Page 90 of Sinful Lies

But Giovanni is nowhere in sight.

After dropping off my bag, I head down the hall to his office to pick up some paperwork and I’m surprised to find it empty. According to Karlie, he’s taking a sick day,so not only do I not need to deal with him in person, I don’t even have him chasing case reports over email.

“Hey, do you know what’s actually wrong with Giovanni?” I ask Karlie after sitting back down at my desk.

Karlie shrugs, leaning against my cubicle as she flicks her long, red hair over her shoulder. “No idea. All I know is that he’ll be out for a few days at least.”

The thought that Giovanni has been dealt with, at least for now, should calm my nauseous stomach, but instead it has the opposite effect.

I get to my feet and head toward the bathroom as my mouth starts to fill with saliva.

Perhaps this is simply my body’s way of purging itself of all the toxic emotions I’ve been dealing with over the past few months. I have been running on pure adrenaline and that will eventually take its toll on the nervous system.

Once I sit back down at my desk, I decide to send Dimitri a message just to check on the status of Giovanni.

Giovanni’s taken a sick day… Should I be worried?

Dimitri: The only thing you need to worry about is making sure you’re naked in the hot tub by the time I get home ;)

I bitemy lip as I read his message two more times. The thought of climbing onto Dimitri’s lap and sinking myself down onto his thick cock has my cheeks heating.

Maybe we should take a second honeymoon…

Focusing on work when my mind keeps filling with such filthy thoughts is difficult. Add to the fact that I have to keep running to the bathroom to be sick means I’ve barely made a dent in my work by lunchtime.

Maybe I am getting sick after all.

Wait. Oh god.

My hands fly to my stomach as I try to do some quick math in my head. It’s been five weeks since the wedding, which means it’s been five weeks since Dimitri and I first slept together…

“Oh no, no,no,” I groan, putting my head in my hands. “This can’t be happening.”

I open my period tracking app.

Shit. Almost 2 weeks late. That’s unheard of for me. My body runs like clockwork, so alarm bells should have gone off the moment it was a day late.

Of course, with everything going on with Giovanni, I barely had the time to consider who I was, let along what day it was or if I should be getting my period.

This is not good.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

“Zara? Is everything okay?” Karlie peers over the top of my cubicle.

I lift my head, and she’s frowning down at me.

“Uh, I’m taking my lunch break.” I quickly grab my bag.

Normally, we go to the coffee shop across the street together, but I need to run an errand, and I need to do it alone.

I practically sprint to the drugstore two blocks over from my office, my heart hammering in my chest as my new future starts to play out in my head.

I can’t be pregnant, I justcan’t.

Dimitri and I are only playing pretend. Our relationshipisn’t real, no matter how badly I’m starting to wish otherwise, and to bring a child into this situation complicates things even further.

I’m not even sure if Dimitriwantschildren. He’s great with Leo, but being an uncle and being a father are two completely different things.

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