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Shaking off the memories of Gi and his dick, I flipped my eyes, hoping to return to hating him. “Why are you watching me like a creep?”
He smirked before shaking his head, “You asked me to stay and be a creep. Good morning to you too.”
“I did?”
“I heard yelling, so I came to check on you. You asked me to stay because you can’t sleep in strange places,” Gianni informed me. Sadie didn’t let me stay with friends overnight growing up, so I was used to being in my own space. When I wasn’t, it always impacted my sleep.
“Oh, did you watch me sleep all night?”
“Nah, but I listened to your ass snore for most of it.”
“We were tired. It’s been a wild few days.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m not tripping. Are you hungry?”
My brows dipped, annoyed by his question, likely rooted in concern. “I’m pregnant, so all I want to do is eat?”
“No beef today, Hailo. I am new to pregnancy. I don’t know how this shit works.”
“That’s good to know, at least. No, I’m not hungry. I’m nauseous,” I grimaced as my mouth watered, answering his previous question.
“What do you do when you’re nauseous?”
“Smoothies.” It was the only thing that helped, honestly. I tried every hack google could scrounge up, but smoothies were the only solution if I wanted to get through the day. I didn’t understand it, but I wasn’t complaining.
“What flavor do you prefer?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m not picky.”
“That’s a damn lie. I’ll be downstairs making my baby a smoothie.”
“Your baby, huh?” Gianni didn’t reply. Instead, he pulled himself from his seat and strode out of his bedroom.
Shaking my head, I read the numerous messages from Sadie, Niyomi, and Denim. My brain was too busy trying to refrain from throwing up to reply. I made a mental note to do so after Gianni finished my smoothie.
He refused to serve me in bed because eating upstairs was frowned upon. I thought I would get a pass, considering I was pregnant and nauseous, but that was the one thing carrying his baby didn’t get me. Scooting to the edge of the bed, I hopped down and made my way downstairs.
Gianni’s home looked like something out of a magazine. The walls were filled with beautiful artwork to match the décor of each room. Finally, wandering my way to the kitchen, it was to die for. God knew that my dream kitchen consisted of an open entryway, double-wide sinks, large windows, and a kitchenette nook.
Sliding into the seat where my smoothie was seated, I took a sip, “How did I do?” his eyes narrowed, waiting for his assessment. Something in his manner soothed me, and a glint of humor returned.
“Ehh, needs a little sugar, but you did okay.”
“The last thing you need is more sugar.”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to be the food police for the remainder of my pregnancy.”
“I might have to be saying shit like that,” I smirked, hooking my feet around the chair legs and enjoying the smoothie. It was amazing, but I couldn’t tell his cocky ass that.
Gianni was busy on his phone, so he couldn’t see my eyes settled on his chiseled chest. As fine as he was, I couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked. Gianni’s eyes were droopy, and he could not focus on his phone, no matter how hard he tried.
“You look like you need some sleep,” I volunteered, watching his emotions flit across his face.
“You sure know how to make a nigga feel good. How could anybody let you get away?” Gianni smirked as I sent an indifferent glare around the kitchen.
Oxygen fled my brain, praying I didn’t regret asking, “What’s on your mind?”
“Thinking about a lot,” he replied, setting his phone down to give me his undivided attention. My attention was on how sexy he looked, leaning against the counter.
