Page 47 of Plus-Size Pregnant Mate

"What happens if you don't get a son?" I asked, glancing at him.

Logan tilted his head. "I'm sure you know."

I looked away, placing a hand close to my stomach.

Logan was moving, showing me another empty room.

"You can use this space for a studio. Do whatever you like in here. I'm generous."

I looked away, wanting to roll my eyes. Sure, generously said the man that threatened to kill me and probably my child if it’s female.

I walked over to the window and saw that it was bolted. I wouldn't be able to get out.

"What did I say about trying to find a way out?"

I turned and scowled at him, telling a quick lie. "I was checking the lighting," I said. "It's dark in here… it's bad for painting."

He stared at me for a moment, seeming to question me, but then he pulled his eyes up to the light fixture. "We can have the fixture changed out for more light."

"Thank you," I said, turning away. "I'll need paint and canvases."

"We can order them."

I chewed on my lower lip, suddenly wondering if I was going to be stuck there. Was anyone going to know I was here?

I wished I had my phone to call Owen. Would he even know where to look for me? Would he find me? Was he even looking?

I glanced at Logan, wondering how long he was going to wait before he forced himself on me. I knew with his last wife, they were only married a week before she started looking sick. My guess was he waited a week before he started wanting to try for a son.

"I'm going to start dinner," he said, turning. You can do what you please. When we are done eating, I recommend sleep. Tomorrow we are getting up early to go to church and get married." He looked back at me. And once that is done, there is nothing anyone can do.”

He turned, stepping out of the room, and headed down the stairs. I placed my hands on my stomach and could feel the little heartbeat.

"We're going to be okay," I whispered out loud. "One way or another…I will get us out."

Maybe if I waited until it was time to sleep. Surely, he would sleep, and I knew how to sneak out without anyone knowing. It was how I saw Owen for almost a year before I started driving.

Something told me Logan would guess that. If he bolted the windows shut, he likely had a way to keep the door locked. I had to think of another way out.

I felt like my head was spinning, and I stepped back into the hallway and toward the room I was supposed to be using.

I opened the closet and frowned, seeing the clothes hanging up. They were his wife's clothes—sorry, ex-wives' clothes.

I quickly dug, looking for something to tell me how to get out. I then dug around the room, looking for anything that could be used to pick a lock, but there was nothing. It was like no one had ever used this room.

There were no papers, no makeup, and no personal items. Whatever she had used was long gone now.

I didn't know how much time passed, but the sun set, and I sat on the bed with my knees curled up to me.

I felt a small tug in my chest and pulled my head up. Instantly, I felt like a snap happened, and my eyes widened.

"Owen?"

There was then a large pounding on the door downstairs. I pulled myself out of the bed and hurried out of the room and towards the stairs.

The pounding grew louder before I heard the door bust open. "Where is she?" Owen's voice filled the space, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

I took a few steps down, finding him standing in the doorway, the door busted open. Owen stood with his hands at his side in fists, his eyes scanning the space. It was only a moment before they snapped up at me, and I knew I was going to be safe.

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