All Chapters of Pregnant by the CEO I Hate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Olivia;I look in the direction Michael is pointing, but too many people are moving through that section of the hotel for me to tell who he means. His finger does not seem aimed at one person, and I have already spent more time standing here than I planned.I let the question go. His friend is his business, and I have my own problems waiting for me upstairs.“No problem,” I say. “I have to leave now.”I turn, but Michael speaks again before I get away.“I’ll be expecting feedback about our date.”I glance over my shoulder. “I can’t promise you anything.”He looks ready to say more, so I keep walking. If I stay here, he will probably turn another rejection into a conversation, and I do not have the energy for it today.The second I enter my room, I lock the door, kick my shoes beside the bed and call Calista. She picks up almost immediately.“Liv? You okay?”I sit on the bed and rub my forehead. The conversation with Caspian is still embarrassingly fresh in my mind.“I confronted him.”

Caspian;Why her? The question keeps circling through my head while I look at the sealed cold-storage door. Out of every employee in the Fender Empire, Olivia Bash is somehow the one person who can turn an ordinary workday into a problem I never planned for. She panicked when I turned around, backed into the wall, and hit the button that locked us inside. Then, because the situation apparently needed one more problem, she left her phone in the SUV.A secretary who is supposed to be reachable during a work trip left her phone in the car, and now both of us are standing inside a freezing room with no way to contact anyone outside.I look around again. There is no window, no signal, and nothing beside the door that looks useful. The temperature is low by design, and that is the one thing in this room doing its job properly.Then I remember the emergency system I ordered installed throughout this factory years ago for situations like this. I leave the door and move along the wall until I

Olivia;Instead, Caspian turns his face to the side, away from mine, and pulls me even tighter against his chest. My breath catches against my throat. His hands start rubbing my arms again, firm and steady, while my cheek rests against his chest. After a second, I move my palms along his back too, trying to give some of the heat back.This should feel reasonable, but it does not.The longer my hands move over his back, the harder it becomes to pretend I am only thinking about the cold. His body is solid under my palms, familiar even when it has no right to be, and another memory from that night pushes against my mind.My stupid body reacts faster than my common sense. Heat curls in my lower belly, completely wrong for a room this cold, and then my pussy throbs, and I can feel the wetness building up.This cannot be happening now.I brush my thighs against each other, hoping the feeling will ease, but having Caspian wrapped around me makes it worse. My breasts are pressed against his

Caspian;The steady rhythm of the treadmill fills my private gym while I run with my phone against my ear, listening to the line and waiting for Olivia Bash to speak.Diantha put me on speaker at the boutique, so I heard their conversation from the beginning. Once Olivia learned I was on the call, I expected one question from her about the clothes I wanted her wearing to work. It would have taken seconds, yet the line stays quiet until I hear a soft cough from her.I almost smirk because the reason for her silence is obvious after yesterday. She spent several minutes fighting me in that cold room, then ended up pressed against my chest, moving against me until I had to ask when she last had sex. The way she tried to pull away after that told me exactly how badly the question embarrassed her.Diantha starts again before Olivia says a word.“Since you have nothing to say...”I end the call and hold the phone to one side. One of the guards by the wall steps forward and takes it from me.

Caspian;She should have been here before the main guests. In five years, she has never made a habit of arriving late without reason, and I find myself checking the entrance again when I should be focusing on the investor speaking to me.A flash of bright color catches my eye.Diantha enters the hall wearing a gown more suited to a birthday celebration or a red carpet than this dinner. Her makeup is dramatic beside the understated dresses and suits around her. I move my attention elsewhere, hoping she understands that I am in no mood to deal with her.She walks over anyway and stops in front of me. “Are you still angry with me?”I take a glass from a passing tray and drink without replying. The champagne is cold and dry.“You look good,” she says.I keep my attention on the room. “Is that supposed to be the apology?”“I’m sorry.”“Hmn.”I scan the room again, looking for the person who is supposed to be working beside me tonight.Diantha tracks where I am looking. “What are you lookin