Page 15 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

The waiter came back with my coffee and her water. We ordered, and Gina placed her hands together as she looked around. I took in her soft blue eyes and the way she soaked in her surroundings.

"How did we meet?" I asked.

She looked confused. "Excuse me?"

"You said we needed to plan our story, so how did we meet?"

She made a face and stared at her water. "Well, it has to be a good story. Otherwise, Chris will sniff the bullshit right out of it."

"Still a prick?" I asked, and she smirked, nodding her head. I grunted and looked around the cafe. I spotted an older couple having lunch and talking along with a younger couple, clearly unable to keep their hands off each other.

"We ran into each other in town one day and decided to chat online, and it grew from there."

I shook my head. "No."

"What do you mean no?"

"That's not me."

"Then what do you want to say happened?" she countered.

"I stopped fighting the urge to be with you."

She looked stunned.

"No one will believe we ran into each other and caught up. People will believe you're my mate and ignore it because you were…" I didn't finish the sentence.

She scowled, "the weak link?"

"That," I said.

"So, they will pity you?"

That possibility existed, but it was the only truthful thing we could put forward. I knew Chris, and Chris wouldn't believe me as the type of person to email and chat with a woman. If I was interested in someone, I slept with them. It was just that simple.

"You can say whatever you want, but that should be the base of it."

She sighed. "Fine. I can figure out the other details, but Chris will be coming down, so whatever I say, you have to go with. No arguing. I already called a few places where we can have a small ceremony."

The waiter came back with our food. Gina continued to explain things, and after we ate, we headed out.

"I can drop you off. Where are you headed?"

"To the house," she said simply.

I scowled. "What for?"

"To live."

I frowned at her. I knew that Ayden said it was good, but he didn't mean to live in. He meant to enter. She couldn't livethere until the place had been cleaned from the fire, which could take time.

"You can’t live there, Gina. It needs to be cleaned and checked before you sleep there."

She shrugged. "It's fine."

"It's not," I grumbled. "Just stay in my spare bedroom."

Her eyebrows went up, and she looked shocked. She quickly shook her head. "No, that's…"

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