Page 64 of Irresistible Temptation
Making an easy breakfast of buttered toast, the only thing that sounded remotely good for my sour stomach, I looked at the coffeemaker forlornly. Caffeine sounded good right now after a sleepless night. I would have to talk to my doctor about the dos and don’ts.
I had to find a doctor.
And a crib.
And diapers.
The list kept running through my head, a visual piece of paper that kept rolling and rolling with all the things I needed to do. To buy.
How was I going to do it all?
I quickly ate my toast and walked out the door, thankfully having enough time to walk to work. I had opted for my black patent ballet flats for a more comfortable trek, while I sorted through my thoughts. Navigating crosswalks and traffic lights, I ran through made-up conversations in my head, coming up with the best ways to break the news to Chester. No matter what way I spun it or how I strung my words together, the outcome was the same. He wouldn’t be happy.
What if he thought I did this on purpose? It wouldn’t be the first time a woman tried to trap a wealthy man into being with her or at least paying her bills. That would break my heart. I hoped he knew me better than that, but did he? We had only known each other for a handful of weeks. We didn’t really know each other at all.
I took a deep breath as I saw the tall glass building come into view. I quickly crossed the street and pulled the large, heavy doors, slipping inside the lobby. I was surprised to find Mia standing, leaning against a pillar, forming a smug expression on her face as soon as she saw me. She was the last person I wanted to see right now. Her quirk of a smile and narrowed gaze just further pissed me off and something in me snapped.
Instead of walking to the elevators, I strode toward her, heat filling my body. She looked taken aback for a second, before settling back into her bitchy face.
“What is your problem?” I asked, stepping close.
“You seem to be the one with the problem,” she said coolly.
“Why do you hate me so much?” I demanded.
Mia scoffed. “I don’thateyou.” Looking down at her burgundy manicure, she picked at her nails disinterested. “Ipityyou.”
I shook my head, not understanding.
“I was once just like you, you know…” she said.
“I don’t understand…”
“You know, I worked for Chester before this. At another company he bought up as he does. I was hot. Young. New. His favorite kind of woman.”
I swallowed hard, not liking where this was going.
“You know that though, don’t you?” she sneered, looking me up and down.
I stayed silent, feeling like my mouth was glued shut, but inside I was screaming.
“He eyeballed me all day.Everyday. He liked what he saw. The attention was flattering. Heisa billionaire after all. But I’m aprofessional...unlike some people.” She let out a sigh. “I didn’t give in, and you want to know what he did?”
“What?” I whispered.
“He fired me.”
I closed my eyes tight. I didn’t know Chester at all.
“But you…” Mia continued, clearly enjoying this little story time.
I snapped my eyes open and looked back at her to find her eyes dancing with delight.
“You fell for it. You took the bait. Hook, line, and sinker. Not surprising for a slut who puts herself on the internet for the world to see. Someone like you would obviously be Chester’s littlefucktoy.”
“Stop it,” I whispered.
“You should be ashamed,” she jeered, leaning in so she was inches from my face.
