The Billionaire's Baby

13| Delilah

The street is busy, flowing with its usual morning rush of people. Many find their escape from this big flow in the form of hailing taxis, but me? I find it in the coffee shop on the block next to my apartment, Jen's.

As I enter, I'm greeted with the heavenly smell of freshly brewed coffee, and it's just what I need right now.

I place my order and sit at an open table next to the window. I observe the people outside, and it amuses sometimes to see them rushing to work. They want to be on time, they expect that today everything will go as planned.

But they don't even know what will happen. Nobody does.

I smile at myself in the window and laugh a bit, the concept is really amusing.

My ringtone cuts my thoughts off and I rush to get it out of my bag. I can already feel the stares and glares I'm getting from the people in the cafe but I ignore them and continue with my life.

An unknown number pops up on my phone and I end the call. Spam calls are way too common in this day and age and they're really annoying as fuck.

The number pops up on my phone again and I do the same as before, this time I put my phone on vibrate. I never put my phone on vibrate just in case the hospital calls me, in any case I do have the hospital's number saved on my phone so I would know if it was them.

My phone vibrates in my hand, the screen revealing the same number fo the third time. I roll my eyes and reluctantly answer the call.

"Delilah Winston speaking," My tone is bored but I'm still attentive.

"Delilah, why didn't you answer the phone the first time I called you?" A familiar male voice speaks, the tone is calm but deadly.

My eyes widen and I freeze for a second.

Yeah, there's literally no fucking way.

"Uh, who is this?" I ask, shutting my eyes, squeezing my hand and praying that I'm wrong.

"It's Vante. Where are you right now?" He speaks fast, dismissing my question with his tone.

I frown. "Excuse me, but, last time I checked, that's none of your business. And stop calling me, I have more important calls to answer, Mr Riccardo,"

With that, I end the call and set my phone down, resting my head in my hands, because now I'm pissed off.

The phone vibrates two more times and I end it each time.

"Delilah!" The barista calls my name and I stand up, taking my phone in my hand and adjusting my backpack.

I walk up to the counter and take the money out of my coat pocket. I hand it to the barista and she pauses while she hands me my coffee.

"What?" I ask confused.

She smiles sweetly. "Your phone is ringing. Aren't you gonna answer?"

I know it's ringing but I don't wanna answer it!

I give an extra wide smile.

"Of course," I say, tilting my head to hold back my irritation.

I answer the call and bring the phone up to my ear, giving the barista a last fake smile.

"Listen up, Vante fucking Riccardo, if you call me again I will personally go to you, smash your phone against the wall and cut off each and every one of your fingers, got that?" I speak a little louder than intended and I can feel all the judging eyes around me.

"Delilah, someone is following you so just tell me where you are and I'll pick you up and take you to work," His voice is stern and calm in contrast to mine.