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asshole where he shows emotion to get what he wants. Then he shifts gears. Luckily for him, Callie keeps his attention on her. How does she do it? I don’t know. I don’t want to know.”
Jackson quickly started to ram his pointer finger through an O shape of his thumb and pointer finger of his other hand.
“Of course it’s all about that,” Liam said.
“Let me keep talking,” Lincoln said. “Jackson turns the emotion on and off. You don’t, Cole. You never have. There’s no questioning a thing with you. A woman goes home with you. She knows damn well what’s going to happen, including the next morning. But now… your emotions are fucked. You’re having a kid. That connects you to Maya for the rest of your life. That’s intense.”
“And what if I did fall for her?” I blurted out. “Would that be the worst thing ever? Huh?”
All three just stared at me.
They slowly looked at one another, waiting for someone to talk first.
“Let’s get another round of drinks,” Jackson said.
“To celebrate,” Liam said.
“Celebrate what?” I asked.
“You’re having a kid, Cole,” Lincoln said.
“And you’re in love with your secretary,” Jackson said.
I made a fist, dead set on knocking his ass out of his chair.
But I didn’t.
Because he was right.
I went to the apartment.
Not my apartment.
The other apartment.
I sat down on the edge of the bed in the dark and it just didn’t feel right without Maya there. I was used to seeing her every day, obviously. But we had a whole other side to our relationship now. Not just boss and secretary. And not even just her being pregnant and me being the guy who got her pregnant.
What was I going to do? Tell her I loved her? Promise her the world? She’d never believe that for a second. And what if that changed after she had the baby? I had no idea what her intentions were either. Once the company was sold, that was it. It was now up to Mr. Pickle and his team of executives to do what they wanted with everyone. Including Maya.
I walked to the kitchen to find something to drink.
An email came through.
It was one in the morning and Mr. Pickle was playing the game. He had a highlighted passage from a financial report from three years ago. It was about a loss the company took on a software deal that went south. I pulled the plug on the deal to make sure we didn’t lose more. To me, it was a smart move. To Mr. Pickle, he only saw a loss.
Which meant I would have to smooth that over with him.
I had another hour or two left in me to work.
Mr. Pickle was not getting the upper hand and the power here.
Fuck him.
Before I responded to the email, I texted Maya.
Need you back here ASAP. Hugs and kisses to family and friends. Back to work. Now.
I leaned against the kitchen sink and started to reply to Mr. Pickle. I would send an informal email to him personally and then have the legal team prepare the fancy worded email to everyone involved.
When Maya didn’t answer me, I called her.
She answered on the last ring.
“Cole?”
Her voice was sexy and sleepy.
I wondered if she was sleeping naked. On her side. Touching her stomach. Her full breasts…
I gritted my teeth. “Did you read my text?”
“No. Sorry. I was-”
“Get some coffee and get back here.”
“What?”
“Am I speaking a different language?”
“Cole, what’s wrong?”
“Look, I gave you some time off, right? I need you back here now. Right now.”
“Right now?”
“Get up, get some coffee, and let’s go. Your car is still there waiting. I’ll text the driver.”
“Cole, can I finish sleeping here? Get some breakfast with my mother?”
“Don’t cross the lines here, Maya. I’m still your boss. Get back here now.”
“Cole…”
“I said now,” I growled.
I hung up the call.
I tossed my phone to the counter and turned around.
What the fuck are you trying to prove right now?
I had no idea…
I just wanted to see Maya.
But I couldn’t love her.
Or maybe it was just too late…
Chapter Thirty-Three
Maya
I printed one more paper and put everything together in a folder.
As I stood up, I yawned and touched my stomach.
The baby was not happy about our lack of sleep.
Neither was I.
My back was starting to hurt. I swore my feet were getting fat too. I felt like I was going to bust out of my shoes. All I wanted to do was take my shoes off, sit down with a container of ice cream…