My baby daddy (baby daddy series #1) {COMPLETED}

CHAPTER SIX | MEETING THE BOSS

Wendy POV

"Who hurt you?" he asks with a cold and demanding voice.

    His eyes look like they are about to pop out of his skull. Damn, he is pissed.

"I don't know," I stutter, suddenly afraid to tell him about what actually happened.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I don't know who raped me. I just remember where I walked and where it happened, but I don't know who the man was."

"Where did this happen?"

"In the alley behind your company..." I whisper.

    Realization dawns on his face. This incident was written about a lot in the newspapers for a couple of months. They didn't reveal my identity or pictures of my face. But photos of my injuries were shown and a rough story about what had happened, no details.

    Adrian told me that the event that occurred to me rocked the whole nation. It was a brutal rape, and people worldwide had strong reactions on social media about this. This may sound weird to you, that's why I'm going to explain.

    Often when raping happens, the wrongdoer just rapes and then leaves their victims behind. I, on the other hand, got tortured. Not for long, but I have scars all over my body that never will heal. I have words carved into my flesh in my back that never will disappear.

"That was you?" Jaxon asks me sadly, and I nod my head slowly, looking down at my hands, uneasy.

"I'm so sorry, Wendy!"

"It's okay; I'm working on the trauma."

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

"One day, just not today," I answer with a small and tired smile on my lips.

He nods with acceptance and takes a sip from his red wine. I can't do much else than stare at him.

"How much do you miss it?"

"What?"

"Wine," he answers with a smirk.

"A lot, actually. Even though I prefer white wine or Prosecco, I could kill for red wine. It's disgusting, but I would still drink it right now if I could," I answer truthfully.

    His laugh echoes throughout the restaurant, and I join him. The laughter takes a minute to settle down inside us. Jaxon takes my hand and caress my knuckles with his thumb; it's soothing.

"Well, this looks cozy. Have you changed team again, Jax?" a deep and sexy voice says behind us.

    I turn around slowly in search of the owner of the sound. What I see baffles me entirely and makes my p***y drip uncontrollably. Before me stands a muscular man in a dark blue suit, he must be at least 6'6. He has royal blue color in his eyes and a severe face.

    Chiseled jaw, a straight nose, and raven black hair on his head. And from the look of it, a good package in his trousers too... Damn you, pregnancy hormones! Jaxon laughs at the man, who I guess must be his brother. I don't see much of a resemblance, but it's pretty evident by how they act against each other.

"Nah, dear brother. This beautiful lady here is your new assistant," Jaxon says and points at me.

"Oh really?" he says and gives me his hand to shake.

    I immediately rise from my seat and stand before him; I take his hand in mine and give him a firm handshake.

"It's nice to meet you, sir; I'm Wendy Colton."

    He gives me a sexy smile, which shows the small dimples in his cheeks, dear god, he is gorgeous!

"It's my pleasure to meet such a fine young lady as yourself," he says and kisses me on my hand while I blush. "Damian, Winston."

"Oh, I know very well who you are," I say with a smirk and release his hand to sit down again.

He quirks an eyebrow at me. How can one man be this sexy?

"Really now, then tell me, what do you know?"

"I know that you're one of the most successful men in the world right now. I know you're single and you've dated half of New York City, but you haven't kept anything up with them because they didn't feel right for you. You dream of finding your soul mate and settling down. Your biggest fear is to open up to other people because they can get too close, which leads to you becoming vulnerable, and then they have it easier to hurt you. You protect your heart with everything you have, yet you live off the hope that someday you will find the person who makes you whole," I answer with a shrug and take a sip from my soda.

    The men are just staring at me with eyes as big as saucers. The shock seems to be total, and it makes me want to giggle, which I do.

"I studied psychology science before I dropped out of school. Besides, I've always had an easy reading of people," I explain, smiling.

"Damn, girl, you go deep into the big bad boss over here," Jaxon says, amazed.

    It's only now that I remember that this is my boss standing in front of me! How could I be so f*****g stupid that I didn't think about who I was talking to?! There's no way I'm going to be able to keep my job now...

"I'm so sorry; I didn't think before I..." I say apologetically.

    I look up at my boss and see him looking interested at me. His eyes hold mystery and passion I have never seen before. The way he looks at me is like I'm his lover.

"There's no need to apologize; it's very observant of you to see those things by just looking at me. Especially because it's all true," Damian says with a frown on his face.

"There's no need for you to feel stupid because you said that. It's an admirable trait. I understand that you and your partner must be happy to have found each other and your family happy with children."

    My mood drops drastically after his comment. Like so many times before, I feel alone in the world. Jaxon looks horrified at me before he pulls his brother aside and says something while waving frantically with his hands.

    He has an angry look on his face. Realization dawns on Damien. He looks almost sad, and the longer he listens to what Jaxon says, the darker his gaze becomes. They walk back to me, and I take a nervous sip of my soda.

