Perfect Husband: A Fake Marriage Romance by Leslie Johnson

Author:Leslie Johnson [Johnson, Leslie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Atrevida Publishing
Published: 2018-01-31T16:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

Andy’s surprising generosity led to a night of binging and a very drunk Rach. When he reached over to pour me a glass of wine to go with my salad, I held up a hand.

“No wine for me tonight.” I gave him a forced smile. “I’m trying to cut back on my alcohol intake.”

“Really? Why?”

“Because she’s going to have a ba—”

I shot Rachael a warning look. “Uh, Rach, could you get me a glass of juice? You’re closer to the fridge.” She looked at me sheepishly and swayed into the kitchen, bumping into chairs and appliances along the way.

When she was gone, Andy’s worried gaze returned to me. “Please say she wasn’t going to finish that sentence with ‘baby’.” When I stayed quiet, he rubbed his hands over his face. “Shit.”

“I only found out today,” I whispered, staring down at my salad.

“Does he know?”

I shook my head. “No, and I don’t plan to tell him. At least not yet.”

“Why not?” His tone was aggressive.

“Because I’m just not ready, okay?” Upset, I rose to my feet, but Andy put a hand on my arm.

“Sorry,” he said, lowering his voice. “I didn’t mean to sound angry. Your news caught me off guard, that’s all.”

Sighing, I flopped down again. “Can we change the subject to something else?”

“Sure. What happened to your new job as a personal assistant?”

Another subject I didn’t want to discuss, but I decided it was slightly better than talking about my pregnancy.

“I quit,” I said, shrugging. “It wasn’t a long-term position anyway.”

“So you’re unemployed again. How are you surviving?”

I was definitely not going to tell him about the life-altering sum of money sitting in my bank account. “I’ve got some money saved up.”

“Yeah, but what about three weeks from now? A month? Three months? What then?”

“She’ll be fine,” Rach said, returning with my juice and a cup of coffee for herself. At least she’d sobered up a little. “You think Denton wouldn’t provide for her?” She took the spot beside me and sipped her coffee, handing over my juice at the same time. “Our little Tiff is well cared for.”

I should’ve been grateful she hadn’t mentioned the whole six-month contract and subsequent million dollars deposited straight into my account, but even this was too much information. I shot her another warning glance.

“He pays my credit card bills, and I’ve been teaching ESL students,” I said before Rach could open her mouth again. “Like I said, I’ll survive.”

Andy scratched his neck. “Well… if you ever need a job in the future, let me know. Tiff’s Coffee could use a barista like you.”

Just thinking about those long hours and below average pay made me shiver. It hadn’t been enough even when I was single, but with a baby on the way? No thanks.

Still, I didn’t want to sound ungrateful, so I mumbled “thanks” and returned to my food.

The mood changed considerably after that.

For one thing, Andy didn’t seem so eager to hang around anymore. After he finished his pad thai, he hastily put on his coat and scarf.

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