Chapter 68: I Don't Understand

\[Gianna’s POV\]

I don’t speak as I continue to examine Grant. Taking in his handsome face, his easy smile, and the way his eyes sparkle with interest, but then I remember that man who tried to threaten me and I immediately feel my walls slamming into place again.

“Have you finally decided to go along with me?” He asks as I try to ignore the conflicting feelings that I feel. “If so, we could…”

“Nope,” I say, tearing my gaze away and getting comfy in my seat. “I was just wondering how long this flight will last.”

“Wanting to get away from me that quickly?” He asks.

“Maybe.”

I don’t bother saying anything more after that and when the captain comes over the speaker, I buckle in and then turn my gaze out the window so I can watch the plane lift.

Only once we are in the sky, do I turn my gaze toward the aisle beside us and when I see a flight attendant, I feel my stomach suddenly rumble.

“Hungry?” Grant asks, not missing it. “Should I order you a drink as well?”

“No,” I hiss and realize too late that I was a bit too harsh. “No,” I repeat, this time more calmly. “I don’t like drinking.”

“You don’t,” Grant repeats, raising a brow. “But weren’t you drinking like a fish before we…”

“Ssssshhhhh,” I hiss, pressing my fingers against his lips and regretting it as he kisses it and I let out a grumble of annoyance.

“Do you have split personalities or something?”

One minute he was easy-going and flirtatious and then the other he was serious and acting like the cold CEO he was.

Which of his personalities was the real him and which was the one he used to try to protect himself from the world around him?

Why do you even care, Gianna?

Eyes widening, I realize too late that even though I shouldn’t even care about who Grant is, I am.

What the hell is even wrong with me?

Was I always this wishy-washy of a person? Or was I having trouble ignoring him because he was my baby’s father?

And if that was the case, then what did that mean about the future?

Dammit. I didn’t need to be thinking about that.

Shaking off the useless things going through my head, I turn my gaze to the flight attendant that Grant is ordering from and then wait until it’s my turn to do the same, but when she turns and leaves, I try to stop her.

“It’s fine,” Grant tells me, stopping me from catching the woman. “I’ve already ordered their four course meal for us.”

“Meal,” I repeat. “Four courses?”

Did this guy just like to show off his money or was he actually that hungry?

“That rumble earlier was pretty impressive,” he explains. “I figured that you must be starving.”

As he speaks, his gaze travels over my body and when he frowns, I can’t help but wonder what the hell he is thinking.

“Models are always too skinny,” he mutters, but I could have sworn I felt some meat when we…”

“Stop!” I gasp. “Why do you keep bringing that up?”

“Because I can’t stop remembering it.” He sighs and when I look down I see that a bulge has formed in his pants. “And when I think about it…” He continues, leaning in close to me. “This happens.”

“Well, that’s your problem.” I tell him, trying to ignore the sudden tingle I feel between my thighs as I remember that beast in his pants.

Even if I was drunk that night, I still couldn’t forget the way his hands, his mouth, his teeth, and those long fingers felt touching me, entering me, and driving me crazy.

I had to admit, when they said that an older man does it better, they weren’t joking, and I was certain that I would never find anyone my age that could properly work me the way Grant did, but even then, I couldn’t let my sexual desires think for me.

“It has been my problem for a while.” Grant admits. “Do you know how many fucking times I jacked off thinking about you?”

“I don’t want to know.”

I didn’t want to know, because honestly, he wasn’t the only one who did that while thinking of that night.

I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t masturbate a few times to the memories, but I would never let him know that.

“Then you should just find someone else.”

It was a really simple solution and one I was certain that he could easily do, but at my words he gives me a look that almost screams don’t joke.

“What?” I ask. “You’re a handsome man. You have a killer body. And you have money. I’m sure any woman would throw themselves at you.”

“But not you.”

“But not me,” I agree.

Frowning, Grant takes me in and I can see that he wants to say something, but when he opens his mouth to do so, the flight attendant returns with a tray of my favorite sushi.

Instantly, my mouth starts to water and before I can stop myself, I’m reaching for chopsticks, but then I remember that I’m a pregnant lady.

“What?” Grant asks, not missing my freezing. “You don’t have to wait for me to eat. It’s your favorite, right?”

“No,” I say quickly, hating that I can’t take advantage. “It isn’t and how would you know anything about me anyway?”

“You mentioned it the night we met.” He explains. “Even if you don’t remember that night vividly, I do.”

I do too. I think, but I don’t say it out loud.

I can’t.

I won’t.

If I let myself remember then I’m certain that the emotions I felt then would come back too and if that happened, I feared that I may actually give into Grant’s advances even if he only wants me to help him hold off Rachel.

Don’t be stupid, Gianna. You know that you can’t afford to stick around him that long.

But even as I tell myself this, the memories start to come to me and before I can even stop them, I find myself getting sucked into that night that landed me in the position that I was now facing.