Page 242 of The Baby Twist
“Hold on a second. You’re sleeping in here?”
“Yep. You really wouldn’t let the pregnant mother of your twin babies sleep on a couch, would you?” I climbed in, set my phone on the nightstand, and pulled the sheets up. “It’s not my fault you don’t have an extra bed.”
“Fine. Well, guess what? I’m sleeping in the bed as well. This is my bed.”
“Never said it wasn’t. You stay on your side, and I’ll stay on mine,” I said.
He stripped out of his clothes, and my eyes diverted to his sexy-as-sin body. Even though I wasn’t a fan of his, I would let him take advantage of me.
“Goodnight, Marley.” He rolled on his side, his back to mine.
“Night, Charlie. Sweet dreams.”
“More like a nightmare.” I heard him mumble under his breath, and I silently smiled.
I would make this as miserable for him as it was for me.
My eyes flew open, and I quickly sat up, covering my mouth with my hand. I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. As I was hanging over the toilet, feeling as if my insides were coming up through my throat, Charlie walked in and started the shower.
“Morning. Can I say something?” he asked.
“What?”
“If you’re going to be throwing up, please use the other bathroom.”
I couldn’t believe the nerve of this man. “How about I just don’t get out of bed at all and throw up on you.”
“Really, Marley?” He took down his underwear and stepped into the shower.
I was done vomiting but pretended I wasn’t as I stole small glances at his cock that got me in this position to begin with. God, I was horny.
I wiped my mouth with a tissue and climbed back into bed. As I lay there, I heard the shower turn off. With a towel wrapped around his waist, Charlie entered the bedroom and removed one of his many suits from the closet.
“Why does a gamer wear a suit to the office?” I asked.
“I’m a CEO and have an important meeting today.”
“But you’re also a gamer. Shouldn’t you dress like one?”
“Shouldn’t you go back to sleep?” He walked past me.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and noticed a text message in our girl’s group chat.
Olivia: “How did McBillionaire take it?”
Penelope: Come on, Mar. We’re dying over here.”
“I’ll stop by the coffee shop later and tell you.”
“Oh God.” I placed my hand over my mouth and jumped up from the bed.
“Other bathroom!” I heard Charlie shout.
I ran into the other bathroom and barely made it. Hanging my head in the toilet, I wanted to die.
“I’m leaving now. I suppose you’ll still be here when I get home?” Charlie asked from the doorway.
“Yep,” I said.
