I just told her I love her and she closed her eyes. “Baby,” I breathe, letting go of her wrists.
“I don’t feel well, Liam.” She puts her hand against her mouth and shoves me off with her free one before she rushes off the bed and into the washroom, where she throws up.
I pick up my phone and call Skylar while I fall onto my knees next to her.
“What’s up?”
“Get me a doctor now! Emma is sick.” I don’t even wait for her to answer. I toss my phone onto the vanity and rub her back while she dry heaves into the toilet. Grabbing a small towel out of the closet, I wet it with warm water and then fill a glass up for her.
“How long have you been sick?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been nauseated off and on for a week, but I figured it was nerves. It has to be all this stress.” She spits out some water and then sits down on the floor. Gathering her into my arms, I pick her up and carry her out of the bathroom and across the room to my big king-size bed.
“Stop fretting over me. I’m fine now,” she says once I place her in the middle of the bed. I lean over to see if she’s hot, discovering she isn’t.
There’s a knock at the door, which aggravates me. I haven’t had her to myself long enough. “What is it?” I bark at whoever it is at the door.
“I’ll come in. Thanks for offering.” Skylar walks in with Emma’s father, Nion, and Brutus, my other bodyguard.
“Is it a fucking party? My girl is sick!”
“Calm down. Jesus. I just called the doctor. He’ll be here in fifteen minutes. He’s also charging extra for it being on such short notice.”
“I don’t give a shit,” I tell her. Like I’m struggling for cash. I made $24 million on my last movie, plus royalties.
“Oh, God. Now I feel even worse,” Emma groans from behind me on the bed.
“Honey, what’s the matter? I knew you looked pale.” Her father moves in closely, touching her cheek, and only because it’s her father I don’t want to rip his arm off.
“Oh my God, I’m fine. I was just nauseous, and this traveling and all the stress took a toll on me.”
“Can you be pregnant?” Leave it to fucking Skylar to drop the biggest fucking bomb ever, right in front of Emma’s dad.
Emma’s face goes paler than she was, and she was a fucking ghost before. “Baby”—I get on the bed with her, putting my hand protectively on her stomach—“could you be?”
Her face goes from white to pink as she turns to her father, who is looking at me with a death glare. He better get used to it. I’m going to be here till the end.
“Liam,” she hisses at me, “we used protection. And can we not discuss this in front of my dad?”
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but condoms are only 98% effective, and knowing super cock here, his sperm probably broke through,” Skylar pipes in.
“You’re fired!” I shout at her, and she rolls her eyes at me.
“Okay, everyone, let’s stop hovering over Emma like she’s dying and go wait for the doctor downstairs.” Skylar shoos everyone toward the door and out of the room.
“By the way, I quit.” She slams the door closed.
Damn woman always has to have the last word.
“Who is that?” Emma asks as I rub her stomach.
“She’s my assistant. You’ll learn to love her.”
Frowning, she points at the door. “She just quit.”
“She quits at least ten times a day. So, is she right? Could you be pregnant?”
I rub her belly, really hoping to God that my child is in her. The thought of her carrying my kid gets my cock so hard, knowing she’ll only be mine.
“Liam, we used condoms. You put them on yourself.” She moves my hand off her belly.
“Not when I fucked you in the shower and you didn’t want to let my cock go to put one on. I believe you said, ‘If you don’t fuck me now, I’m doing it without you.’ Never fucked so hard in my life. The way you came on my cock…” I reach down and reposition my cock before it suffocates.
“That was one time.” She finally sits up. “And it was also the fifth time that day. Surely, you didn’t have that many swimmers left?”
“I came so fucking hard when I felt your tight, wet pussy on my cock. It was probably a record.”
“Oh my God.” She covers her mouth and runs for the bathroom again, and I follow, kissing her shoulder. She glares over at me. “You really think I could be pregnant?”
“If it’s not now, it’s next month,” I tell her, right when there is a knock on the door.
“That’s probably the doctor. Let’s go find out, shall we?”