Chapter Thirty-One
The next morning, the tension in the air was palpable. It hung over me like a storm cloud, threatening to break at any moment. But I couldn’t ignore the strange pull toward Stefan, the constant battle in my mind between wanting to run from him and the undeniable magnetism that drew me back into his orbit.
I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the tailored blouse that clung to my growing stomach, and tried to focus. I needed to keep myself together today. The last thing I needed was another moment of weakness.
But as soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I realized I wasn’t going to get that luxury.
Stefan was already there, leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in hand. His suit was perfectly pressed, the fabric draping over his frame with precision. He looked every bit the billionaire mogul he was—powerful, untouchable. And yet, there was something about the way he watched me that made me feel like I was under a microscope.
He noticed everything.
“Good mor
