Faking it with Damian Black novel (Millie)

Chapter 46

-MILLIE-

Planning one of the most influential couples in the US’s golden wedding anniversary was enough

distraction from this catastrophe 1 called my life.

Georgina was adamant about two things: the intimacy of the event, that no p apara zzi should be able to

invade their privacy and the location. She wanted to hold the event in their Malibu mansion. That’s where

the couples met, and on their first wedding anniversary. Tomas bought the mansion for Georgina,

Lucky her, right?

Even after fifty years, Tomas still loved to surprise her. Our meeting was cut short when Tomas walked

into the restaurant. Georgina couldn’t hide her excitement. He said he’d be in a business meeting, so he

wouldn’t be able to join our meeting when in fact, he planned a weekend getaway for them here in Roslin

City.

Before Georgina left, we promised to send our proposal by next week.

“I hate this job,” Andrea murmured. We were brainstorming the theme, food, invitations, guest list and the

program, ordering refills for our coffee. We decided to finish the proposal draft here instead of returning

to the office.

“What’s up with you?” She has been in a sour mood since yesterday. “Is everything alright with you and

Nick?

“Nick isn’t answering her calls, Candice butted in.

“Don’t even mention that devil’s name,” Andrea groaned, pulling her hair up in a high ponytail harshly.

That’s a sign she was stressed out. Her hair was her prized possession and she would kill anyone who

ruins it.

“Why?” I pressed, guilt creeping up my system. I’ve been so caught up with my problems lately and I

don’t know what’s going on with my friend’s life anymore. “What happened?”

Andrea blew a heavy breath, and her fingers stopped hitting the keyboard of her MacBook, her shoulders

slumping. “I don’t wanna talk about it. I’m just so freaking tired of all this drama with his club.””

My brows arched, curiosity slithering through my veins. I locked eyes with Candice. She shrugged. She

knows very little of what’s going on with Andrea, too.

“Well, if you’re ready to talk, you know we’re here for you,” I said, my gaze falling on my notes. “I’m sorry

if I haven’t been around lately, but you know you can talk to us about anything, right?”

Andrea’s eyes sl anted. “That statement goes to you as well, you know. How could you hide everything

from me and Candice?” Offended, she put a hand over her chest for dramatic effect, her eyes going

round. “You went through all that

alone.

Silence befell on our table. I understand where they were coming from, but it wasn’t easy for me to tell

them that a guy had assaulted me twice.

Then Andrea reached over the table for my hand, squeezing it. I’m mad you kept things from me, but I’m

always here for you.”

“You know what? Why don’t we go out and have fun this afternoon? Just the three of us,” Candice piped

in. “Since Georgina was satisfied with our initial proposal, let’s finish this tomorrow and spend time

together.”

Andre and I locked eyes. “No partying,” Candice insisted. “Damian would kill me if I took you partying.

But shopping? Ice cream?”

Andrea squealed, startling us, “Oh, ice cream. I could eat a pint right now.”

We giggled and took our freshly refilled coffee to go.

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“How about this one?” Andrea drew the curtain of the fitting booth, strutting out in a green babydoll, the

color complementing her tanned complexion and fiery red hair;

“Da mn. I loved that color. Too bad it’s not available in a bigger size Candice murmured, lifting a white

and yellow mini dress in front of the full-length mirror. “If you made me wear green right now, I would look

like an avocado. A fat avocado,” she huffed. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Looking at her now, she indeed gained weight. The dress Andrea was wearing was Candice’s first

choice. The laced, low-cut neckline was S** y, but still conservative. Andrea might be taller than her, but

they’d been wearing the same dress size.

“You did gain a few, Can. I commented. “Are you pregnant?”

That question tumbled past my lips languidly. I mean, she’s married, and it was only high time for them to

have babies. I looked over my shoulder when Candice didn’t reply, the color draining from her face.

“What?” Andrea asked.

Candice dropped on the nearest leather seat, clutching the dresses on her lap. “Oh my Go d,” she

gasped, pressing a hand on her forehead

“What?” I sat beside her. “You’re making me nervous.”

She put a hand over her mouth, her eyes misting. “I think I’m pregnant.

Andrea went to Candice’s other side. “You think? You drank to oblivion last night!

Candice’s eyes filled. “I’ve been so busy I forgot to check my calendar.” She looked at me. “But now that

you mentioned in. 1 should have had my period last week!”

“Oh sh it.” I murmured.

“What if I’m really pregnant and something happens to our baby?” panic swirled in her eyes.

“Wait,” I said. “Calm down, okay? First, we need to make sure you are really pregnant

“But what if

her voice rose and her lips trembled. I’ve never seen her so terrified. “What am I gonna do?”

“Candice, babe, snap out of it!” Andrea cupped Candice’s face. “First, let’s get out of these dresses and

go to the nearest pharmacy. There’s no point in panicking!”

“You’re panicking too.” I rolled my eyes. “Listen. Once we assure you’re really with a baby, we will go to

the doctor and make sure your baby is fine.”

Candice heaved a huge chunk of air in. “Okay. Okay. Get out of this dress. Pharmacy. Okay.” She

combed her fingers through her hair. “Oh, my Go d!”

“Is it time yet?” Andrea asked, her heels tapping against the floor

“You asked that five seconds ago, Andrea,” I groaned, and will you please stop marching? You’re making

Candice more anxious than she already is

“I can’t help it!” Andrea jabbed back, glaring at the two teenagers who entered the mall ladies’ room.

They gasped and scurried back out the door.

Candice e sat on the counter while I stood beside her, the pregnancy test was on my side. Candice kept

peeking at it like a child waiting for the cookie to be done in the oven, so I had to put myself between her

and the kit.

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“I set the alarm on my phone, remember?” I reminded them. “So we wait.”

“Talk about something,” Candice said. “Tell us what happened to you and Nick.”

Andrea paused and faced us with a s harp glare. “Why me? Why can’t Millie tell us what really happened

to her?” I stiffened, and Candice pinned Andrea with an a re yo u f ucking serious’ frown.

“Okay.” Andrea raised her hand. “That’s a bit insensitive, but why me? Ugh!” She took a deep breath,

glowering.

“You guys know that Nick’s in a motorcycle club, right? And motorcycle gang wars are always messy. He

told me to stay put in Roslin City for now, said it’s for my safety, but he won’t give me details why my life

would be in danger. I hate all these secrets” She walked towards Candice’s other side, her voice turning

soft. “So I gave him an ultimatum. He needs to tell me everything, or we’re over.”

“And he chose to end it instead of telling you the truth?” Candice asked.

Andrea nodded. “Now I’m feeling sh itty for giving him an ultimatumn. I knew the risk of dating someone

like him. I just hate that he shuts me out whenever something like this happens. Go d! I’m not some

fragile Disney princess he needs to keep locked in a tower every time s hit goes down!”

*Secrets do that, I supplied. “But I realize that sometimes we keep secrets from the people we love to

protect them.”

“I get that, but if this relationship will be long term, he needs to let me in on all the gory details of his job.”

Andrea sighed. “I needed him to come to me and realize that if he wants to keep, he needs to tell me s

hit. But waiting sucks. What if he doesn’t really see a future with me?”

Only Nick knows that, Andrea,” Candice murmured.

I hummed a yes. I wanted to tell Andrea otherwise, but what good will that do?

That’s the most annoying part. The ball is in his court. But I won’t wait forever for him- The beeping of my

phone cut off Andrea’s next statement.

Candice and Andrea stared at me. I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I checked the pregnancy

test, gasping when I saw two lines on the testing window.