Page 20 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

She stared at it for a second before she placed her computer aside and opened the lid. Her eyes widened slightly, and she looked back at me. "How much was this?"

I shrugged because I honestly didn't know. I hadn’t looked at the receipt.

"Does it fit?" I asked, "We can always have it resized."

She pulled the ring out, and it easily slid onto her finger. "It's a little big, but not by much." She moved her hand, her eyes glued to the ring now, and a small part of me felt proud. It looked good on her hand, and the gold complimented her skin tone.

There was a knock on the door, and Gina grabbed her computer. "Since we have some time before Chris gets here, maybe she should go over some details about how we go here."

I nodded and turned to the door. I opened it and froze. It was Chris. I hadn't seen him in a couple of years, but he looked the same. He was wearing a suit, his hair was combed back, and he smelled like cologne but not the good kind.

"Chris," I said, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you were coming later tonight."

Chris smiled, showing teeth that were too white. His smile was smug, as if he knew right away that this was fake. "Well, I was ahead of schedule and figured I could stop by. I didn't think it would be a problem."

I looked over my shoulder, and Gina was staring at me with wide, bugged eyes. She quickly grabbed the ring box, frantically trying to find a spot to hide it. After a second, she threw it behind the TV stand. She then started to collect her folders and paper while trying to fix her hair.

I didn't think we really had a choice. If I didn't let him in, it looked like we were hiding something.

"Of course," I said, pulling the door open. "You're lucky we are both home. I’m usually at work now."

Chris stepped inside the apartment, and instantly, I could see how his eyes scanned the space. I didn't like it.

He grunted and looked at Gina. His eyes scanned her, looking for problems, but I saw his hand pause where the ring sat on her finger. Gina swallowed, looking nervous.

"I brought your check," he said, walking into the kitchen and looking around. It seems you followed Eddy's will, so the money is yours to use for what you like."

Gina moved with him, and I took a step behind her. Lucas looked around the kitchen and wandered into the living room where Gina's mess still was. Chris made another grunting noise.

"Interesting, I don't see any photos of you guys hanging up?"

"Lucas isn't much of a decorator," Gina said, trying to sound confident. I glared at her. What was wrong with how I decorated?

Lucas placed his briefcase on the coffee table and opened it. He slid out a check and placed it on the table.

Gina took a seat and then looked at me. "Lucas, could you grab me something to drink?"

I wasn't a fan of the idea of leaving her alone with Chris, but I gave her a soft smile and nodded. I stepped into the kitchen when I heard her grumble. "You were not supposed to be here until later! I told you we might not be home."

"You make it sound like it matters when I come here, Gina. If you two were really getting married, it wouldn't. So, what do you have on him? What does he owe you that made him agree to this? You must have something. You made him leave the room."

Gina growled. "Because you're a fucking prick!"

I stiffened, tempted to turn back and say something, but I couldn't. I grabbed a glass of water and walked back. Gina was writing her name on the check, and Chris's eyes snapped at me as I entered.

I sat down next to Gina and offered her the water. She took a long swig of it before setting it on the coffee table.

"So, how did you two get together?" Chris asked, raising an eyebrow at us.

I waited for Gina to answer since she seemed to be the one most concerned with details. Gina smiled at Chris. "He stopped resisting the urge to be with me. We ran into each other a year back and decided to talk."

I internally scowled.

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Talked? That doesn't sound like Lucas. Lucas fucks. He doesn't talk."

Gina's face went red, and she swallowed. "Yeah, well, I don't, so we talked."

Chris snorted and grabbed a few papers from his briefcase. "Clearly, which begs another question. Why has no one spoken about this? I feel everyone would be gossiping."

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