Angela POV

“Whatever it is, it can wait until you’re not at risk of pneumonia.”

I stopped talking and stopped resisting, just lying quietly in his arms.

Just like the two girls at the club said, Sean was unbelievably handsome—strong, sexy, and easy to fall for.

With his dark, wavy hair, olive-green eyes, and that classic Italian look, it was hard not to be drawn to him. His family had come to America from Italy generations ago.

Who wouldn’t be captivated by him? Some of the younger women at the company even joined just because of him.

When Sean carried me into the bathroom, he immediately went to turn on the hot water. The steam began to fill the room, curling around us like a thick, warm mist.

As I started to unbutton my shirt, I noticed he was still standing there, watching me.

I paused, the soft sound of the water filling the silence between us.

“Can you… can you leave?”

He didn’t move. Instead, he leaned casually against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Get out of my clothes or get out of my room?”

Heat rushed to my face.

“That’s not funny!”

I pushed him out of the room, shutting the door behind him with a force I hadn’t intended.

What the hell was he doing? A low laugh escaped my lips, cold and bitter.

Just hours ago, he’d been with Christina at the club. And now, here he was, flirting with me like nothing had happened.

What was I to him? A backup? A distraction? Something to pass the time with?

The pregnancy report was still in my blazer pocket, now wrinkled and damp. I pulled it out carefully, the paper threatening to tear under my shaking fingers.

Six weeks.

The words were starting to blur, whether from tears or water damage, I couldn’t tell.

I couldn’t help but think that, when I went to bring him the umbrella, Christina was probably upstairs, watching me through the floor-to-ceiling windows, laughing at me.

Thirty minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom wearing dry clothes.

Sean sat in the living room, his laptop open on the coffee table. A steaming cup of tea waited beside it.

“Drink this,” he said without looking up. “It’ll help prevent a cold.”

“Thank you.” I settled into the armchair across from him, wrapping my fingers around the warm cup.

The familiar scent of ginger rose with the steam – he’d remembered my preferred tea for warding off illness.

I opened my mouth to speak, though I wasn’t sure what I planned to say.

Before I could decide, Sean closed his laptop and moved to stand in front of me.

“Are you mad at me?” Sean asked, his voice tense. “I asked you to bring the umbrella, but I didn’t go down to see you. So, you purposely got soaked?”

I wanted to scream yes. I wanted to shout at him, to let him know how hurt I was. But in the end, I just pretended like it didn’t matter.

“No,” I said calmly. “I gave the umbrella to a pregnant woman who didn’t have one. She needed it more than I did.”

It was a lie. I didn’t tell him about the pregnancy. And now, with Christina back, everything was more complicated than ever.

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. His hot breath brushed against my face, and I realized I was only wearing a thin nightgown.

Through the fabric, I could feel the hard muscles of his chest pressed against me,and the hard cock…

“Really?” he murmured, his eyes locked onto mine.