Chapter 71: Is She

\[Grant’s POV\]

“Is your wife okay?”

I turn and take in the flight attendant that stands beside me with a look of concern on her face.

“Morning sickness is the worst.”

“Morning sickness,” I repeat, frowning. “What do you mean?”

Wasn’t this just a bought of motion sickness or nerves that Gianna was experiencing?

I mean, I knew that she wasn’t comfortable in my presence, but even then, I didn’t expect it to be this bad.

When I booked her first class ticket, I wanted us to be able to maybe talk a bit and get closer during the flight, but so far, everything was going wrong.

“She’s pregnant isn’t she?” The flight attendant asks. “When I was pregnant, I couldn’t handle the scent of fish either.”

At her words, I look down at the untouched plate of sushi that I offered Gianna and I feel something strange start to flow through me.

“Once she is out of the first trimester, she should be able to handle the smell, but she should have been advised to stay away from raw fish while pregnant.”

“Why do you keep saying she is pregnant?” I snap as other instances start to come rushing back to me. “She’s clearly just sick.”

“Oh!” The flight attendant gasps, her eyes widening. “I’m sorry, I just…”

“You can go,” I sigh, slowly rising from my seat and heading in the direction that Gianna went. “I’m going to go check on my wife.”

I don’t wait for a response from the flight attendant, because honestly, right now all I can think about is what she was saying.

Was Gianna pregnant?

I mean, it would explain her suddenly not wanting to drink and her turning down my sushi offering, but were there other signs out there?

Frowning, I try to remember all our encounters, but I can’t really think of anything else.

She can’t be.

There was no way that she would be stupid enough to get pregnant in the height of her modeling career, right?

And if she was?

Who was the bastard that knocked her up?

Dammit. Why was I even thinking of such ridiculous things?

She wasn’t pregnant.

She couldn’t be pregnant, but as I draw closer to the bathroom and the door opens, I can’t stop my gaze from drifting to her stomach as though I could see through it.

“Grant,” she says, confusion flashing in her eyes. “Why are you…”

“Just checking to make sure that you’re alright.”

Pushing aside my useless thoughts, I move forward and touch Gianna’s forehead to make sure she isn’t running a fever.

“You’re cool as a cucumber, but pretty clammy.

“Well, I did just throw up.” She points out unembarrassingly. “Anyway, could you maybe move so I can go back to my seat. I’m still not feeling completely okay.”

“Sure,” I say, moving aside so that she can brush past me.

For a moment, I don’t move as I watch her head back to our seats and when she disappears into the private booth we are sharing, I find myself once again wondering if what the flight attendant said is true.

And if it was?

Did she even have a boyfriend that I didn’t know about?

And if she did?

No, there was no way that she could without me knowing.

Then what if she is pregnant?

Who the hell was the father?

This thought plagues me as I finally start to move and when I drop into my seat beside Gianna’s, I can’t keep quiet.

“Did you sleep with anyone after me?”

The question is leaving my lips before I can even stop it, but I needed to know.

And if she didn’t?

And if she was pregnant?

Did that mean that I was the father of the child?

In a way, I liked the scenario a whole lot better because I had my sights set on her.

“What?” Gianna hisses, eyeing me in confusion. “What kind of question is that?”

“Answer me.”

Maybe I was being forceful and I wasn’t approaching this topic properly, but I wasn’t going to let her avoid it.

“Did you sleep with anyone after me?”

I grow quiet and watch as Gianna stares at me, her gaze screaming you can’t be serious, but I was.

I was so fucking serious that it surprised me.

But you’re partially the reason she is avoiding you now. The small voice in the back of my head tells me.

You pretended to want to use her to get her to stay beside you until you could win her over and now you’re suffering the consequences.

To hell with the consequences. I was certain that I could get her to fall for me if I was just given the time and that was part of the reason I put Gianna on this gig.

Since it was a location shoot, it meant that she would have to go somewhere far and while we were there I could start to work my magic.

“I don’t think that is any of your business.”

Gianna’s voice drifts through my reverie, pulling me back to the present and the issue at hand.

“Even if I did, that is my business.”

“Your business,” I say slowly, my anger beginning to bubble over. “I think it is more than just your business.”

“How?” She demands.

“Since you slept with me it became my business.” I tell her. “You’re the one who initiated this. Do you think you can just push me away like that?”

Stop it, Grant. I hiss inwardly, trying to stop myself. You’re not approaching her properly.

I knew that this wasn’t the way to try to win her over, not when we were both such strong personalities, but I just couldn’t hold back when it came to her.

“Did you sleep with anyone after me?” I say slowly, my voice dripping with promise. “And if you did, who was the bastard? I’d like to meet him and kill him.”