Chapter 72: Physical

\[Gianna’s POV\]

I stare in disbelief as Grant watches me, his eyes screaming that he is serious about what he just said and when it becomes too much, I feel my anger bubbling.

What was it about this man?

Did he enjoy pissing me off that much?

I mean, shit. Everytime he opened his mouth he said that would make my blood boil and made me realize that there was just no way that we would ever be good together, but even then, somewhere deep down, I couldn’t stop the attraction I felt toward him.

Was I a masochist or something?

To be attracted to a bastard who was always poking at me.

“Murder is illegal, you know.” I say now.

“Only if you’re caught,” he smirks. “Anyway, you didn’t answer my question.”

“Because there’s no reason to do that. My private life has nothing to do with you.”

“Wrong,” he tells me. “I already told you…”

“Yeah, yeah,” I huff. “Anything to do with me became your business when you fucked me, but that doesn’t mean that I have to go along with it.”

Not wanting to go back and forth with Grant anymore, I begin to relax in my seat and I turn my gaze out of the window beside me while I feel his gaze burn into me.

“Stop staring,” I huff. “You’re going to give everybody the wrong idea.”

“The flight attendant already has the wrong idea.” He points out.

“What?” I gasp, turning my gaze to his. “What the hell does that mean?”

“She called you my wife,” he chuckles. “It actually has a nice ring, doesn’t it?”

“Crazy,” I puff. “You’re crazy.”

“Only about you, darling.” He smiles. “Anyway, we will be going by the doctors when we land.”

“Doctors,” I repeat, my heart rate kicking up in speed. “Why on earth would we need to go there?”

“To have you examined.” He explains. “This is the second time now that I’ve seen you get sick. I need to make sure that you’re in good condition to be working.”

“I’m fine,” I tell him, panic starting to rush through me.

No. I hiss inwardly. I can’t get an exam. If I do then he will find out about my pregnancy and…

I focus on the man beside me and when many terrifying scenarios start to appear, I know that I can’t possibly let him know.

“I can’t let you work until I’m certain you're fine.” He says now. “What kind of boss would I be if I did?”

“I’m fine,” I repeat. “Isn’t my words enough?”

“Nope. I need a doctor's note saying that you’re fine to work.”

Why?

Why? Why? Why? Why was Grant being so damn stubborn? Why couldn’t he just let me live my life in peace? Nothing good has happened since I met him because of that bet.

Dammit. I was going to kill Gabrielle and Alannah once I returned home. They were to blame for this shit, but until then, I needed to figure out a way out that exam that Grant was insisting on.

However, by the time our plane lands and we begin to unload, Grant is still adamant on taking me to the doctor and I know that the only way I’m getting out of it is to run away and honestly, I’m actually considering it.

However, when Grant and I step out of the airport and he places a hand on the small of my back, I wonder if the bastard is capable of mind reading.

“That car there is ours,” he announces, leading me to a shuttle that is waiting. “We will go to the doctors and then to the resort.”

“I’m fine,” I mutter, giving up and wondering just what will happen once he learns of my pregnancy.

I was certain I would be saying goodbye to my modeling career and I would also most likely be saying goodbye to my family.

And what about the baby?

My stomach churns as panic over what Grant will do about the child hits me, but then I remember the question he asked me on the plane.

I was left with only one option when it came to that and if I at least lied and said that he wasn’t the last person I slept with things would be fine.

At least, that was the hope, but for some reason I can’t get his threat out of my mind as we pull up in front of the hospital and Grant leads me inside.

After being checked in a nurse with a kind face leads me to a bathroom.

“There is a cup inside waiting for a sample.” She tells me and I know that my biggest fear is about to be found out. “Once you’re done, just leave it in the metal box.”

“Wait,” I gasp as she turns to leave. “Can we please skip this part.”

I know I sound crazy and that this woman has no reason to go against what her job requires, but I’m desperate.

“Listen,” I continue as she takes me in with confused eyes. “I know that what I’m asking is crazy and you have absolutely no reason to agree to it, but I can’t do a pee test.”

“And why is that?” The nurse asks, raising a brow. “Are you doing drugs and you don’t want your manager to find out?”

“No,” I respond. “I’m not doing drugs, but I…” I trail off, wondering what she would say if I were to tell her that I’m pregnant and I don’t want my manager to find that out. “I’m…. I have my reasons.”

“I’m sorry,” she sighs. “I have to do what my job requires and that includes collecting all necessary samples. If you don’t wish to cooperate then you should just leave.”

“I can’t!” I tell her. “I won’t be able to work if I do.”

“Then I suggest you get in there and do as you’ve been told.”

Her voice is stern and her gaze is hard. I know that she isn’t going to change her mind, but even then, I still want to try.

“I’m pregnant,” I whisper, feeling defeated. “I’m pregnant and I can’t let my modeling company find out.”