Page 12 of Betrayed By The Boss

He glares at me. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

I get to my feet. “Tough, because I do.” I cross my arms over my chest, I’m going to have this conversation with him whether he likes it or not. “Are you ashamed of me?”

His eyes widened in shock. “What? God no!”

“Then what is it? What’s the reason that you won’t tell her? Hmm, and don’t give me that crap about you wanting me to rest. That’s not what this is about.”

“Saylor, my mom is—” he searches for the right word, “difficult at the best of times, she’s set in her ways and I know that when she finds out about the baby, she’s going to come here. I don’t want you dealing with that.”

“By set in her ways, you mean she doesn’t like me because I’m not Zara and I don’t have money.”

He winces at my words.

“This is her grandchild, Everett. Don’t you think she deserves to know the truth?”

He sighs. “Are you ready for this?”

I throw my hands in the air. “You know what, you don’t want to tell her then don’t. I will not be your dirty little secret and neither will my baby.”

“Our baby,” he growls.

I wave my hand dismissively in the air. “Yes, our baby. I don’t want to stay in a relationship where it’s built on lies. I won’t do this, Everett.”

He runs his hands through his hair. “Fine, I’ll take her to dinner and tell her.”

I don’t say anything, I’m not sure if I believe that he will go through with it. I walk upstairs, needing some air. Things are too tense right now, I don’t want to argue anymore, it could lead to things being said that neither of us mean.

The front door slams shut and I grit my teeth not wanting to let the tears fall.

It’s hours later when I hear the door open again. I’m lying in bed, it’s almost ten in the evening, I’ve not heard anything from him, not even a text message letting me know that he’s okay.

He climbs into bed without saying a word.

Childish.

I turn over, if he can’t be assed talking to me, I’ll be petulant too.

* * *

By the timeI woke up this morning Everett had already left. I’ve spent all day worrying about him. I’ve sent him a text message and tried to call him but hasn’t had any response. I’m angry, beyond angry.

Cass stopped by this afternoon, offering me comfort and trying to help me work things out. It didn’t help, I’m more confused now than I ever was.

There’s a knock at the door, and I hear the nurse shouting that she’s answering it on her way out. She’s been here to check on me and take my vitals along with the baby’s. I’m lying in bed, the constant worrying about Everett has made me tired.

I hear an irritated voice, one that I recognize instantly. She’s ordering the poor nurse around like she owns her. It’s not long before footsteps sound up the stairs. The door opens and I hold my breath as Everett’s mom pushes the door open and stands there looking at me as though I’ve just ruined her life.

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