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“You’re as cool as a cucumber, ay? You got your tiny bus and your tiny loo, and you think everything is just peachy?” He stepped closer, spreading my legs apart with his knee.
“I’m. Not. Going. Anywhere.” I spat.
Combing his hands down his face, he let them drop, and his eyes locked on an object to the left of me. “What is that?” he said, pointing to the Rx bottle and pack of warm ice packs on the ledge beside me.
My lips parted, but nothing came out. He was already brewing, and I didn’t want to add to the fire. He slowly backed away, but his eyes stayed pinned to mine. He whirled around, letting his boots scrape against the metal stairs as he powered down them. The door of his SUV slammed shut, and the LED lights slowly started to fade, leaving me in darkness. My phone chimed, giving me a glimpse of light.
Samantha: What’s happening?
Me: He left.
Samantha: What? Left? Where?
Me: I don’t know. He was upset, and he stormed off.
Samantha: Asshole.
Me:*eye roll* go to bed before you have to re-apply your eye cream.
Samantha:Don’t forget to take your medication. Night honey.
Forty-Five minutes passed, and the lights from his SUV re-illuminated the inside of my bus. His hands squeezed into the folds of the leather flaps, prying the doors open. I flinched at the sound of something heavy scraping against the metal steps as Jaimie climbed them. He stood in the middle of the bus; his chin lifted—a titanium suitcase dangled in one hand and an overnight bag in the other. I shuddered when he smacked the suitcase against the floor. It laid at my feet, and my eyes slid to his. He drew in a breath and then released it.
“Baby girl, you’re coming to live with me in my penthouse. No questions. So, pack your things.”
He didn’t even wait for me to answer before he started tearing open drawers and throwing my clothes into the large suitcase. He found my underwear drawer and stalled when he pulled it open. His hands lingered over the delicate lace and soft cotton before he clamped his large palm down and threw a handful of them into the overnight bag.
“I don’t wear those anymore; they don’t fit around my bump.” I hissed.
He continued to toss everything in sight into the suitcase. I wanted to stop and tell him that half the clothes he packed I couldn’t wear or were for the wrong season, but I didn’t.
“What about my bus? I just can’t leave it.” I said, locking my eyes on his.
“You don’t need it.”
“I need my bus. It’s my home.” I said as I stomped my non swollen foot.
He bent down, closing the suitcase with his hands. His muscles bulged through his leather jacket as he held one hand on top and used the other to bring the zipper around.
“Fine, I’ll have it towed to my penthouse. Grab your jacket; let’s go.”
I let out a loud sigh and looked down at my feet. They were swollen and needed a massage. I grabbed my jacket, crutches and purse off the bed before following him off the bus. The lights of his SUV nearly blinded me, and he tossed the suitcase and overnight bag into the trunk before opening the passenger side door.
The cool leather squeaked under me as I tried to find a comfortable position. Being seven months pregnant was uncomfortable. I couldn’t stand, I couldn’t sit, and I could hardly sleep.I couldn’t believewomen went through this more than once.My constant shifting caught his attention, and he reached over, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Where’s your belly band?” he whispered.
“What do you know about that?” I asked, turning my attention to the window.
His strong fingers combed through the stray strands that laid against my temples.
“I know a lot about that, baby girl.”
I was a sucker for his broad Australian accent. It had the power to bring me to my knees and send shivers down my spine. The way he said,baby girlalways made me smile, and I knew he could see the corners of my mouth curl through the darkness.
“Did you read pregnant women 101 for dummies on your plane ride?” I turned to face him. He had the most immaculate jaw I had ever seen. It was sharp, chiseled, and gave him that distinctive asshole rich guy look, but I loved it.
“Nah, I was too pissed on my ass for that, sweetheart. I made Ian do all the research, and he filled me in.” He exposed that knee-buckling devilish smile and leaned into the nape of my neck, nestling his nose in my favorite spot.
