Page 108 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

I hadn’t expected my search to be easy. But I also hadn’t expected her friend, Sierra, to be unaware of her whereabouts.

When I knew there was no hope of finding out by myself, I called Jeff, my private investigator. In less than twenty-four hours, he’d discovered her location.

As soon as I heard the news, I’d ordered for my jet to be prepared.

I’d waited outside her office building when I arrived. I’d seen her. But for the first time in my life, I was scared.

Scared to walk up to her. Because I knew how much I’d scarred her. I knew my actions hurt her.

Still, I hoped for forgiveness. It’s all I’d hoped for since I left New York.

I watched —followed her— from the office until she dropped in front of a clinic. I knew I was stalking. But I didn’t care.

All I wanted was for her to… see me… believe me… hear me out.

So, without any rational thoughts, I trailed her movements in the clinic until a nurse stopped me. ButI’d seen her go through a door that seemed to be an Obstetrician’s office.

I was— still am shocked. Could she be… pregnant?

She didn’t have a bump. So I couldn’t say for sure. But one thing I was sure of is that I wanted her back.

That singular thought was enough to rid myself of any stray emotions. Still, I couldn’t help the spontaneous palpitations in my heart when I held her gaze.

She looked different. Her eyes seemed lifeless, and it hurt to know that I’d put her in that position.

But what hurt even more was when she slammed the door… in my face.

I didn’t expect anything different. But I had a goal. To have my woman back.

It didn’t matter how long it’d take. Or how many more times the door would be slammed in my face.

With that thought, I breezed out of the hotel room. It was a new day—a new day to try again.

After taking a cab, I arrived at a floral shop.

My heart dipped as I walked in. I didn’t think I’d be doing this again.

The familiar scents of flowers hit me.

“Good afternoon, sir,” the attendant greeted. She was a tall blonde. “Would you need my assistance?”

I shook my head. Striding in between the white shelves until I reached the section for red roses.

I didn’t need any assistance. I knew just what I wanted.

Time seemed to pass in a blur until I reached her apartment. I brushed my gaze from the line of flowers that trailed from the sidewalk to her apartment. They were green with red petals peeking from the middle.

The environment was calm. Serene… A perfect place for an escape.

Each step I took, worsened the ache in my chest. I’d made a terrible mistake. But I just hoped she’d let me fix it.

I reached the porch where a single stem of a flower lay upright in a wooden vase. It seemed like she’d just planted it.

It’d been one month and a few weeks. Did she pick up a new hobby?

Shaking my head, I focused my attention on the door. I didn’t know her whereabouts, but it was the weekend.

I hoped with everything within me that she was home… And would answer the door.

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