Mr Billionaires Secret Baby

Chapter 18

Pheobe’s POV

My mood was utterly foul. I knew it, I could feel it. I went to bed each night like a tensed woman and awoken the next morning like a mad one. I hated feeling so out of control of things, of people.

Dante had been not been aloof after his behaviour at the restaurant but he was less adamant on pacifying me as he used to be before when I would become upset about even the smallest of things. He had tried to make conversation with me but I had ignored him.

I would deal with Dante later when I had less important things on my mind at present like the disappearance of my boyfriend. Days had gone by and I couldn’t find Dimitri. He didn’t answer any of my calls and when I tried calling him again, his phone was off.

It was like he didn’t want to be found, like he didn’t want to engage with any one or was it just me? If that was the case, I would make him pay for it

We have made plans for our life together. We wanted a future with each other and a comfortable one at that. It was exactly why I was doing what I was doing. For him. For us. We deserved a good life together despite the means that that life would come from.

But before we could run along and live out our fantasies, there were matters that needed to be taken care of. Issues that I needed his assistance and expertise to carry out. It was impossible for me to do it by myself and it was why the man needed to answer his goddamn phone!

“You barely touched your breakfast.” Dante pointed out over his espresso.

We had breakfast this morning on the balcony underneath the bright sun. I hated it since the sun. hurt my sensitive eyes and the breeze blew my hair about.

“I do not feel to eat.” I muttered and be looked at me over his cup.

He placed that small cup to the table and leaned forward fixing his eyes on mine. “I don’t know how many times to apologize, Pheobe. Please forgive me.” His tone was gentle but he was still doing it to get it over with and not because he was genuinely sorry.

flying in my face. “Ugh, why are we eating out here when it’s so damn windy?!” It was a

stormed back in to the house. This was madness. I needed to get a grip. I needed to get away from here for a day. I needed to destress.

I massaged my temples. roughly. I needed a spa day to help deal with my nerves. A nice deep tissue massage will do the trick

to refuse me knowing just how easily Dante could ruin their reputation. I

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Chapter 18

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through the boutiques one after the other buying what ever I could get my hands on and

and had countless bags fill the back of the car.

madam?” The chauffer had asked trying hard to hide his judgement

to go home. Your job is not to ask me if I’m done. Your job is to

utter a word but got back in the car and drove off..

through the busy street until my feet hurt from the heels and uneven ground and I settled on the bench

up the sun but it lasted a second before a cloud blocked it from my face. I groaned

from my face, it had been. very upside down view of the man I was

I was seeing correctly. Dimitri stood there behind. the bench looking dashing as ever. His face was all clean shaven and he got himself a haircut. The all black attire he had on made

touch his muscular arm making sure