Page 64 of Billionaire's Second Chance

My head tilted down and moved closer. Since I was only using one eye, I needed to shorten the distance between it and the object on the counter.

What I saw immediately jolted my body, my hand flew off my face and planted itself on the counter to support my shaky frame. My eyes bulged open, and I stared down in disbelief.

The long-awaited answer was 'yes.' I was pregnant.

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Greg had been speaking for a while, but his voice echoed in the distance. The two pink lines had taken over every thought in my mind.

I pressed an imaginary rewind button to every moment spent with Damon. It had to have happened during our first night. Ironically, we had made love in his private movie theater. Of course, his child would be conceived in front of a big white screen.

A few burning questions now bore holes through my forehead. A confused expression was permanently planted on my face for everyone to see.

Would I tell Damon? When would I tell him? How would I tell him?

"Ava—" Greg's voice penetrated the air. "Ava, what's the matter with you today?"

"Um," I stuttered. "I couldn't sleep all night. Rocky was going through something. Maybe another growth spurt."

"Does Damon know?" Greg quizzed me.

"Know what?" I jumped in my seat, hoping he hadn't somehow read my mind and found out I was pregnant.

"That this dog he gave you keeps you up and interferes with your work?" Greg looked at me, concerned.

"Oh," I exhaled. "We're not exactly on speaking terms right now. After our little scene at his office."

I frowned and relaxed in my chair. Flashes of Damon's livid, possessive face filled my mind. He was so angry that I had befriended Lily, but he hadn't asked me a single question about it. He just spewed orders at me like I was his puppet.

"How is that working out for you? You both need to get over this bullshit," Greg raised his voice. I hadn't seen him this passionate in a long time.

He paced nervously around me, his chubby figure occasionally bumping on the table in the tight trailer.

"Greg, relax," I tried to calm him. "I'll be the adult and make things right, OK? I promise."

He looked at me, squinting his eyes. "I hope so, Ava. Don't be a fool and throw everything away."

A fool I was, indeed. Not only did I let my guard down and allow Damon under my sheets time and time again. But now, a part of him was growing inside me.

My head spun with anxiety, and my insides rumbled.

Fuck!

I pushed Greg out of my way and locked the bathroom door behind me.

"Ava," his voice flooded with concern. "Do you need anything? What's going on?"

"Go away, Greg!" I yelled. "I need some privacy. Please, just go away for once!"

He didn't answer. I heard him pick up his belongings, then pause for a moment and slam the door behind himself.

A few dry heaves later, I stared at myself in the mirror, weak and hopeless. I washed my face with cold water, brushed my teeth, and faked a smile. I'd make it through this day of filming, and I'd think about all the rest later.

I removed my stained clothes, slid into the custom-made peach-colored dress waiting for me on a hanger near the trailer bed, unbraided my hair, and poked my head out the door.

I knew I had hurt Greg when I yelled at him. He didn't deserve it. He also deserved to know the truth, but my lips were sealed. I couldn't risk telling anyone right now.

"Greg," I called his name meekly when I found him drinking water from the fountain near the main tent. "I'm so sorry."

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