Page 24 of Bullied Pregnant Mate

I had imprinted the image of her with just a towel. Her skin was dripping wet, and the towel clung to her like a second skin. Her hair was damp, dripping down her shoulders. And I imagined that was how she looked when she had sex.

I quickly shook my head, clearing the thought away.

"How have things been?" Owen asked, setting another plate aside.

"We've only been doing this for a couple of days, but it's been good so far. I'm trying to give her space and let her settle."

Owen raised an eyebrow. "And you're okay with someone being in your place?"

It wasn't easy for me, but with Gina, it wasn't as hard as I had imagined. Sure, she left stuff everywhere, but she wasn't dirty, just messy. It was normally papers or random things that she left lying around. And she was quiet. Even when she was around, the only noise he ever heard was her playing some quiet music and the sound of her typing on her computer.

"It's been fine," I admit with a shrug.

Just then, I could hear Cayden and Miles coming up the stairs. They both stopped at the island. Cayden yawned, looking tired, and Miles looked directly at me.

"She still alive, or did you kick her out of your house?" Miles asked, a smirk pulling at his lips.

"I could ask the same of your wife," I said, raising an eyebrow at him.

"My wife loves me, but the woman you opened your house to does not. If anything, I'd go as far as to say she hates you."

He wasn't wrong, and the thought irritated me a little.

Owen cleared his throat. "It's a little early for me to play parent, guys. Can we be civil?"

"I'm being civil," Miles said, looking back at me. "It was an honest question. You don't like people in your house."

"Correction, I don't like annoying people in my house," I sipped my coffee. "You fall under that category."

Cayden snorted as he moved towards the coffee maker, pouring himself a mug.

Miles scowled. "You just don't know how to have fun."

I set my mug down and looked at him. "The last time I invited you over to my house, you brought a girl, and she broke a mug."

"That was three years ago, and it was just a mug."

"She threw the mug at your head, missed, and busted a hole in my wall."

Cayden laughed. We all knew the story: the one time I allowed Miles to stay with me because he was having his place painted and just needed to be out for a day. Ayden told him to stay with me. I'd allowed it once and one time only.

"Yeah, about that." Owen turned from the water. "Who is a guest at someone's house and brings a lady over?"

"She was my girlfriend," Miles quickly added. "We were dating."

"You met her the night before," I said.

"It was a quick relationship," Miles barked back.

"Yeah, you broke up the following morning."

Miles threw his hands up. "You all are making it seem like this is about me. The topic was him and Gina."

I sighed, taking another sip of my coffee. "Gina is fine. She's quiet and clean. A lot cleaner than you are."

Cayden and Owen chuckled, ending the conversation.

I pulled up to the house and stared at it. I glanced at the bag sitting on my passenger side. It was a little after one, and I figured Gina hadn't eaten, so I ordered her a sandwich and chips.

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