Page 59 of The Baby Twist
“What?” I furrowed my brows.
“I’m sending you the link right now,” he said as he pulled his phone from his pocket.
I opened his message on my computer and clicked the link. I rubbed my face and sighed as I sat there and heard Jenna’s voice.
“What is going on with you two?” Danny asked.
“Nothing. We really haven’t seen each other all week besides here at the office. She’s been going to some prenatal yoga classes three times a week and tells me she’s busy when I ask her to dinner. I guess she really has been busy. Jesus Christ. I can’t believe what I’m hearing.”
“There’s a total of ten days’ worth of podcasts if you want to listen to more. Look at her ratings, bro. She’s killing it. I didn’t think you knew about it.”
“No. I didn’t. Thanks for telling me.”
I could feel the rage deep inside me. This was the last thing I needed. After Danny left my office, I decided to listen to a few more clips. I wouldn’t lie. I was offended, and I was pissed as hell.
“Laurel, tell Jenna I want to see her now!”
“Of course, Mr. Thorne.”
A few moments later, Jenna walked into my office.
“You wanted to see me?”
“Shut the door and have a seat.”
“By the harsh tone of your voice, it sounds serious.”
“Oh, it is.” I pressed play on one of her podcasts.
She sat there and bit down on her bottom lip as we both stared at each other.
“I can explain that.”
“You damn well better!” I shouted at her.
“First of all, don’t you dare shout at me. Second of all, nobody knows it’s you or me.”
“Danny fucking knew the minute he heard your voice!” I yelled.
“Why was he listening to my podcast? A little weird, don’t you think?”
“His girlfriend was listening to it in the car. It doesn’t matter! How could you do that?”
“Do what? Tell my story of being a single pregnant woman whose baby daddy isn’t sure if he wants to stick around or not?”
“I told you I would be here for you, but that just wasn’t enough. If I didn’t want anything to do with you or that baby, I would not have given you a job here or let you rent out my apartment in the same damn building where I was living!”
“Stop shouting.”
“No! I won’t stop shouting because I’m pissed off! Not to mention the fact that you called me a scared little boy!”
“Hold up.” She put her hand up. “I was referring to all men. I wasn’t singling you out. But hey, if the shoe fits.”
The rage inside me was growing, and I needed to control it before I did something I would regret.
“I need you to leave,” I spoke.
“You’re done shouting at me?”
