Page 50 of Accidental Baby Daddy

I grinned to myself, not wanting to tell her that Oliver had cooked me breakfast. I hadn’t revealed that he had stayed over last night, and I wasn’t sure if I was going to.

Based on what she said earlier, I was sure she was going to try and get it out of me, though.

“Tell me what happened with Gray,” I said after we had our first sips of our mimosas.

Gillian sighed heavily. “I was going to break things off. I really was. But then he called and wanted to come over. He was being so sweet...”

“And you hooked up again,” I said dryly.

She groaned. “Yeah, exactly. And then after, like some messed up pillow talk, he told me that he was seeing someone else, and it was getting serious.”

“Oh, my God,” I breathed. “What an absolute ass.”

“I know, right? So of course, I kicked him out of my bed and out of my life.” She paused, looking down into her half-empty mimosa glass. “He’s still calling me, though.”

“Do you answer?”

She shook her head. “I have more dignity than that. So, what’s it like, working for your ex-boyfriend?”

I blinked. “It’s not so bad.”

“And he’s your neighbor,” she pointed out.

“He is,” I said slowly, taking a bite of my avocado toast.

“Look, Lex, I’m just going to ask youflat out.” She said, and then took a deep breath. “Are you going to keep hooking up with Oliver Stanhope?”

I winced, not wanting to answer but knowing I had to. “Yes, probably,” I admitted quietly, and Gillian gasped.

“This is big, Lex. Really big.”

I sighed. “You already knew we hooked up.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know you werestillhooking up!” she exclaimed. “Last thing I heard you were going to break things off.”

“I didn't say that, exactly,” I hedged.

“Lexie, you know you’re playing with fire.”

“I do,” I said, huffing out a breath. “He stayed over last night. Made me breakfast this morning.”

Her eyes widened. “That sounds like more than just hooking up.”

“Doesn’t it?” I sighed heavily. “He’s confusing me. Because I know that he doesn’t want a real relationship with me.”

“How do you know that?”

“Come on, Gilly. You know how things ended. How angry he was.”

“But that wasn’t your fault?—”

“Wasn’t it though? There was something about me that made him not trust me.”

Gillian frowned. “I think he was just young. Insecure.”

“Maybe,” I muttered. “But I’m not sure whether or not anything has changed since then. I don’t need to be dating another person who tries to control me. I get to have friends, even if they are men.”

“He grew up,” she pointed out. “And so did you.”

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