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“We’ll discuss that tomorrow,” he said.
When we arrived back at his penthouse, he took me directly to the guestroom, where he put my luggage.
“I put you in the room closest to mine in case you need something. Change into your pajamas and climb into bed. I’ll bring the bottle of Tylenol and a bottle of water.”
“Please do not tell me what to do. But thank you for getting me Tylenol and water.”
He sighed as he left the room. I unzipped my suitcase and dug through it until I found my nightshirt. I couldn’t believe I’d broken my foot and had to stay in this stupid cast for at least six weeks. The doctor said that because I was pregnant, my body would heal at a quicker rate. Shortly after I climbed into bed, Lucas walked in with a bottle of water and some Tylenol.
“Do you want to take a pain pill? The doctor said it’s okay.”
“No. I’m not taking anything but Tylenol. I’d rather be in pain than risk something happening to the baby.”
“Okay. I’m going to head to bed myself. It’s been a long day and night, and I’m tired.”
“I’m sorry I took you away from your project.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll work on it tomorrow. Get some rest, and I’ll see you in the morning. If you need anything at all, holler. I’m right down the hall.”
“I appreciate it, Lucas. Good night.”
“Good night, Jenna.”
Chapter Eight
Lucas
I went to my bedroom and stripped out of my clothes. After putting on a pair of pajama bottoms, I poured myself a scotch and climbed into bed. It had been one hell of a night, and nothing could have prepared me for it. I couldn’t believe Jenna was pregnant with my child. Kids were never supposed to be part of my future. My entire world was crumbling before me. The project, the baby, and Jenna breaking her foot and having to stay with me. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before I lost it. Everything was at stake with this project, which had to be my only concern.
I had thought about Jenna over the past weeks since our night together. I thought about calling her multiple times but figured leaving it at a one-night stand was best. Seeing her again after all these weeks reiterated how beautiful she was, and the memories of our night together hit me like a ton of bricks. But that was all they were: memories. When the doctor did the ultrasound, I couldn’t see anything, and nothing changed for me. I didn’t want to be a father. I liked my life the way it was, and nothing or no one would change that. I’d make sure they werefinancially taken care of, but that was all I could do. I wasn’t ready, nor did I want to be a father. Perhaps I was selfish, but I couldn’t help how I felt. My work was more important, and that was how it would always be.
The next morning, I climbed out of bed at six a.m. and walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. I had already planned on working from home all day so I wouldn’t be interrupted, but now that Jenna was here, I was sure that wouldn’t be possible. When I walked into the kitchen, I glanced out at the terrace, where I saw her sitting on the chaise lounge. After making a cup of coffee, I stepped onto the terrace.
“Good morning. Why are you sitting out here so early? I thought the heights terrified you.”
“Morning. They do, but I wanted to watch the sunrise.”
“How did you sleep?” I asked as I sat down in the chair across from her.
“Not good. I was pretty much up all night in pain.”
“The pain pill would have helped,” I said, bringing the cup to my lips.
“I know, but it’s a sacrifice I’m making for my baby.”
“What about your job? Did you tell your boss what happened and that you won’t be coming in for a while?”
“I am currently unemployed.”
“What? Why?”
“The two guys I worked for really didn’t have a clue. When the investor pulled out, they were forced to close their doors. So, between losing my job and being kicked out of my apartment because I refused to buy it, you can see I’m kind of in a pickle. Lucas, I would never have come here if I wasn’t pregnant. But it’s not just about me anymore. I only need a few days to get things figured out. After that, I’ll be out of here.”
“And where are you going to go with a broken foot?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
“What about your parents?”
