Page 66 of Wrong Room, Right Billionaire

Chapter 24

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“Well, look at you,” I say, smiling over at Morgan as the plane begins to taxi. “I’m proud of you.”

“Why?” he asks, drumming his fingers on his knee. And while that is definitely something people do when they are nervous, it’s a downgrade in rigidness from the last flight.

“You’re less nervous this time,” I tell him.

“How can you tell?” he asks.

“You’re not throttling the armrests for one,” I point out, and Donovan laughs. Even as the plane picks up speed, he is doing better. His hands ball into fists until we are in the air, but it’s progress.

I do him the favor of not talking while we ascend into the sky. I also keep my seatbelt on and don’t attempt any spontaneous trips about the cabin. Honestly, it feels good to move on to the next resort. I make a point of taking a photo out the window, showing San Diego and the shore below us as it fades beneath the plane.

MoretoExplore- Farewell San Diego. The Villa Pacifica was lovely, but we’re off to the next resort. See you soon, Maui.

I press the post button and send it out into the cosmos before checking the last two posts. One is a couple’s photo of us, and the other one is the engagement announcement. I posted it this morning. As if Donovan can read my mind, or maybe he can see my screen, he chimes in on the subject.

“I have to admit, I was nervous about the public posting of the proposal before you made an announcement,” he says. “But I think it worked in your favor.”

“Being impatient to announce it would have only looked fabricated,” I say. “Suspicious to Conrad and his lawyers. Casually posting it the morning after looks more organic.”

“You’re smart,” he says before turning to Morgan. “She’s smart.”

Morgan responds only with a hint of a smile. His eyes are closed, and he’s focusing on not getting sick, if I had to guess. Luckily, we should be leveling out soon, which should help a little.

Donovan looks between us as I stare at Morgan and his lips tip in a smirk too. And I can’t help but wonder if he knows what happened last night. Can he tell Morgan and me hooked up? I’m not sure if Morgan is the kind of guy who talks about things like that, even though Donovan is clearly his best friend.

Either way, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I wasn’t planning on sleeping with him again, obviously. I mean, the last time we banged, I wound up pregnant. Something he doesn’t know and I’m still not fully to terms with. I know I need to tell him. But for multiple reasons, I’ve already decided not to. The first being it’s so new. There’s no point in bringing it up until I hit the safe milestone of pregnancy first. The second reason is that I don’t want to distract him from the job at hand. There’s a lot of pressure on him right now, pressure to perform. Pressure to rebuild the damage. Conrad would have a freaking field day if he knew I was pregnant. So would the media.

But the last reason, and probably the most motivating one for me to keep my mouth shut, is that I am afraid. In all honesty, I am terrified of being a mother. To change my life. To tell my sister. To tell him…a man who doesn’t even seem to want to be in a relationship, let alone be a dad. A man who still hasn’t admitted that he remembers me from the Sapphire.

So I shove it to the back of my mind and focus on the here and now. Maui.

The seatbelt light shuts off and Donovan hops up. “I call first bathroom break,” he says, shuffling towards the back of the plane. “I had two Bloody Marys at the airport bar, and I’m about to burst.”

I laugh and Morgan opens his eyes, looking at me for the first time since we boarded the plane.

“The reviews are pouring in,” I tell him.

“Oh, I know,” he says. “My phone is blowing up.”

“They’re all good,” I say. “Well, other than a handful of women who are pissed you are off the market.”

Morgan snorts at that. “I was never on the market.”

“Same,” I tell him, and Morgan’s tension seems to melt a little more.

“I’m curious,” he says. “Why writing? Why travel blogging specifically?”

“I love both,” I say. “Writing and travel. But not just for the free rooms and food. I love seeing places because every place is so different from the last. The scenery is different: the weather, the food, the culture. I can’t imagine only being in one place all the time. Not when there’s so much to experience.”

Morgan nods. “You seem equally excited with every new place,” he says. “I find it interesting to keep up that level of passion. Especially considering how many places you’ve seen.”

“Honestly, I’ve been stateside for a while. So this job is definitely scratching an itch.”

“How does your family feel about it?” he asks, and I snort.