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with you two?” Connie asked. “Are you going to get together? Or just…”
“Well, you have to be fucking now, right?” Jen asked. “I mean, you get nine months of sex without worries. Please tell me you’re still fucking him.”
My cheeks warmed up.
Connie pointed. “She is. You wild thing.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said. “It’s complicated.”
“Of course it is,” Jen said. “He’s your boss.”
“I just… I don’t know what to do.”
“You are doing it,” Connie said.
“Okay, real talk time,” Jen said. “We grew up watching way too many television shows about these big families with money. That’s not real life. Staying in this town, leaving, it doesn’t really matter, Maya. You have to go with what you have right now. You know how things were with Ed and me. I was so dumb to hang around… and I still hang around. I keep thinking he’s going to change. I’m wrong. I know I’m wrong. I just want Eddie to have a shot. What I’m saying is that priorities change all the time. It’s nothing to be scared of. And I get it. We see famous people who just kind of go from high school to college to fame to fortune and we want that. You know what? They’re lottery winners, Maya. We’re the reality.”
“You’re never going to end up alone,” Connie said.
“We’ve been so distant though.”
“But we’re together now,” Jen said. “That’s what good friends do. And are. We know how crazy life is.”
I smiled and nodded.
I sipped the coffee.
The cheap homemade coffee had nothing on the good stuff from work or from the hotel where I had woken up today in Cole’s arms.
I thought about everything that happened.
He went through all that trouble… for me. To get to me. To have me.
Maybe there was something romantic hidden in it, or maybe it was just for control and sex.
Right now, things were okay with Cole because of the game we were playing.
Arguing at work. Meeting up at the apartment to have sex.
Cuddling and laughing.
Pretending we were together when we weren’t.
I was still his biggest secret.
Around the office I was just the pregnant secretary.
Right now, we needed each other.
That didn’t mean it was going to last forever.
That’s why I wanted to believe Cole about me not falling into any traps.
But without him around, I was in a trap.
Pregnant. Alone. A single mother. Alone.
Jen put her hand to mine.
Connie put her hand to my other hand.
I felt like crying.
Then Jen said, “Are we doing a witch thing or something here? Like to summon some spirits?”
“You don’t believe in that,” Connie said.
“But I’ll believe it if we can summon two more rich guys. Even if they have mediocre dicks.”
“All you think about is dicks,” Connie said.
“Think about what makes you happy,” Jen said.
I nodded.
The thing with me… what made me happy was what also hurt me.
Cole.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Cole
I stood at Maya’s empty office a lot longer than I should have.
I was the kind of guy that kept his thoughts rational, focused, and I was always determined to make the right choice. Or at least the best-informed choice.
Maya had my head scrambled.
She was supposed to be my damn secretary.
I hired her without interviewing her.
It had been one of those I need someone now kind of things. I talked to her on the phone, told her what I needed her to do, and she said she could do it. Instead of asking her why she felt she was good for the job, I figured just give her a shot. She’d either sink or swim.
Instead of that, she ended up in my mind, fucking with my heart, then I ended up in her pants, and I got her pregnant.
I pulled the office door shut and went back to my office.
The building was quiet.
The city was dark.
My desk looked clean, but it was just an organized mess.
Mr. Pickle’s legal team was still tearing through everything they could find. Which was expected. I had a little bit of a naive streak in my heart, hoping that Mr. Pickle would have been wild enough to sign a deal without this back and forth bullshit.
The whole laughing and drinking part of the deal was done.
As of now, Mr. Pickle and I were basically enemies, waiting on lawyers to tell us to shake hands and become extremely rich.
It was so fucking close.
So fucking close.
What wasn’t close?
Maya.
I stood up from my desk and my phone started to ring.