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He shrugged. “You knew what you were getting into when you got in bed with Eli. I don’t know what you want me to say…” Owen let out another heavy, painful sigh, but then shifted. “What does he think about the baby? Is he excited?”
I blinked a few times at him. “Um, well, see…”
“Oh my god,” he groaned. “He doesn’t fucking know, does he?”
A sheepish, guilty smile invaded my face. “No.”
“Holy shit, Olivia. You have to tell him about this.”
I bit my lip. “I don’t think it’s a great idea. He’s already so dismissive of everything between us, and I don’t want to weigh him down with a baby. I can’t imagine what that’d do to his image.”
“His image? Who the fuck cares about his image? You have a baby to take care of. He’s loaded, and I know that as much as he’s a dick sometimes, he’ll want to be in his kid’s life.”
It was hard to argue with Owen, mostly because he made some valid points, but it didn’t change my mind. “I’m not telling him. I don’t know when or if I’ll ever tell him. I can do this on my own, Owen. I don’t want some toxic co-parenting relationship. I don’t want Eli to try and have a relationship with me solely because I’m having his baby, and I don’t want the baby growing up around some playboy of a father, always setting a shitty example.”
“He’s not that bad.”
“I’m moving to Los Angeles once the project for Harlee Mendez is over, and maybe I’ll tell him once there’s some space between us.”
Owen was silent, chewing on his cheek as his blue eyes bore into mine. “Are you still sleeping with him?”
My hesitancy said it all, but I owned up to it anyway. “Kind of, I don’t know. He says it’ll just get it out of his system or something—but ever since he found out I was leaving, nothing has really happened.”
“You should stop sleeping with him.”
That’s like asking a cokehead to stop snorting lines.
“Yeah, I know.”
A burst of silence settled between us again before Owen’s lips finally tugged into a slight smile. “You’re gonna be a mom.”
Ah, so my brother doesn’t totally hate me for this.
22
ELI
What the hell is wrong with her?
My eyes were stuck on Olivia, who didn’t even bother to look at me. Granted, she was focused on Harlee, who was chatting with bright eyes about the final cut of the video. Somehow, by some unforeseen miracle, Olivia had been able to push the final cut ahead of schedule by nearly a full week. It was incredible…
And like she was dying to leave this place.
The sooner the video premiered, the sooner she got to leave this city.
I frowned at the thought. I have to at least have her around me one more fucking time before she goes.
It made me feel a little bad, sure, but didn’t she want it too? Couldn’t she feel the spark between us? It was fucking intoxicating, and yet she was becoming a pro at avoiding me ever since Owen’s birthday party.
“So what do you think of the premiere being moved to this Friday?” someone asked in my direction, and I blinked a couple of times before realizing that it was Harlee herself.
“Um, we’ll do whatever is best for you.” I never gave in to scheduling last-minute shit, especially something like a premiere, but Harlee got what she wanted from everyone around her, and I had given in to that ever since the negotiation over Olivia.
I’m turning soft.
Gross.
I shook it off, tensing my jaw. “Will this be okay for your fans?”
