29.

EROS' POV

My phone rang for the twentieth time this morning.

"Should I get it, Mr. West?" Isaiah asked. With both hands in my pockets, I turned away from the large square window behind my work desk, and faced him.

"No, no." I objected. My chest heaved as I took a deep breath, pulled out my right hand and ran it through my hair. " I know who it is." Isaiah nodded slighty, and hummed in understanding. Dalia had sent me about fifteen emails in the last one week. My guess is that she soon realised she had to try other methods, and so she began to call my personal phone number. Not only did I have absolutely zero idea how she even got my number, but I was nearly losing my mind because of her persistent pestering. There was not a single day that passed where Dalia did not call my line, morning, noon, and night. Sebastian had also noticed, and was curious to know why I just wanted speak to the mother of my unborn child.

Of course, to this I responded with some transfer of aggression disguise