The Billionaire's Pregnant Assistant

8: Kir

. "No, I can't! Please, just trust me!" My voi

What's going on?" he asks softly

nt to cry in front of him. "I just don't like hospitals.

t leaving you like this. If you won't go

uld he want to

know, sir. Are

it for you. Should I call a doctor to come c

the white ceiling. "I'm really fine. You don't need to wor

ant to eat?" h

ust feel like eating fish. "Anyt

with a small smile. "Fried rice

nd my stomach rumbles. Gavin chu

ll smiling. "Let's go feed that monster down

y you knew that this

autiful, I was in for a surprise. Gavin's was a gorgeous grey and black-themed apartment with numerous b

ing, but he walks straight to the kitchen and starts arranging

yebrow raised. "Yeah, how else would you

chef prepare it, not make it himself. "You c

," he says, arrogance seeping through

t I feel the room spin around me, an

me. The warmth from his body seeps through my clothes, and for a se

e, so plump and beautiful. I

on cue, my stoma

p but laugh too, even as I feel my face turn bright red. Bu

He works effortlessly, as if he's been doing it for years. We

shirt. He places the jacket beside me and then unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt

that big business dinner?

rice. "Because I'm not leaving you alone when

your business? You don't want to

y. "Kira, I don't need their approval. If anything

strange flutter through my belly. And wh

trying to cover up th

with a playful grin, tu

His biceps flexing against his shirt, his eyes focused on t

of his chest. My mouth speaks before my brain can register. "Why

turns to me, his eyes shining

rass yourself? "I mean, it's kind of..

both hands on the counter, one on either side of me, leaning in so close that I ca

, his mouth running along my ear. Oh m

exactly. It'

breath warm against my ear. The way

. I mean, if I call

n, and he nods

. "Alright, let me feed you. You l

of hunger, and

is good at cooking, but here I am, eating like someon

d. You're goo

is chair, clearly satisfied with m

at warmth in my chest again

to the screen, though. Instead, his presence close to me on the couch makes everything else disappear. T

'm struggling to keep my eyes open. His body is so comforti

act signings. Gavi refused to let me carry out any stressful

ver, he turns away as soon as I lock eyes on him. He seems fidgety an

t suddenly, making

ce him, curi

. like to go somewhere tonight? To

he asking

e?" I ask, half-joking

ot a date exactly. Just... I thought we could celeb

ng now. Oh my God,

nodding with a smile. "

t stop the grin spreading across