The Billionaire's Pregnant Assistant

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s out from the waist, hugging my curves comfortably. I pair it with matching blue pumps. Althoug

Will he like my dress? Will he compliment me? Just as I'm applying a final

sharp black three-piece suit. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone, giving him a relaxed yet attractive loo

ood looks. His plump lips move, and I focus

my thoughts. Gavin's eyebrows are raised as he stares at me, and I

I stammer, "Oh, I'm sorry!

ul." He smiles, and my cheeks flush even

u look very ha

ds his hand toward

feeling the warmth from his body ev

slip into the backseat. As he gets in, h

, my stomach growli

gs soon shift from skyscrapers and huge establishments to the silenc

e replies with

tage-like restaurant surrounded by trees of varying colo

f my favorites," he s

ner, a young man who immediately embrac

turning his gaze to me. "I never thought I'd se

and I giggle. "This is my assistant, Kira

st an assistant? That

table, idiot," Gavin re

iding on chicken and rice. When he hears my ord

chicken and fish. So nice!" I reply, my m

. We chat easily as we wait for our food, and I can

now James?" I

ssion softening. "He faced some bullying and lost everything he owned. I

t. "That's really kind of you.

pping for a few seconds before filling my face with food. But then a sudden burp escapes me, and embarr

It's okay. You can eat as much as you like. It's

gain. As we finish our meal, James reappears. "It's tim

not a date! We're just celebra

in, "Yeah, it

y, it's not a date, huh? Never thought I'd

t of here, man." James laughs, raising his

nd rests on my waist as I place my hands on his shoulders. The moment feels elec

ur lips are about to touch, Malcolm's face flashes in my mind. I can

heart pounding. "I'm t

ointment, but he nods. "Yeah, we sh

into the car, the air grows thick with unspoken te

I feel a pang of sadness as he retreats to his ro

lationship with Malcolm and my crush on my boss. As I pack my things, a knock at my door inter

ready in the car

oing to call me since we basically live across fr

with him. "Good morning, Gavin," I greet, but h

en we land, Gavin instructs one of his guards to drive me home. "You are to

I reply, walking

ed. Everything is just as I left it. Well, except for whe

ing on the bed, a far-off gaze in his eyes. "Hey, baby! I've missed you so much. It's be

ay, what is going on? "Baby, I'm talking to you," I repea

d anger that sends chills down my spine. "How dare you take my

flooding my mind. "What ar

out with him, weren't you?" Out

. My heart stops as I see the pregnancy test kit I carelessl

demands, his cold e