Chapter 59: Star Of The Evening

\[Gianna’s POV\]

As Nancy/Grace finishes up my hair and makeup, I find myself wondering just how I will get back at Grant for his antics.

Of course, I knew that there was a chance that I was overeacting and that wasn’t actually his plan, but with the way he was acting when our only interaction was that night, what other reason could he have?

He could like you. The small voice in the back of my head says and I shake my head.

“Careful,” Nancy/Grace hisses. “You’re going to mess up your eyeliner.”

“Sorry,” I murmur.

Nodding, the woman continues her work and once she finishes and steps back, I examine myself in the mirror.

“Perfect,” Nancy/Grace claps. “You’re gorgeous.”

Nodding, I examine myself, taking in my no makeup, makeup look where Nancy/Grace enhanced my natural features and then my hair that curls perfectly around my face and waterfalls down my back and chest.

“I’m certain that Mr. Rivers will most certainly fall in love with you.”

“Will he?” I ask, though I don’t want that at all. “I guess we will see.”

Smiling, I rise from my chair and after straightening out my dress and adjusting my cleavage, I head back into the main portion of the building where Grant is waiting.

When he spots me, his eyes widen for a second and when they slowly start to take me in I feel a bit of satisfaction, because there was nothing better than making a powerful man bow to me.

Cocky much? Who me?

The reason I even became a model was because I knew that I was beautiful and I wanted to do something with my looks.

I mean, I did go to school to be an accountant, but while I was studying a modeling agency scouted me and now here we were.

But all of it could be ruined when I have to take maternity leave.

As this thought hits, my gaze travels down to my stomach as if I would be able to see the creature growing in me there.

I need to make a choice soon.

There was the option of admitting to my mother what happened, but if I did that news would certainly get to Grant.

And if it did?

Would he immediately put the timeline together?

I wasn’t certain, but I also didn’t want to test it either.

What if he did and still assumed that it was someone elses baby?

Did I have the emotional capacity of being considered a slut?

Should have thought about that before having a one night stand with a random guy and getting pregnant.

Ugh, stop overthinking, Gianna. I tell myself, shaking off the useless thoughts and turning my attention back to Grant.

Right now, the only thing that you need to focus on is making this man fall head over heels for you so that you can crush him.

Smiling, I do a little spin while Grant continues to watch me and when I stop, I find that he has a smile on his handsome face.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells me, moving forward. “I mean, you’re normally beautiful, but right now, you look exceptionally radiant.”

As he speaks, he reaches out and takes my hand and when he brings it to his lips, I can’t stop the shiver that rushes through me.

“Shall we get going?” He asks. “I can’t possibly be late for my own party, right?”

You could. I think silently, suddenly not wanting to share him.

Sheesh, who exactly was the one who was supposed to be doing the seducing here, because I honestly felt myself getting swept up in his web.

“Come along, beautiful.” He says, tugging me gently and then we are moving, heading back to his car and climbing inside and once we are settled we begin moving.

We arrive at the venue where Grant’s welcome banquet is being held about twenty minutes later and when we arrive, I can already see many cars and guests present.

“Looks like you were late,” I murmur, noting the line at the door. “Sorry to have kept you.”

“Don’t worry,” he smiles. “The party won’t start until I walk in.”

“You’re pretty cocky aren’t you?”

The words are leaving my lips before I can stop them, but it is the truth.

“Not cocky,” Grant tells me, parking and then cutting the car off. “Just confident, but I’m certain you understand that feeling, don’t you?”

I did, well, for the most part, but there were times where I felt extremely unworthy and unconfident.

“Sure,” I say, watching as he climbs out of the car and comes around to my side. “But I don’t think I’m as bad as you.”

Growing quiet, I wait while Grant helps me out of the car and once I’m on my feet he holds out an arm to me.

“My lady,” he smiles and I can’t stop the smile that comes to me.

“Thank you, dear sir.” I giggle, taking his arm and allow him to start leading me forward.

As we move, some gazes come to rest on us, but they don’t seem all that interested and I find myself wondering if these people are even aware of who the guest of honor is this evening.

I mean, I was sure they knew his name, but did Grant possibly keep himself hidden?

“Don’t think too hard,” the man in question as though he can read my mind. “Soon enough all eyes will be on us and we will be the gossip for the evening.”

Nodding, I fix my gaze straight ahead as Grant and I move toward the large brightly lit building and when we reach the bouncer standing with a list, I feel my stomach churn a bit from what I hope is only nerves and after the large man confirms Grant’s identity, I brace myself for what will happen this evening.

I was certain that it was going to be one to remember, but as I let myself be led inside where the party is already in full swing, I feel my nerves calming and a thrum of anticipation and excitement rush through me.