Page 32 of The Baby Twist
“Wow. Congratulations. You and your husband must be thrilled.”
“Oh, I’m not married.”
“I’m sorry. I just assumed.”
“It’s fine. I got knocked up from a one-night stand, and the father doesn’t want anything to do with the baby.”
“That’s awful. I’m so sorry. Some guys are such assholes.”
“It’s okay. I’m totally fine with it. Besides, he’s a billionaire, and a kid doesn’t fit into his lifestyle. Plus, he doesn’t want anyone to know he’s the father.”
“Oh, my God. What a jerk. Who is it? I promise your secret is safe with me. I know a few billionaires myself.”
“I don’t know.” I slowly shook my head. “I promised I wouldn’t tell anyone. But you seem like a sweet girl who can keep a secret. He’s actually my boss.”
“What?!”
“Right?” I arched my brow at her.
“Where do you work?”
“Thorne Technology.”
“Seriously? Lucas Thorne is the father of your baby?”
“Yeah. He’s my baby daddy. Do you know him?” I cocked my head.
“I guess I don’t.”
I could see the anger in her eyes.
“Please don’t tell anyone. He’ll kill me if he ever found out.”
“Don’t worry.” She placed her hand on my arm. “I won’t tell a soul.”
I walked out of the bathroom with a smirk on my face as I sat back down at the table.
“Oh, look!” Lindsey said as she gestured to Lucas’s table. “Looks like Mr. Thorne won’t be having a good night after all.”
I glanced over and saw the woman grab her purse and walk out of the restaurant in a huff. Oops. A moment later, I felt a hand grip my arm.
“Jenna, can I speak with you for a moment in private?”
“As much as I would love to get up and have a chat, I can’t. My foot has throbbed since I returned from the ladies’ room. Can it wait?”
I could tell he was angry, but he needed to keep his cool in front of his employees.
“Of course, it can wait. Maybe you should go home if you’re in that much pain.”
“Maybe I should.” I smiled at him.
“Anyway, enjoy your evening, everyone, and I’ll see you at the office tomorrow.” He shot me a look before heading out of Rudy’s.”
Chapter Fifteen
Lucas
I was pissed. I knew she said something to Melanie, and she had no right, no right at all. When I entered my apartment building, I took the elevator up to her apartment. Inserting the key, I stepped inside, sat on her bed, and waited for her to come home. It wasn’t too long before I heard the key slide into the lock and the door open. I could hear the wheels of the scooter approaching the bedroom, and when she flipped the light switch, she shrieked when she saw me sitting on the bed with my back against the headboard.
