It’s not like I haven’t thought of him in this way over the past month. Ever since reuniting with him at the gala. However, I’ve fought hard not to fall too deep into those thoughts.
But these damn pregnancy hormones. I’ve read somewhere they can cause increased sexual arousal.
That’s what I’m going to go with.
“Which begs the question,” Travis begins, “why are you making your life more complicated by not moving into my apartment?”
The commanding hitch in his voice, suggests he expects me to do whatever he says, whenever, is what snaps me out of my temporary trance.
CHAPTER 16
Travis
No woman should be this frustrating.
Coming off of my second win of the season, I expected to hear from my sister that Alyssia had been successfully moved into her—my apartment. Instead, what I got was a text from Alyssia basically telling me to go fuck myself and the luxury, seven-figure apartment that has one of the best damn views in the country.
Well, maybe she didn’t say all of that. But she made it clear where I wouldn’t find her once I returned to Monaco.
Which is why I had to use all of my resources, read: have Annalise call a couple of contacts to find out which hotel Alyssia had checked into.
I watch Alyssia press her forefinger to her chest, and I have to pull my gaze away from the way the fabric of her light blue button-down shirt caresses her breasts.
Have they gotten larger since I last saw her?
“I’m making my life more complicated?” she asks, bringing me back to the conversation.
“What would you call it?” I don’t give her a chance to respond. “Because what’s not more stressful about going outapartment hunting when there’s a clean, already furnished apartment with a spectacular view—a very expensive view, waiting for you?”
“Am I supposed to be impressed because it’s expensive?” She folds her arms over her chest, and again I force my eyes not to drift downward.
“The view and cost aren’t the only benefits of the apartment, Alyssia. It’s in a central location, not far from your office, there’s twenty-four hour security and a gym.”
“Yes, Isabelle made sure to point all of that out to me when she showed me around. Yet, one thing she forgot to mention is that it’s not paid for by the company that hired me as I was led to believe.”
She stares at me as if expecting an explanation.
“It’s a great apartment,” I tell her.
She rolls her eyes. “Great or not, it’s not mine.”
“It’s there for you.”
“But it’s not mine and it’s not rented out for me by my employment contract either. It’s yours.”
Pushing out a breath, I fight not to pinch the bridge of my nose.
“What does it matter anyway? If it’s the idea of you being uncomfortable living with me, I have a separate apartment two floors down.”
“Oh, your sister told me.”
“Then what’s the issue?” I figured she wouldn’t be all in for moving in with me directly, which is why I moved out of my main place and into the one that I’d been leasing.
“The issue is this is my damn life,” she says forcefully. “You don’t get to run it just because we’re having a baby together.”
Sensations I can’t name rush through me. The reminder of our baby. I’m going to be a father.
“I’m not trying to run your life,” I say through gritted teeth. “All I’m trying to do is make your life a little easier.”
