of being back, it was the kind of quiet that made your thoughts louder.I had just stepped into the office, coffee in hand, when Anderson walked in unannounced. Sharp as ever, legal folder tucked under his arm.“We’ve got to get your signature on this,” he said, dropping the folder on my desk. “Court proceedings are moving forward. The other party couldn’t attend the final negotiation round.”I frowned. I thought this had been handled and was over with already. “Why couldn't they attend?” Anderson adjusted his glasses. “Medical emergency, as their counsel informed us.”That stopped me cold.“Medical emergency?”