LOGIN____ . . . Joanne stared at the ceiling. It was a bright sunny day and she felt miserable. She had spent the night with a churning stomach and emptied the contents of her food truck forage in the middle of the night. And she knew that Reagan was not home. "What is wrong with you?" She whined into a pillow. "You know he does not care. And more importantly, you should not care about him." She blamed the hormones for the way she felt. But she would be damned if she acted on her bizarre feelings. She let out a loud sigh of resignation. "Hungry, babe?" She patted her flat tummy. "Wanna eat some banana pancakes?" Joanne slowly got off the bed, aware of the queasy feeling in her stomach and the light-headedness. She did her morning ablutions and stepped out into the hallway. The smell of pancakes and sound of the juicer attacked her senses. Joanne had not slept well last night, or so she had thought. She had heard Reagan leave but had not been aware of his return. Dread fi
____...Reagan was the next in line to order when his phone rang. One ring. His hand was halfway into his coat pocket when it stopped.He retrieved his hand a bit before whipping around to locate Joanne, pulling his phone out.The missed call was from her. But Joanne was seated where he had left her, tapping at her phone, looking relaxed.Maybe she had dialled his number by mistake.He scowled at the smile on her face. He hated to think that she was texting Elliot even though he had become completely sure that there was nothing going on between the two of them.He hurried to place his order and kept looking over his shoulder. She was there, typing away. He grabbed the food tray and stomped over, feeling grumpy when he had no reason to be.He was mentally scolding himself to act out in front of his pregnant wife. “Tada. You want something else?” He surprised himself with his cheeriness. “I do.” Joanne dragged the tray to her side. “But after I am done with this.” She was very
____...“No, that’s for me.” Reagan tried to put beetroot chips back on the cart. He had tried to sneak in some healthy options, scrunching his nose at all the empty carbs and sugars that his wife was stacking their cart with. “I don't care.” Joanne was not having it. “Just looking at it makes me feel yuck.” “It's healthy.” He was about to put it back in the cart but her death glare made him pause.“I will eat it in my study.” He tried to bargain, lowering his voice when he saw two women staring at them amused. “You won't ever see it ever again.”“Remind me never to come shopping with you. You are trying to torture my gut.” Reagan gave up. He knew that he was not wrong. That she was being moody and unreasonable for no reason. But he also knew that no reason was no reason enough since it was their child in her womb making her act out.And he, despite all the shit he had said and done in their marriage, respected and adored her for it. “I need to eat more fibre.” Joanne was che
____...“Why did you meet her?” Reagan asked Patrick as he paced his office. “I am sorry, but I am not about to disclose another client’s information to you.” Patrick smiled, pleased with himself, as he twiddled his thumbs. “For all I know, she could be planning something against you.” Reagan turned to glare at him. “That I don’t care, McAdams. As long as she is safe, she can plot whatever she wants against me.” Patrick raised a brow. “I am sorry. Mr. Knight? Are you really going to play the good husband card with me? Seriously? Did you hit your head? Do you have amnesia? Did you forget that I have been working for you for almost a decade now?” Reagan turned around to glare at him. “McAdams, I am serious. Is there any danger to my wife? What is she after? As you said, I am your first and oldest client; you should have some loyalty towards me.” “Send me two hundred grand, and I will tell you.” Patrick smiled like a cat who got the cream. “You know only money can buy my loyalty.
____...Elliot laughed at his own lame joke, making Joanne want to smack him.“Eli, please grow up. You are too old for this cringe shit.” Joanne rubbed her face.“Eli, please grow up. You are too old for this cringe shit.” Elliot mimicked, even doing the face rub. “Eli!” She really was going to throw something at his head. “Okay, fine.” He rolled his eyes. “You are such a killjoy, babe.” Joanne tapped on the table, waiting for the noodles. “I hope I don’t puke.” She murmured. She remembered how she had shot Reagan down when he had offered to go to that French restaurant. And how she had complained about constant outside food damaging her body. Yet, here she was. She pacified her guilt with the fact that she was here on business. “Where is that asshole?” Elliot looked around. “Pretty sure the bitch is doing something illegal.” Joanne raised a brow. “I thought he worked at the precinct.” “He does,” Elliot shook his head. “But he also works as a private investigator. It wil
____...Joanne woke up feeling like she had the sleep of her lifetime. She felt so well-rested, and she felt like the extremely comfortable bed in the master bedroom was kneading the tight knots off her lower back.She moaned in contentment as the beautiful pressure continued to alleviate whatever discomfort she had been feeling from sitting and watching her best friend drink away last night. As she came to, she realized that this could not be from the bed, and she was finally aware of the huge, hard hand that was massaging her tissue reverently and the huge heated body pressed against her smaller frame.She gasped as she opened her eyes, and her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of those beautiful grey orbs in front of her.“Reagan.”Her voice was thick with sleep, breezy, and his body reacted immediately to the very sensuality of it.“Good morning, gorgeous.”His voice was huskier, and it did things to her that nothing ever could. His voice, his morning voice, was like his
____...“This is ridiculous!” And bad! So fucking bad!Joanne shook her head, swatting the cup away. “I am not peeing in front of you.” “Why not?” Reagan was out of it. He had the stupid bandage removed so now he stood there in front of her with his stupid Rudolf nose and demanded that he watc
____...Joanne jolted awake, looking around. She was in her bedroom. She looked down at her belly. No visible bump yet. She picked up her phone and checked the date. November fourteenth. The day after Reagan’s birthday. “This is actually happening.” She breathed out, looking at her reflectio
____...“NOO!” Joanne startled awake, shoving the strong hands off her frail shoulders as she tried to get as far away from the monster, only to topple off the chair. “OWW!” She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in the dining room of the penthouse she shared with Reagan after their marr
Trigger warning: violence against pregnant woman____...“So, Reagan Knight, what will it be? Are you going to fold and give us what we have demanded, or should we send you your pregnant wife’s dead body to your house?” A hoarse, deep, and throaty voice spoke next to her. He was right next to h







