Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Not really.” I turn away from him to go back to playing with my phone. I clear out the history in case he looks. I don’t want him to know that I’ve been looking him up online. I’ve obviously become a low key stalker, reading everything I can get my hands on about Oliver Gentry. Danielle wasn't kidding when she said he was named one of Forbes’ richest men. I hate reading about him being one of New York’s most eligible bachelors. But I did enjoy the part where it said he has never been seen out with anyone. It’s probably because he picks up random women from hotel bars and takes them up to his hotel room. My stomach turns again thinking about that part. Was I just another one-night stand that happened to get pregnant? Maybe he thought he wanted me when he came to get me but after kissing me, he realized that he only wants the baby.
“Not hungry?” His words break me from my thoughts. He’s at my side in a second, forgetting the space that he’s been putting between us. He towers over me with his giant size. I have to tilt my head all the way back to look up at him.
“You should eat. Did you throw up this morning? Why didn't you come and get me?”
“I-”
“We’ll both sleep in my room tonight. That way if you get up I’ll know,” he says before I can answer any of his questions. My stomach was fine this morning—with the exception of my emotions upsetting it. That isn’t normal morning sickness stuff, though. This time it’s something different. I’m honestly not used to men avoiding me. I normally prefer it but never get to experience it. There’s always some man thinking that he’s in love with me because he likes the way I look. Yet, the one man that I want doesn’t seem interested anymore. Go figure. I’m also not used to getting jealous over a man. I’d never experienced it before I met Oliver. So many nights I lie in bed thinking that he could have found another woman. The thought eats away at me that he could so easily move on from our one-night stand. Him being the most eligible bachelor and all probably means he’s used to having flings. The sucky part about that is it almost guarantees that he’s here only for the baby. That kiss, my mind screams again.
“I’m fine.”
“My sister told me to never believe a woman when she says she’s fine.” His face shows a mixture of concern and something else I can’t place. I shouldn’t even try to. I’m never going to get a read on him.
“I’m sure I’ll get hungry soon.” I fidget in my seat as he keeps on staring down at me.
“You can have anything you want. Just ask.” My nipples harden at his response. A small throb forms between my legs, making me wiggle more in my seat. The whole plane ride we took here yesterday, all I could think about was getting Oliver alone again. I knew we had a million things to talk about but my body was screaming for a repeat of the night we met. No matter how many times I tried to get myself off it never lived up to what Oliver did to my body that night. I thought a girl’s first time was supposed to suck. Pretty sure mine ruined me.
“Did you really have a ring in your pocket yesterday?” I find myself asking. His jaw tightens as he takes a step back from me. My heart drops.
“I do.” He pats his pocket.
“We can’t get married because of a baby.” My eyes go to his pocket but drift shamelessly over to his crotch. He clears his throat. I look away, my face flushing. He so busted me checking out his dick. Oh God. A moment later a box appears in front of my face. I want to reach out and grab it, put the ring on my finger and make believe I am getting my happily ever after, but I’d only be lying to myself. I wouldn't get married for a baby. Oliver would grow resentful after time. Right now he thinks it’s the right thing to do but we can co-parent. With the way he’s been acting since we got off the plane it’s becoming clear he’s not as into me as he thought. I pull my hand back, not taking it.
“We are getting married.”
I roll my eyes at him, looking away from the box and out the window.
“I don’t want to raise a baby here either. This is a bachelor pad.” The penthouse condo is bare and cold. It’s clean but simple. I know I’m being a brat and complaining about anything I can but I’m sexually frustrated and my emotions are all over the place now that he’s here.