Page 25 of Surprise Baby for My Enemy Billionaire

As much as I know I should be appalled that she can hold a grudge for so long, I'm not. It's...entertaining, in a way. Everything about her is entertaining, even that. And no matter how hard I try, I can't help but see her in that light.

I'm also well aware of how difficult this is. I've never had to go on more than one date to get a woman to fall for me. But now, two dates in, Gigi remains completely unfazed. Sure, she hasn't written an article in a few days, but she's still resistant to my charms.

And, if I’m being perfectly honest with myself, I’m irked about it.

“I’m going to guess and say you had to apologize for whatever the hell you did—or whatever she thinksyou did,” Theo says, interrupting my train of thought. I look at him. Theo knows me better than anyone else. He can see right through me.

I guess that is one of the many perks of having a twin brother.

“Yes,” I growl, feeling almost foolish. I’d sworn on everything I held dear that I wouldn’t apologize, and yet, the words had slipped out. And I’d not felt even remotely deceptive while saying them.

“Did she even tell you whatyou did?” Theo asks, his eyes gleaming.

I want to punch him. He’s enjoying this. Teasing me.

“Yes,” I say. As much as I would like to usher him out of my office, he deserves to know everything about the Gigi situation—sans my confused feelings. “She was mad over something that took place six years ago.”

Theo looks downright amused. “Hell reallyhath no fury like a woman scorned.”

I return my gaze to my screen, but I’m hardly seeing anything. All I can feel is the overwhelming apprehension that Theo is going to keep pushing this subject.

I’m right. “How did it feel?” he asks. “Realizing that your balls won’t fall off if you apologize?”

“I did what I had to do to save your sorry election,” I growl at him. “You’re welcome.”

He grins, looking like he could do this for years. “It’s suffered already, and guess whose fault it is?” He pauses, and I can tell he’s clearly basking in the fact that he’s teasing me. “Yours. If only you weren’t an ass to Georgina Harris, I wouldn’t have to share in her wrath.”

I stare at the glimmer in his eyes and the amusement creeping onto his lips. And, as much as I want to deny it, he's right. I had almost jeopardized his campaign because of my own blunders, and I would hate myself if I hadn't been able to rectify it.

I exhale. “There hasn’t been an article for a few days now. I succeeded in fixing my mistakes, haven’t I?”

Theo nods. “What do you plan to do now?” he asks.

I lean back in my swivel chair, raking my fingers together. “Help you win the upcoming election. What else?”

“You know that’s not what I’m asking,” Theo says. “I mean Georgina. What are you going to do about her?”

He knows as well as I do that Georgina is no ordinary woman. That I couldn’t just play along with her for a few weeks and dump her when I’m done.

Maybe he realizes that I would notbe able to do that.

Theo’s phone buzzes in his pocket before I can muster a reply. He answers and gets distracted talking to someone on the phone while I drown in possible answers to his question.What the hell am I going to do with Gigi after the election?

I was able to achieve the goal with which I approached her in the first place. She stopped publishing further articles about me and my family. That is a win, right?

But why doesn’t it feel like a victory? Why does my chest feel tight?

Why do I feel…guilt?

Why does my conscience prick like I’ve done something heinous?

If I didn't know myself well enough, I might think that I'm feeling guilty for deceiving Gigi. But I'm not confused about my own fluctuating emotions. I am fond of Gigi, perhaps even too much for my own good. However, the last thing I expected was to feel terrible and like an absolute jerk, especially since I know I was only doing this for my brother, for my family. Theo always comes first, no matter how frustrating he can be.

And all of this is for him.

“Something came up,”Theo says as he hangs up. “I have to go.”

“What’s that?” I ask. “Is it an emergency? Do you need me to do anything for you?”

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