Page 14 of Devoted Love: A BWWM Romance

I park in my designated spot and grab my coffee and messenger bag off the backseat. I toss the strap across my body and head into Platinum Prestige Headquarters. Last year we bought this building. Land in the downtown area was hard to find, and Hunter wanted our office centrally located.

Buying the entire building has proven to be a sound investment for the corporation. I wave at the front desk guard and catch the elevator up to my office on the fourth floor. I drop my stuff and hop back on the elevator heading to the top level.

All of the guys have offices on the fifth floor to handle our duties for Platinum Prestige. It’s like a daily slumber party, except we have to wear clothes.

“They’re waiting for you,” the office administrative assistant says the moment I step out of the elevator.

"For me? Why?" I glance at my watch, and I'm early. I enter the conference room, and everyone is sitting around the table. "What's going on?"

"You, Miss Thang!" Charlee smiles.

“So…” Ryann sings as I drop in the empty chair beside her.

“It worked!!!” I squeal, and my guys jump up dancing with me.

"How'd you handle the heels?" Taylor asks breathlessly.

“I was good until I fell.”

A collective gasp spreads across the room as they sit to hear the story.

“We talked and kissed and…”

“Ahhhh, shyte…she let the freak out.” The happy dancing starts again until we burst into a fit of laughter.

"Y'all I wasn't nervous or stuttering." I exhale. "Well, not as much as before."

“So, how did you fall?” Taylor asks.

"We were kissing, and I thought I heard someone calling his name. He turned around, and I see a woman standing there."

“He had a date?” Charlee leans forward.

"He said it was his assistant," Harper adds.

“Sarah?" Ryann asks, facing me.

I nod.

"Watch that one. She's cool, but I always sensed a crush." Ryann folds over, and I reach for her. "I'm okay, just a little nauseous."

"Do you want me to call X?" Taylor asks, sitting beside her.

“No,” she wipes her nose and stares around the room. “I’m just pregnant.”

We all sit in shock. The look on her face makes it hard to tell whether she’s happy.

“Can we dance?” Charlee asks.

“Yes.” Ryann laughs with her head resting on the table.

We stand to dance when Chase whispers, “So am I?”

“What?!”

Chase smooths the fabric around her stomach, and I see a little bump. I reach for it, and she nods. I rub her belly.

"Please let me plan the baby shower," I beg.

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