How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,50
yes. I could control this. “You can’t. It’s not safe. Or healthy. I’ll call Dr. Haime right now if you want me to.”
“I never said… what is going on here?”
“Nothing is going on. I don’t want you or the baby smelling that stuff.”
“It’s where I live, Cole.”
“You’re moving.”
“Is that so?” Maya asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’ll find you a new place.”
“You’re finding me a place to live?”
“I’m paying for it, too. So, yeah, I’ll have final say in where it’s going to be.”
“Is this part of your hush plan with me?” Maya asked. “In case you didn’t see, I’m starting to show a little here.”
“Oh, I see it, Maya.”
“Yeah, thanks. I feel really attractive right now.”
I swallowed hard.
I thought she actually looked beautiful. She tried to wear a baggy shirt but it didn’t matter. Her belly was going to show no matter what.
“You need to go shopping for maternity clothes too then,” I said. “I’ll mark that down and give you a credit card.”
“Wow. I get a credit card too?”
“I told you I was going to take care of this.”
“This… as in your deep, dark secret?”
“I’ll let you know where the apartment is,” I said. “It’ll be fully furnished. Minus the nursery.”
“You’re just so good to me, Cole,” she said in a dry voice.
“I’m keeping to my word here, Maya. Give me a break.”
“You get a call from your brother and now you’re all protective of me. I see what’s going on.”
“And what’s that?” I asked.
“You can’t control your brother, so you want to control me.”
“I’m taking care of my unborn baby and that baby’s mother. Don’t look into it, Maya.”
“Yeah, sure,” she said. “Whatever you say. You just tell me where to live. How to live. What to wear. That’s just fine. I’m not allowed to tell anyone you got me pregnant. Who cares, right?”
“It’s not going to be like this for long,” I said.
“That’s what you said weeks ago.”
Maya turned and I hurried after her.
I gently spun her back around.
Her belly brushed against me and I stepped back.
“Can’t you just be spoiled rotten for right now and be happy with that?” I whispered.
“Fine,” Maya said. “Just make sure the apartment has a spot for me to write.”
“Three bedrooms in the city?” I asked. “Do you know how much that’s going to cost?”
“Am I worth it?” Maya whispered.
She looked beautiful. Kissable. Lovable.
She was pregnant with my baby.
Of course, she was fucking worth it.
She was slowly becoming worth everything.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Maya
I didn’t have much to my name, but what I did, most of it was still in boxes scattered throughout the new apartment. That meant maybe five boxes, tops. The rest of the apartment came already fully furnished. And as much as I tried to hate everything in the apartment, I kind of loved it.
My first complaint was the couch.
It looked bulky and annoying.
Hardly.
It was like sinking into a cloud.
And it pulled out into a bed.
Meaning I could have a little slumber party in the living room anytime I wanted.
Which I had done the last two nights because why not?
The floor plan was open.
It was like a giant studio apartment.
The wood floors looked old but they were new. The walls looked like cold stone but they weren’t cold at all.
It had such an old city vibe to it. The kind of place a writer like me would love to hole up in and write a bestseller. Truthfully, I wondered if Cole chose this place for that reason alone. If he did, that was kind of cool of him. Almost a tiny bit romantic.
Only almost though.
After all, he was still Cole.
Cockhead Cole was always in full swing at the office.
He got his own coffee a few times and then that went away.
I think he thought when the morning sickness calmed that meant I was suddenly comfortable and ready to go again. Which I wasn’t. I mean, yeah, it was great that I wasn’t throwing up every morning. I had no idea what changed in my body, but one morning I woke up and just didn’t get sick.
Cole texted me one night and said he had an apartment for me and some guys were coming to move me out of Bev’s apartment in two days.
Everything with Cole happened like that.
Fast.
I touched my belly and felt the bump.
Everything was fast with Cole…
Besides the couch, I tried to hate the TV. For no good reason. I tried to complain that the kitchen being open and part of the apartment was bad. It wasn’t. I tried to