Page 91 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

“No!” Amelia disagrees. “I won’t have you do that. I am not even sure yet.” Amelia pauses. “I will do a proper pregnancy test tomorrow morning.”

I am reluctant to ask her the big question, but I ask, "Do you know who the father is?" This question was me indirectly asking if she had slept with Jason yet.

“Jason can’t be the father because I haven’t slept with him yet.” Amelia’s response makes me relax. “If I am truly pregnant like I suspect, the baby is Henry’s.”

I am not about to ask my best friend about her sex life, but I am glad that she gives more clarity to the subject. “I haven’t slept with anyone else since I got match-made with Henry.”

I can feel it in Amelia’s voice that she isn’t ready for the quick change that the pregnancy will bring to her life.

“Can you keep it between us?” Amelia begs. “Just until I confirm that I am truly pregnant.”

“I promise to keep it between us.” I pause and ask, “Let me know the outcome, will you?” I made Amelia promise, “Do you promise?”

"I promise," Amelia replies, but I can feel the reluctance in her voice. I know she won't voluntarily tell me about the test, so I promise to call her tomorrow evening.

“Remember to have fun,” Amelia says as she hangs up the call.

I will try to have fun on my honeymoon, but I am concerned for Amelia and the quick turnaround in her life if she is truly pregnant with Henry.

I hear footsteps approaching, and Troy's cologne fills the house. "The plane is ready." Troy kisses me on the cheek as he slides the luggage on the glass floor tiles. "Are you okay? You look worried.”

I force a smile on my face, but my sad countenance is still obvious. “You know you can’t fake a smile,” Troy points out. “You are terrible at that.” Troy holds my shoulders when we get to the car.

I wish I could tell him that I am worried about Amelia and the possibility that she may be pregnant. But I can’t tell him. I am never breaking my promise to Amelia, so I lie to Troy, “My mother seems to be in love with someone.” I exhale. “I am just worried she may get her heart broken again.”

Troy cups my face. "You know your mother is an adult, right?" He asks, "I am sure she is experienced in adult dating and can take care of herself."

“Okay,” I say as Troy hugs me.

“Now, put a better smile on your face and enjoy every journey to the honeymoon country.”

Honeymoon country? I shrug at Troy's carefulness with his words and his resistance to telling me where our honeymoon is to take place.

Troy may just be the most secretive human I have ever met.

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Troy's private plane lands after a six-hour journey; and now, I have given up guessing Troy's surprise.

As I climb down the plane’s exit stairs, the hostess spills the beans when she tells us, "Welcome to St. Lucia."

"St. Lucia!" I never thought I'd be in St. Lucia this year.

I could never have guessed that Troy would be taking me an island for our honeymoon.

I hug Troy, "Thank you, Troy. Thank you."

“I came here once with my father when I was a little boy, and I promised myself that I’d be here again.” Troy pauses to say, “This time, with the love of my life.

I grab his muscular arm. "I know you don't know much about St. Lucia, but during the next two months, you will learn a lot about this beautiful country."

I hold Troy’s shoulder as we enter the waiting sedan. “Two months!” I blurt out. “That is a lot of time to be away from the hospital!”

"It is not enough, Camile," Troy says. "I want to spend a lifetime with you alone. Having sex, traveling the world, and making memories."

"I want that too," I reply, "but I am concerned about the hospital's affairs." Troy kisses my hand and tells me not to worry.

“The hospital is in good hands,” Troy promises. “Look out the window.”

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