I shook my head and pushed the boy away. Ignoring the stares of the strangers and workers around us, I watched Alex shake his hand as he walked away from me.
With a sore eye and a heart that felt both heavier and lighter, I headed back up to our agency, completely conflicted. On the one hand, it felt amazing to have everything out in the open and my intentions for my future with Amelia clear. On the other, I knew I had broken something between Alex and me that would never be fully repaired. I couldn’t help but worry about how things would be between us from now on, but once I reached my office and saw Amelia waiting for me with a cup of scotch, all of my worries faded away.
She frowned at the shiner on my face and went to get some ice from the mini fridge. “I guess I was wrong about him not hurting you.”
“Yep,” I groaned, taking a seat on the couch.
Amelia sat beside me and nudged me until I lay back and rested my head on her lap. “He’ll come around,” she whispered, placing a baggy filled with ice on my eye.
“And if he doesn’t?” I asked, looking up at her. “Then I’ve lost my best friend for what?”
“For the baby and me,” she deadpanned.
I smiled at her and kissed her belly before closing my eyes. I didn’t know how long it took me to doze off, but before I knew it, I was dreaming of my mother and brother. For the first time in a long time, it was a happy dream.
A light buzzing at my hip woke me up. Still a little groggy, I scrambled to pull the device out of my pocket and answered the call with what I assumed was a proper greeting.
“You hurt Amelia again and I’ll have your dick,” Alex said from the other end. Instantly, I sat up straight. “And you better use that ring and marry her, Kellan. I swear to God, I’ll have your head if you make my grandson grow up without a name.”
My lips settled into a ghost of a smile as I looked at Amelia working at my desk. She winked at me as I used every ounce of honesty I could muster to reply, “I will, and you have my word that I’ll never break her heart again.”
Chapter Eleven
Amelia
I checked my phone for the millionth time since Kellan left home that morning and was annoyed to see that I had no calls or texts from him. I knew he and my father were super busy getting ready for the fashion show later today, but his unusual lack of contact made me super worried. Not wanting to be the needy girlfriend, I fought the urge to call him and walked to our walk-in closet to pick out my shoes.
After a month of family dinners and long conversations about the future, my parents had finally forgiven Kellan, and, as it turned out, Dad was actually euphoric about adding his best friend to the family. With me nearing my final trimester, Kellan and I had decided it would be best for me to move in with him. There was just no point in setting up two nurseries when we were in love and so freaking happy together.
It was sometimes hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that I had gotten everything I had ever dreamed of having. I had a Harvard degree, an incredible job, and Kellan’s love. In addition to that, I also had a few things I had never imagined having, such as the interest of the entire fashion community.
As much as I’d like to say that their interest was due to my job or even my sharp sense of style, it wasn’t. All they cared about was how a girl like me had landed fashion’s most infamous womanizer. The blogosphere buzzed with gossip regarding us, but I was too preoccupied with being happy to worry about what people babbled about me. With that being said, I definitely wanted to look beautiful for our first public outing at the show tonight.
I squeezed my swollen feet into a gorgeous pair of red Louboutin pumps and looked at myself in our walk-in closet’s full-length mirror. A smile curled my red lips at the edgy yet pregnancy appropriate look I had put together. Beneath a white motorcycle jacket I wore a simple and fitted knee-length black dress that flaunted my new curves, and I had some bold jewelry that complimented it well. The look was tied together with beach waves, a sharp winged eyeliner, and a golden clutch.
Satisfied with my appearance and already five minutes late, I called my driver and made my way out of the apartment. Once I was sitting in the back of the car and on my way to the venue, I tried Kellan again. After a few rings, he finally answered the call.
“Hello, love.” I could barely make out his voice over the commotion, but I still relaxed instantly.
“Hi!” I purred. “I was starting to worry.”
“I’m sorry,” he responded. “I’ve been really busy with work today. I planned to go home and change, but I ended up doing it at the office to save time. Are you on the way?”