How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,65

do the same. My breasts were big, but they weren’t sexy big. They were full big. Even if Cole liked to play with them, it wasn’t… sexy.

I had chipmunks coming on. My second chin was growing.

And I knew if I looked hard enough, I’d find more than a few stretch marks.

And Cole was out fucking someone else?

With his perfect body and worship worthy cock.

I hated him.

I tried to fall asleep after getting angry and it wasn’t easy to do.

Around two in the morning, my emotions got the best of me and I buried my face into a pillow and cried.

At the same time, my brain decided to get back at Cole for something he didn’t do.

My heart believed he wasn’t fucking some other woman.

But my brain believed it had to have been true.

So, what did I do?

With tears streaming down my cheeks, I reached down between my legs and touched myself.

I tried to come but… nope.

I needed Cole.

Fuck, I needed Cole.

My alarm began to beep and then it stopped.

Almost instantly.

I rolled over and when I reached for my phone, someone touched my hand.

I screamed and pulled the covers over my head.

“Don’t kill me!” I yelled.

“Maya, it’s me.”

I eased the covers down below my eyes to see Cole standing at the side of the bed.

Dressed in black pants, a white shirt, and a tie undone around his neck.

My heart fluttered.

And my inner thighs trembled.

Why weren’t they trembling last night when I needed them to?

“I brought you some breakfast,” Cole said. “Coffee. And your favorite sandwich.”

“From the office?” I asked.

“Yeah. I went down there and came back here.”

“Why?”

Cole slipped his hands into his pockets. “I’m sorry about yesterday. About getting pissed and taking it out on you.”

“That’s what you always do.”

“I know. I have to stop doing that. Secretary, pregnant, with me… whatever it is… it’s not fair.”

“Oh, fuck,” I said. I dropped the cover down to my lap. “You fucked someone else last night, didn’t you?”

“What?” Cole asked.

“You asshole. You’re feeling guilty now so you’re going to be nice to me.”

“Whoa, Maya, no,” he said. “I didn’t… no.”

“You swear?”

“I swear,” Cole said. “I’m just trying to apologize. I, uh, I got drunk and went to Liam’s. I told him and then I talked to Jackson and Lincoln.”

“Why does your jaw look bruised?” I asked.

“A few well-earned punches came my way,” he said. “I shouldn’t have hid your pregnancy from my best friends. The same way you shouldn’t from yours. I put us in this position and it’s not good. Take a day or two off, Maya. Fully paid. Go visit your friends.”

“And tell them what?”

“Whatever you want to tell them,” Cole said. “The truth? Go for it.”

“What is the truth, Cole? Are you just my boss?”

We stared at each other far too long to make this the romantic moment I secretly hoped it would become.

That was my answer.

I reached for the coffee. “Forget that last part. I’ll just tell them what I want. I met someone. We had a fun night. Now I’m pregnant. Is the guy an asshole? Yeah, he’s an asshole. But he didn’t abandon me.” I looked at Cole again. “And that I appreciate.”

Cole nodded. He reached for my face and stroked my cheek. “I will never abandon you, love. I swear on my life. You and the baby will be taken care of.”

Cole leaned down and I smiled.

He kissed my forehead.

And that was it.

I groaned under my breath.

Can’t a girl have an orgasm with her coffee?

Cole arranged for a car to drive me home.

A nice car too.

A big backseat, complete with food and drink.

Plenty of room for me to keep working on my book.

The asshole boss story that needed to be told.

Except for the last little bit it had been hard to write about the asshole boss. Because the asshole boss was the man in my bed and the man I was starting to really fall for.

Of course, the book I was writing was fiction, but all fiction came from something that was real.

There was no way I could suddenly just have the asshole in my book turn nice.

What would be the point of it?

At least in my case, like in real life, I was pregnant.

Cole had incentive to be nice.

Incentive…

I looked down at my belly and frowned.

Was that all it was?

He was being nice so I didn’t go crazy and come after his money?

Why was he shipping me away?

Was he fucking other woman again?

I shut my eyes.

When the pregnancy brain decided to go wild, it went