How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,93

into my office to make up some corporate bullshit about what we did and how bad it could end up for him, me, and the company.

And of course, I would have been complacent enough to just go along with it.

The sex had been mind-blowing, so what did it matter?

I turned and opened the bathroom door and gasped.

There was a shirt in my face.

“Do you like it?” Bev asked.

“Uh…”

Bev lowered the shirt like she always did to explain what it meant.

“Look… it’s a giraffe, right? And it says… are you a giraffe or is your neck happy to see me?”

Bev smiled.

I snorted. I shook my head. “Bev… that’s… that’s cool.”

“Yeah? I have another one out here. Come here.”

I followed Bev to the living room.

There was another shirt with the same giraffe.

That one read I hope the dick matches the neck.

“Whoa,” I said.

“That one’s a little rougher,” she said. “But still funny.”

“Very funny,” I said.

“You should wear that one when you go into labor,” Bev said.

I laughed. A weak and very scared laugh.

Going into labor. Having the baby.

There was one question lingering around about it.

Was I going to be alone?

Bev stayed the night and slept next to me in the bed.

I did not want to be alone.

I woke up the next morning, got ready for work, and on my way there I had the same nervous butterfly sick feeling I had as though it were my first day there.

I had every reason to feel that way, and it only proved itself when I arrived and everyone stopped to look at me.

Janice behind the desk.

Steven with a binder open, pointing to something for Abigail to look at.

It was like time froze in place.

And they all looked at my stomach.

There wasn’t a shirt big enough to cover my stomach.

And the way they stared…

They all knew.

Of course they knew.

Cody had been screaming it as he left the office.

But that was Cody. He was a loser. Why would anyone listen to him?

Unless…

I walked by everyone as heat flooded my cheeks.

I felt their eyes following me.

From my front to my back.

I felt three times the size I actually was.

My feet were swollen and hurt. I felt myself gently beginning to waddle.

When I stood between my office and Cole’s, I wasn’t sure what to do. Where to go first.

I told myself to just hide in my office.

All day.

Keep busy.

Stay invisible.

Cole’s office door opened.

I looked at him and gasped.

So much for staying invisible.

He walked around the desk and looked at me.

His tie was loose and his hair messy. His eyes were dark, tired, with a touch of pissed off.

I stood with my hands at my sides.

My stomach protruding like some kind of flashing neon sign.

A reminder of what we had done together.

And for that… I hated him even more.

I hated that when I looked at my stomach or touched it, it came with this asterisk type feeling.

I was pregnant. We were having a baby. The circumstances didn’t mean a thing.

But to Cole they did.

“He told anyone that would listen,” Cole said. “Just so you know.”

“I had a feeling. They were out there looking at me with those eyes.”

“What eyes?”

“That I’m a whore,” I said. “The same eyes you’re giving me right now. That I’m some dumb, poor girl from some small town who came to the big city to be a famous writer. That I got lucky by landing the job I did. That I decided to sleep with my boss, knowing he’d get me pregnant. Because apparently now, I’m rich. You’re my lottery ticket, Cole, and all I had to do was scratch your dick hard enough to stuff it between my legs, right?”

Cole lowered his head and I heard him growl. “It’s more on me than you, Maya.”

“Oh?”

“I’m the boss,” he said. “I run the company top to bottom. I took this idea someone had and turned it into what it is. You’re just the secretary, okay? They want to call you a whore? Let them. They don’t know a thing. But for me… this touches every aspect of my life and what I do.”

“Right,” I said. “So, I’m not stealing your thunder?”

“I’m not in the mood for your attitude, Maya,” he said. “I just wanted to tell you everyone knows the truth. I’ve been getting phone calls since last night to talk about what’s going on.”

“Okay then.”

“There was a part of me that thought we could come forward and say we’ve been together all along, but I don’t want to do that to you. No more