Page 165 of The Baby Twist
“No, you may not.”
He gripped my arms, lifted me up, moved me to the side, and stepped inside.
“Excuse me! What the hell, Miles?”
“I told you earlier we need to talk, and we’re going to talk now.”
“You didn’t answer my question? How did you know I was staying here?”
“I had Sean follow you.” He looked around the room. “Why this room, Stella? This is?—”
“I know.” I put my hand up. “This is all they had available.”
“You lied to me,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You said you were in an apartment.”
“Why did you have Sean follow me? That was a shit thing to do, Miles.”
“I was worried about you and your living arrangements. Why are you still in a hotel?”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Climbing on the bed, I grabbed my plate and took a bite of my burger. Miles turned around and faced me.
“The entire time we were together, I never saw you eat a burger,” he said.
“I don’t really like burgers.” I popped a fry in my mouth.
“Then why are you eating one?”
“I was craving it.”
“Have you or have you not found an apartment yet?”
“No. I can’t seem to find one.”
“How is that possible in this city?”
“I guess I’m being overly picky,” I said, biting into my burger. “Something doesn’t seem right with every apartment I look at. I want certain things, and each apartment doesn’t fit the criteria.”
“Like what?” he asked.
“Space. I want a big room for the baby so I can decorate it with everything I want. I don’t know.” I picked up my napkinand wiped my mouth. “I want it to feel like home when I step inside, and none of them have.”
He stood up, grabbed one of my suitcases from the corner, and set it on the bed.
“Excuse me? What the hell are you doing?”
He opened the dresser drawers and started tossing my things into the suitcase.
“I asked you what you were doing?” I climbed off the bed. “Stop that right now!” I walked over and tried to grab one of my shirts from his hand.
“You’re moving back into the penthouse.” His eyes stared into mine.
“The hell I am, Miles.” I yanked my shirt from his hand.
“This is why I wanted to talk to you, Stella. You’re moving back in with me. I want you there, in my penthouse, with me. I want you back home.” He ran his hand through his hair and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Miles,” I softly spoke.
“I want you and our baby home. I’m sorry for everything, Stella. There’s so much I want to say, but I don’t know how. Everyone is right about me. I don’t know how to live a life outside Bradshaw Capital.”
