Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

I scrubbed my toothbrush furiously, determined to erase any trace of the bathroom incident. The taste of mint toothpaste which was normally refreshing now seemed oddly intense and nauseating, forcing me to slow down so I wouldn’t trigger another wave of sickness.

I spat into the sink and rinsed my mouth repeatedly before splashing cold water on my face. In the mirror, my reflection looked pale and a little worn, but nothing an extra layer of blush couldn’t fix. The important thing was that my dress had escaped unscathed. It was a miracle, considering the situation.

The bedroom door slammed open and shut, followed by Annabelle’s familiar voice.

“Zoey? Where did you disappear to? People are asking about you downstairs.”

I sighed before stepping out of the bathroom. Annie was sitting on the edge of the bed, scrolling idly through her phone. She looked up when she saw me, and her face instantly shifted to shock.

“My God, you look awful!” she blurted, always blunt. “What happened?”

“Thanks for the compliment,” I shot back dryly, grabbing my makeup bag from the vanity. “I had a… run-in with Elise in the bathroom.”

Annie jumped to her feet, suddenly excited.

“And? Did you fight? Pull her hair? Call her that thing we agreed on?”

I shook my head, unable to stop a smile at her eagerness for a potential catfight.

“Better. I threw up on her shoes.”

Annie froze for a second, her eyes wide, before bursting into laughter so loud it probably carried all the way to the main hall.

“You… did… not!” she managed between gasps, doubling over and clutching her stomach.

“It wasn’t exactly intentional.” I started retouching my makeup, trying to bring some color back to face. She walked in, started her usual nasty routine, and I just… couldn’t hold it in.”

Annie wiped tears of laughter from her eyes, finally managing to get enough control to speak normally again.

“Wait, wait. You puked on purpose? Or was it really an accident?”

“Of course it was an accident!” I turned to glare at her. “What do you think I am? Some kind of strategic psychopath?”

“Well, if you were, you’d be killing it!” Annie laughed again, but then her expression shifted to something more thoughtful. “But seriously, you never throw up. Are you sick?”

“I think it was the dinner, or maybe stress.” I shrugged, trying to sound casual. “Her perfume made me nauseous instantly.”

Annie narrowed her eyes, watching me through the mirror as I applied blush.

“Sensitivity to smells… sudden nausea…” A slow, mischievous smile spread across her face. “Oh my God, you’re pregnant!”

I almost dropped the compact, whipping around so fast I made myself dizzy.

“What? No! That’s insane, Annie.”

She crossed her arms, her smile spreading wider.

“Says the woman who just puked on her enemy’s shoes because her perfume made her gag. Classic pregnancy symptoms, sis.”

“I’m not pregnant.” I rolled my eyes, turning back to the mirror to finish my makeup. “It’s just a passing stomach bug.”

“Sure, and I’m the Queen of England.” Annie flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. “You know what I think? I seriously doubt you and Christian have been living like celibate monks since… well, since I caught you two practically devouring each other in that hallway an hour ago.”

Heat rushed to my face.

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