All Chapters of Pregnant by the CEO I Hate : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Olivia;I hit send on the last email and let my hands rest beside the keyboard while the nausea I have been fighting through the report rolls through my stomach again. I have spent hours forcing myself to finish Caspian’s work before midnight, and now that there is nothing left to distract me, my body is making its complaints impossible to ignore.I push the chair away from the desk and stand carefully, keeping one hand on it until the dizziness passes. This trip was supposed to last a few days, but Caspian’s schedule has me trapped in Beijing for three weeks, while my appointment with Dr. Pepper is already overdue.I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower, choosing water hotter than I should because my back has been aching since the flight. The heat helps, so I stay under it until my head begins to feel light, then shut off the water, dry myself and pull on a loose nightshirt.My stomach makes an embarrassing sound when I return to the room.“Fine, I heard you,” I mutter while

Olivia;My vomit must be a paid devil.I remain slightly bent forward with one hand over my mouth, the sour taste of vomit coating my tongue while Caspian stands directly in front of me wearing most of my breakfast that never existed.His black shirt and white trousers are ruined, and some of what came out of me somehow found its way into the coffee cup still in his hand. He has not moved since it happened, which somehow makes this worse.I know Caspian when he is angry. Five years under him have taught me exactly how unpleasant that can become, and judging from the way he is looking at me now, I should probably start preparing a resignation speech before he prepares one for me.My heart beats faster, bringing that familiar pressure into my chest. I take two careful breaths because having a cardiac episode after vomiting on my boss would complete this beautiful morning perfectly.Straightening slowly, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to...” My wor

Olivia;I sit across from the man behind the desk, trying to understand how Beijing managed to place the same stranger in front of me twice in less than a day.In the early hours of the day at the hotel bar, he told me we would see each other again and smiled like he already believed it. Now I am sitting in his office looking at the same dark wavy hair, the same light brown eyes and the same confidence I noticed when he tried to get my name and phone number.Apparently, the world is smaller than I thought, although I am beginning to wonder if I really looked at him properly last night. Has he always been this handsome? The thin black frames resting on his nose make him look even more put-together than he did at the bar. I was probably too tired and nauseous then to pay much attention to his face because most of my energy was going into getting through the night without embarrassing myself again.Michael, on the other hand, behaves like our meeting at the bar never happened. There is n

Olivia;I stare at the phone Michael is holding toward me and wonder whether I should turn down his request.Even if I say no, what can he really do about it? He is a doctor I met less than twenty-four hours ago. He has no power over me, and I do not have to care about what he thinks of me or how refusing might make him feel. I am not supposed to be going out of my way to be good to any man after everything men have already put me through. Nox, Caspian, and the rest of that miserable list have already taught me that lesson. I do not owe this one anything.I open my mouth to refuse, but Michael speaks before the word leaves my tongue.“We had a deal,” he says.I roll my eyes and take the phone from his hand, typing my number in slow taps. Giving him my number does not mean I have promised him anything. Once I return to Mexico, he can call if he wants, and if I choose not to pick up, there is very little he can do about it.Thinking about it that way lessens some of my annoyance. I fini

Olivia;Irritation flares like an insane being inside my chest. Even if I wanted to fight over a man, would it be that arrogant, self-obsessed, disrespectful bastard? And on top of everything, he just looked at me like I was something disgusting. I knock her finger away from my chin.“If you have a problem in your relationship,” I tell her, keeping my tone steady even though my hands are trembling, “take it up with your man and leave other women out of it.”I turn away and keep walking before she can respond.Her voice rises behind me.“You’re walking away? Who gave you the right? You’re just a secretary! I’m going to make sure they fire you!”I do not turn around. I keep moving until I get to my door, then unlock my room and slam the door behind me.The strength I used to hold myself together in the lobby starts failing the second I am alone.I take a few steps toward the bed, but my legs weaken so badly that I barely get to the mattress before my knees give out. One hand goes strai