    I feel self-conscious, and it makes me start playing with a lock of hair; I spin it around my finger over and over again. I don't even notice that Jaxon talked to me until he puts a hand on my shoulder, which makes me turn against him.

"Wendy, are you alright?" he implores me.

    I sigh and close my eyes for a moment to calm my nerves. I exhale and open them again.

"I'm good; there's no need to worry. I'll be fine," I answer and smile weakly.

    None of them look convinced. They give each other an uncertain look before Damian breathes out and crouches down to my level where I sit.

"Wendy, I'm really sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. It wasn't my intention at all to make you feel bad," he says thoughtfully, and I can see the understanding in his eyes.

"It's okay. You don't want to sit down and eat a piece of food with us? After all, you are our boss," I say and wink at him, which rewards me with a laugh from Jaxon and an embarrassed Damian.

"I don't want to intrude..." he says almost noiselessly.

"You're not intruding. I'm the one who offered," I answer calmly and collected.

    He smiles at me and sits down on the chair next to mine. Jaxon beckons a waitress who receives an order from Damian that I have no idea what it is. She quickly writes down what he ordered and hurries away. A few minutes after, she comes back with a glass of red wine to him and then disappears again. He takes a sip from his wine, and I quietly look at him.

"I'm sorry, did you want some?" he asks, and I laugh at him.

"She's pregnant, remember?" Jaxon rolls his eyes at his brother's stupidity, and I stand up again and proudly show off my stomach with a smile on my lips.

"Oh, right, I kind of forgot..." he whispers, embarrassed.

"It's okay; if they didn't have kickboxing matches in there, I would have forgotten too," I say, laughing.

"So, where do you live, Wendy?"

"At my place," Jaxon answers, bored.

    It is clear that this confuses Damian because it's pretty apparent that he understand that me and Jaxon haven't known each other very long.

"They shock raised my rent for my apartment, and because it happened so fast, Jaxon was kind enough to let me stay with him temporarily until I find my own place," I explain.

"Oh, okay. Would a two-room apartment suit you? I know one not far from here."

"Unfortunately not, it needs to be at least a four-bedroom apartment. Thanks anyway."

"Why? One room for you and one for your baby?"

"I'm having triplets," I answer, and his delicious mouth forms an 'o,' which makes me giggle.

"It's alright; everyone reacts the same."

"Well, you could live in my apartment. I live in the penthouse, and you could stay there even if you had your babies. There are five bedrooms besides my own. Then you don't need to rush to find something of your own."

    Me and Jaxon both stare at him. Jaxon then looks at me. He raises his eyebrows up and down, probably to indicate that we will have s*x.

"I'll think about it," I answer, smiling; he nods and takes a bite of his food that the waitress just put on the table.

"I'm just going to the bathroom; my peanuts are playing trampoline with my bladder again," I say and walk towards the bathroom.

    I quickly do my business and washing my hands before walking back out. I stop when I hear Jaxon and Damian's voices.

"Oh brother, you like her, don't you?" Jaxon teases.

"Shut it! She can hear you..."

"Would that be so bad? You're obviously interested in her, and she makes your brain work harder than usual. She fascinates you."

"Yeah, she does, but..."

"But?"

"She obviously has a lot of baggage."

"So? You do too."

"Yeah, but I'm not sure she would want to be included in the equation that is my life."

"How can you know if you don't ask her?"

"I'll think about it."

I decide to come back to the table just when they've changed the subject. They're both smiling at me.

"Everything went well?" Jaxon asks me.

"Well yeah, except that I was close to getting stuck in the stall, my stomach is getting too big," I answer, giggling while they laugh.

"You're beautiful with that stomach, Wendy. It suits you, being pregnant," Damian says with adoration in his eyes.

"Nah, I'm just getting fat."

"You're not fat! You're carrying three babies inside of you; of course, they are taking a lot of space in there."

"I would be happy if they stopped fighting each other when I'm about to sleep and stop jumping on my bladder. Someone is getting a real scolding when they get out," I say with a stern voice and caress my stomach.

"I love how excited you are! Despite everything, you're still happy!" Jaxon says.

"Yeah, if my baby daddy just would know, then I wouldn't have to do everything by myself."

"What do you mean he doesn't know? You didn't tell him?"

"No, I didn't. Why not? He deserves to know."

"I tried to tell him, but he was busy putting his d**k in some w***e's p***y," I answer, feeling bitter.

"Oh..."

"Yeah, 'oh.' Besides, I know that he just would have tried to manipulate me to come back, and I probably would have. He's done that so many times already, and I deserve more, dammit!" I exclaim, and Jaxon snaps his fingers.

"You tell him, gurl!" he says with a fake accent, which makes me laugh; he's a real goofball; the laughter dies down, and we're all just sitting there in an awkward silence.

"So..." I start. "Who of you fine gentleman is going to have the honor to live with a pregnant woman with horrible mood swings?" I smile sweetly while they look terrified; that's right, boys, I'm a challenge.