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keep her clothed.”
“She was naked?” Maya asked.
“Not naked,” I said. “Topless. For a few seconds.”
Maya pushed at me. “I hate you.”
“I’m telling you I wanted nothing to do with her. Because of you. And the entire time you were here falling for my brother’s bullshit games. Because you don’t know how to deal with him.”
“I’m sorry,” Maya yelled. “The job description didn’t have the section where I needed training in how to deal with my boss’s junkie of a brother.”
“Don’t call him that!” I roared. “You have no idea…”
“Oh, I have an idea,” she said. “You keep feeding his problems and look what happens.”
“You did this, Maya,” I said. “You let him in… let him stay. You played into him. You let him believe whatever his mind was telling him.”
“And is the truth that bad of a thing at this point, Cole?” Maya asked. “Or am I going to be a dirty secret for good? Are we going to sneak into the hospital through a secret backdoor and have all the nurses sign NDA’s so nobody knows that you got me pregnant? Who do you think you are?”
“I’m the one taking care of everyone and everything,” I said. “I’m the one who makes sure everyone has a job, a paycheck, food, a place to sleep…”
“What about me?” Maya asked. “And the baby? What about us? Just us? Forget the rest of the world for a second, Cole. What are you going to do? Keep chasing Cody around, giving him money to make him happy? He’s like a spoiled child. And you enable it.”
“You’re one to talk,” I said. “Go buy more clothes you can’t afford. Go buy another two-hundred-dollar blanket for the baby to throw up on. Do you feel good about yourself? Pretending to be rich?”
I hated myself for the words leaving my mouth.
Maya’s face turned red.
She grabbed her shirt and ripped it up over her head.
She wore a tank top under her maternity shirt that wrapped around her belly.
“What are you doing?” I asked, wondering if she was going to strip naked in her office.
My head and heart were fighting a war… and now my cock decided to pop in, like the drunk guy getting between two people fighting, bringing drinks and peace signs, looking for some fun.
Maya balled up her maternity shirt and threw it at me.
“Take it back then,” she said. “Take everything back. Fuck you, Cole.”
I clutched the shirt tight. “Don’t put this on me, Maya. This is why I don’t do relationships. Look at this shit right now.”
“You don’t do relationships?” Maya asked. “You had no problem stuffing your cock into me at that cabin that night, didn’t you?”
“It wasn’t like your pussy wasn’t begging for it,” I threw back.
“You got me pregnant, Cole,” she said.
“You should have protected yourself,” I said.
Maya laughed as her eyes filled with tears. “There it is. It’s all my fault. I’m the slut secretary who fucked her boss to get pregnant because that’s the easy way through life.”
I tossed the maternity shirt to the floor.
If I stayed, we were going to keep tearing each other apart.
If I left, both of our hearts were going to be broken.
It was a losing position to be in.
But sometimes, like in business, that was just the way life went.
If I was going to lose everything, I was going to do it in style.
Chapter Forty-One
Maya
I walked out of the bedroom and went to go pee when I heard Bev singing.
She really couldn’t sing all that great. But that didn’t stop her. Kind of like her t-shirt ideas. They never were really that great, but she never gave up. That was something to be admired about her.
There was no such thing as holding a pregnancy pee, meaning I had to switch off the Bev is so brave emotions so I could handle personal business.
As I stood at the sink, washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror.
How can you feel this hurt? And sad? What did you think was going to happen? It’s Cole. It’s Cockhead Cole. And even if he turned out to be Elevator Guy, be real, Maya. The whole Elevator Guy routine was an act to get into your pants. The same tired routine he used hundreds of times before.
It was a little bit soul crushing.
Thinking that maybe I was something important to Cole.
But I wasn’t.
If I hadn’t gotten pregnant, what would have happened between us?
Nothing.
We probably would have gotten to work that Monday and Cole would have slid