“So, you’ll agree to dinner?” she asks.
“I don’t know if it's that straightforward. Your husband and I have been enemies for a very long time,” I tell her.
“I know. Trust me, I know. But it has to end somewhere. So why not here? Why does it have to end in some big battle of the egos with guns blazing and bullets flying? Why can’t it instead end over dinner?”
I clench and unclench my jaw.
“Okay,” I finally let out the breath I was holding. “Okay, arrange the dinner. Let’s make this happen.”
“Be at the Starlight restaurant at seven tonight,” she says, standing up.
“We’ll be there, Kayla. And…thank you.”
I walk her to the door and gesture for one of my guards to come over.
“Please make sure that Kayla gets to wherever she wants to go. And give her back her purse and her phone.”
“Yes, sir,” the guard says, gesturing for Kayla to follow him to the car.
Chapter 18 - Izabel
When I come out of the bathroom, no one is even in the living room. Panic strikes into me as I hurry through the place looking for them and find Anton walking back into the house, closing the front door behind him.
“Where is Kayla?” I blurt out, panicked.
“She’s okay, the guard is taking her wherever she wants to go. She needed to leave.”
“You let her go?” I stammer, shocked and relieved.
“Yes, I let her go.”
“But…wasn’t she…angry?” I ask, confused by everything. I’m so drained from this overflow of adrenaline that my body just wants to collapse onto a bed and sleep for an hour.
“You look exhausted, do you need to lie down?” he asks, noticing me sway a little. He quickly wraps his arm around my waist. “Did you eat today? What are you allowed to eat? Shouldn’t you be taking vitamins? We need to make you a doctor’s appointment,” he says, thoughts streaming unfiltered from his mind.
I giggle and lean against him, relieved that he believed I wasn’t trying to escape. And relieved that he isn’t angry about the pregnancy.
“So, you’re…you’re ok with it?” I ask nervously.
“With what?” he says, narrowing his eyes.
“I’m pregnant, and…you know…we didn’t really talk about it yet.”
He chuckles, smiling widely. His face lights up in that beautiful way that makes my heart flutter.
“I’m more than okay with this. I’m kind of…excited, once I get over the shock,” he laughs.
“Really?” I say in surprise.
“I think you should rest a bit, then I can take you out to dinner tonight, what do you think?”
“I think I would like that very much,” I smile.
He leads me upstairs and I crawl into his bed. Anton lies down next to me and pulls my back against his chest. I close my eyes, and I’m so exhausted that I fall asleep in a matter of minutes. Or maybe it’s just how safe I feel in his arms that lets me rest so easily around him.
***
Anton wakes me up gently, whispering that I need to get ready. “We have dinner at seven,” he says.
