Chapter 75: What's The Catch

\[Gianna’s POV\]

I stare at Grant, taking him in while wondering what exactly his reason for doing all of this is.

Of course, he said it was because he needed someone to shield him and that he wanted to take responsibility for getting my pregnant, but even then I just can’t bring myself to believe it.

There’s gotta be a catch.

What is the catch?

These questions move through my head as silence falls around us and before I can even voice them, the taxi comes to a stop and the cabbie turns to take us in.

“We’re here,” he announces, nodding toward the large building just ahead of us. “Good luck and congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Grant smiles, climbing out of the vehicle and then coming around to my side. “Thanks for bringing us.”

Finished speaking, he pulls my door open and then helps me out and once we are standing on the sidewalk, the taxi takes off, leaving us with no option to leave.

Well, there was an option to leave.

All I had to do was turn and start walking, but with how determined Grant was, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

“Why?” I whisper, turning my gaze to the man beside me and feeling something in me shift. “Why are you doing this?”

“I’ve already told you…” He begins, but stops as I shake my head.

“None of your reasons are necessary.” I say. “Even if I’m pregnant, it doesn’t mean that we have to go through with this marriage. If you want a shield, can’t we simply say that we are engaged? There’s no reason to go through all this trouble for something that will eventually end.”

“Something that will eventually end.” Grant repeats, frowning. “Are you really already thinking about the end before it even begins?”

Why shouldn’t I? I think silently. He already made it clear that he had no intention of falling in love or getting himself into something serious, so why…”

“Why don’t you just think about taking each day step by step.” Grant continues. “Instead of considering the end result, just let yourself go along for the ride.”

“Along for the ride.” I repeat, chuckling. “What? Are you suggesting that I should delude myself into thinking that what we have is real and that there is a chance it will last? Weren’t you the one that made it extremely clear that you had no interest in that?”

Growing quiet, I wait while Grant considers my words and when an odd emotion flashes in his eyes, I can’t help but wishing I could hear what was going through his head.

“Just let me do what’s right.” He finally says, completely overstepping my question. “You’re pregnant with my child and as a responsible man, I want to do what is right.”

Do what is right.

Do what is right.

I didn’t once ask him to do what was right, but I don’t say that. Instead, I find myself wishing that he would say something that would give me a bit of courage.

Even if he wasn’t capable of falling for me, I couldn’t say the same.

Even now, I find myself being attracted to him. It had been like this since that night I found him in the bar all alone and no matter how much I tell myself that I shouldn’t let myself fall, I can’t stop it.

I was certain that if I continued to spend time with him, I would continue to fall, and when it got to the point of no return, I would be left hurt and alone.

“Try to trust me on this.” Grant says, reaching out and taking my hand. “I know I’m asking a lot, but can’t you have a bit of faith?”

For a moment, I don’t respond as I consider his words and consider my situation and when something in me shifts and says why don’t you just try, I feel my eyes widen.

“If you’re that worried about your mother and Anthony, I’ll handle it.” Grant continues, taking my silence as my swaying. “I will make sure that they accept our relationship and let them use me as a punching bag if they absolutely can’t accept it.”

“How is it that you can be so damn positive?” I huff, feeling myself deflating. “Aren’t you worried about how things might end up?”

“Should I be?” He challenges.

“Honestly?” I grow quiet while I realize that I was no match against this man. “You might want to be, because you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into. What if you end up coming to hate me?”

“I doubt that will happen.”

“What if I demand a lot of you?”

“Then, I’ll take it as it comes.”

“What if I try to bleed your money dry?” I push.

“I’ve got plenty of money to spare.”

“What if I refuse to part when the time comes?”

This time, Grant doesn’t immediately answer and I find myself regretting asking it, but these were all the questions that I just couldn’t ignore.

“Well?” I push, wanting him to give me some sort of confirmation. “What if I kick and scream and beg for you not to leave me?”

I grow quiet, watching, waiting as Grant truly considers what I’ve asked and when he finally smiles and reaches out and touches my cheek.

“Why don’t we see how I handle that when we get there?”

This time, I’m the one that remains silent as I truly consider what he is saying.

Why don’t we wait and see?

It was easy enough to ask that question, but when it came to answering, well, that was something else entirely and I was certain that when I answered there would be absolutely no turning back because I was all but agreeing to what he wanted.

“Alright,” I whisper, making a decision on the fly. “Let’s do this, but don’t think that there won’t be some rules and stipulations in place.”

For now, I would do what he wanted because what was the point of trying to keep him at arms length when as it was we were all over the news and everyone in my circle and his thought we were together.

“Alright,” I repeat, settling on my choice while wondering if I would come to regret it. “Let’s say I do and then write up a contract.”