Page 3 of Pregnant By the Boss

Chapter Two

Everett’s standingin front of me... In my house. How the hell did that happen? Why does he want to talk now? He’s had weeks to ‘talk’ and he chooses the moment when I’m looking and feeling like shit.

He begins pacing and it’s making me dizzy and the tell-tale heat rushes through me. Oh God, not again. “Everett, please sit down, you're making me feel sick.”

“Shit,” he says sitting on the chair furthest away from me. “Did you see a doctor? You really do look like shit.”

“Gee thanks. It’s good to see you too,” I quip glad that he’s sitting down, the nausea hasn’t crept back up, thankfully.

He bends over, resting his elbows on his knees and running his hands through his hair, tugging on it. I glance away because I so want to do that for him. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from reaching out to him. “What do you want, Everett? You can see I’m sick, I wasn’t just avoiding you.”

His eyes flick up to mine and I hear his mutter, “Not this time.”

I can feel my anger bubbling away at the surface. “How dare you say that to me? You’re the one who ignored me for weeks. After the best sex I’ve ever had, I hasten to add. You pushed me away and moved Zara into my place.”

Oh crap! I just told him it was the best sex I’ve ever had.

He stands up and moves closer to me. “You dare say that to me when it’s been you ignoring me all this time.” His eyes flashing with anger, his entire body vibrating with it.

“Me?” I stand up and move closer to him, my anger rising with me. “You’re the one with no decency to even talk to me. You’ve treated me as though I’m nobody for weeks!” I think that is what hurts the most, he’s acted as though I don’t exist anymore.

He steps closer and his scent washes over me. Normally it turns me on, but not today. I look up at him with water in my eyes, my mouth dries, and I know that I have to run. Putting my hand over my mouth I sprint past him and I run to the bathroom.

I don’t care that he’s right behind me as I lean over and vomit into the toilet.

Me and this toilet have become good friends.

“Shit, Saylor, I didn’t realize you were really sick. I’m sorry, let me look after you. What do you need?”

“A new stomach,” I attempt humor, but it fails miserably.

He chuckles, “I’ll get you a wet cloth, how’s that?”

I nod and then a few seconds later I feel the wet cloth on the back of my neck. That feels good. I moan.

“Don’t do that, Saylor. It’s hard enough thinking about you at work in those sexy dresses, but hearing you moan like that reminds me of our night in Vegas.” He leaves the cloth there and moves away from me.

I take the cloth from my neck and wipe my mouth and face. Without lifting my head I ask, “So why did you ignore me when we came back then? I thought we had something special, Everett, and you just walked away. I know I’ll never fit into your world, but did you really need to push me away?” My voice is quiet, but I know he heard me.

He lifts me up off the floor and carries me into the lounge, where he lowers me gently onto the sofa. “I didn’t ignore you, Cassie told me that you regretted it and to leave you alone. I was respecting your wishes, but it was hard, Say. It was real fucking hard.”

“What? When did she say that?” He’s not making sense, why would Cass say anything to him?

“The morning after, I rang you when I found you were gone, I wanted to talk to you and make sure you were okay. I wanted you to know that it wasn’t just a one night stand for me. I wanted more. I still want more,” he confesses, his eyes searching my face as though he’s looking for an answer.

I can’t believe all this time he thought I didn’t want him and he did.

Gently sobbing, I ask, “Why did she do that? I know when I got back to the hotel she was going through her own shit, but she’s my best friend. God, I feel really bad now that you thought that.” I lower my head and look at my hands resting in my lap. “I’m sorry, Everett. I’m sorry you thought that of me.”

I feel the couch dip beside me and he puts his hand on my shoulder and pulls me closer to him. He kisses me on the top of my head. “I was crushed, Say. I thought you didn’t enjoy our night or you regretted it. Did you regret it?”

“No. No way,” I say as I lift my head to look at him. He’s so gorgeous. I reach out my hand and touch his cheek. “No, never.”

He leans in and I know he’s going to kiss me. I push him back. “No, I’ve got puke breath.”

He laughs. “I don’t care, Say. I just want to kiss you. It’s been so long.”

Suddenly my mind clears and I know that I can’t let him kiss me, not until I’ve told him about the baby. That there is a game changer. Well, for me it is.

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