Page 89 of Plunge into Obsession

“So you decided to move in with Gabriel? Isn’t that a little too soon?”

Way too soon.

I shrugged. “It’ll be easier with him around to help me.”

“Ican help you. You don’t have to move in with the man just because you’re pregnant. Hell, you don’t even have to bewiththe man. Come home with me. We’ll figure this out together, and if things are really too much, we can move. Let’s go to another state. Somewhere with a beach.”

Fuck, that sounded wonderful.

If only I had a choice in the matter.

“I can’t.”

Movement at the door caught my attention, but when I looked over, there was nothing unusual.

Fuck.

Gabriel was listening in on our conversation. And even with as little a time as I’d gotten to spend with him, I could guess he wouldn’t be happy to hear Kaia telling me to leave him.

“Yes, you can,” Kaia insisted. “I have some money saved up, and you’ve told me you do, too. Let’s leave. We barely know the man, Bee.”

I shook my head and grabbed her hand to get her to stop talking. Something about my eyes must have given away my fears and emotions.

“What aren’t you telling me?” she asked quietly.

A lot.

I wasn’t telling her a lot.

“We’re getting married.”

She sat back. “Why?”

Her eyes moved to my finger. I had taken off the ring before coming downstairs for breakfast and placed it in a small jewelry box on the makeup table across the room. Both the box and the makeup table hadn’t been there on my first night here, which meant Gabriel had bought those things for me.

A peek in one of the drawers of the box revealed my annual salary’s worth of jewelry,at least.Various necklaces, bracelets, and earrings that I had never worn in my life were on display.

The gesture would have been nice if not for the fact that he was keeping me here against my will.

I shook my head. “You know I’ve always liked him.”

“Yeah.LikeBianca. Not love. You don’t get married forlike.”

I patted my stomach. “What about for a baby?”

“Still not a good enough reason.”

I tightened my grip on her hands a little. “Kaia.”

And I knew then that the only way to convince her was to give her a part of the truth. Something to convince her that I really wanted this.

“I can give my baby a family,” I said.

“I’m your family. Just like you’re mine.”

“I know. But it’s not the same as having the love of a father, is it?”

Something she understood, considering her dad was an abusive asshole. My dad…

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