Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 10
MILA
I know I’m pouting, but I can’t control it no matter how hard I try. I was sure Archer would come after me, but he never did. I waited as long as I could, but I ended up breaking and sneaking into the master bedroom. Only to find that he isn’t here either. I’m not sure why, but that only makes me get more upset. Where the heck did he go?
Stupid tears start to slip free as I start to think of all the places he might have slept last night. I swipe at my cheeks, mad that I’m even this worked up. Stupid hormones. But even as I think that, I know those are not the only reasons I’m upset over this.
It doesn’t help that our spat brought up the fact that tons of women want him. I’m still in a bit of shock by his comment that I’m the only woman he ever had. I know the few times that I’ve googled him I could never find him with anyone. The same could be said for the city gossip tabloids as well. But then why didn’t he come home last night? None of it makes any sense.
When I think I hear the front door open, I bolt from the bed, scurrying quickly down the hallway. Right before I get to the end I slow down some so I’m not busted rushing to him. I have to have some self-respect here. I try to walk by like I’m only headed to the kitchen but pause when I see it’s Ember. She’s got a hotel cart with her. There are two stunning wedding dresses hung on it.
“Those better not be wedding dresses.” I fold my arms over my chest.
“No, they’re drapes,” she deadpans.
“Sorry,” I mutter. “I’m not trying to be rude to you. I’m mad at the baby daddy who didn’t come home last night.”
“Oh, please let me be here when you call Archer your baby daddy.” She chuckles.
“That’s all he’s going to be if he thinks he can storm out of here, leaving his pregnant fiancée.” I hold up my fingers to make air quotes around the word fiancée. “While he’s off doing whatever it is he was doing all night.” With that I turn, heading back into the bedroom.
“It’s not what you think, Mila,” Ember calls after me.
“I really am sorry that you’re mixed in this, Ember,” I turn to say, really not wanting to be a bitch to her, but my emotions are all over the place right now. I can’t even blame it on the pregnancy. I know that’s not the only reason I’m feeling this way.
My parents can often put me in a terrible mood. It’s why it wasn’t hard for me to leave Colorado when the opportunity presented itself. Even though they’re divorced, they still manage to somehow put me in the middle of them. Except last night. For once they’d teamed up on something and had the same opinion. Only it had to do with me and my future.
Damn, it stung to hear them say that they knew I’d go to Vegas and fall on my face. That they weren’t surprised that I made a mess of my life. They’d both gone on to tell me not to make the same mistake they had, getting married because you’re pregnant. I’d started to put the worry to bed because it was the one I’d had from the start, but they’d opened it right back up.
“I’m going to leave the dresses here. A tailor is coming in an hour. I would cancel, but my brother will overrule it, and the tailor will show up either way.”
“Thank you.” I give her the best smile I can muster right now.
“Anytime. Just remember we’re a team now, Mila. There are two of us and one of him.” She gives me a playful wink before she turns to go back out the door. I’m grateful that she’s still being sweet to me even with my sour mood. I’m glad she’s going to be in my baby’s life.
I head straight for the bathroom, stripping off my clothes and getting into the shower. My hope is that it will help with my mood. That was wishful thinking because it doesn’t. With each second that passes and Archer doesn’t return, my sadness slips away, and anger starts to take its place.
Getting out of the shower, I towel dry my hair before finding a cute flowy dress to wear that has ruffles at the bottom. It stops a few inches above my knees, but what I love most about the dress is the deep V it forms. My boobs are looking awesome these days. I’ve never been one to show them off, but damn, they look good right now.
Since I’m in a bratty mood, I decide I’m going to sneak out. I’ll go spend the day at a library. It’s something I haven't done since I moved to Vegas. I used to do it a ton back in Colorado. Or maybe I could walk the strip. I've lived in Vegas for months and still haven’t done that either.