When Mila finds out she's pregnant from a one-night stand with a reluctant prince, she is thrust into a fake romance with him; are her feelings that grow for him genuine or for his way of life that ensures her baby stability?|| Down-on-her-luck Mila...
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It's six-thirty the next morning when I decide it's the time to phone the number I've saved into my phone since I came home from Gem's yesterday. They're just eleven numbers, but for some reason, every time I've looked at them and how I've saved his number as Lucas on my phone, it feels like a hot potato I need to throw somewhere else.
But this time, I press the call button and put it to my ear.
It begins ringing; it's not a fake number! For some reason, I really began worrying he'd fobbed me off and didn't want to speak to me ever again.
It takes six rings before someone picks up. "Hello?" Lucas' voice answers. He sounds the same as he did two weeks ago – again, I don't know why he wouldn't. Maybe it's because I imagine him to be too good to be true.
"Hi, Lucas? It's me, Mila, from a couple of weeks ago," I mumble.
He takes a moment, but I hear a hitch of breath and maybe him moving somewhere. I'm not sure. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Again, not quite sure. But what I do know is that merely knowing he's on the other end of the phone is bringing back all sorts of fluttering memories from that night.
Maybe this could be a good thing, like Gem said.
"Hi, Mila," he finally responds.
"Hey. Uh, how're you?"
He chuckles, and I imagine him running a hand through his hair. That soft smirk he gave, and the way he'd whisper filthy curses in my ear as we were going—
Man, I'm horny. Is it the hormones?
"Good, thanks. It's been a couple of weeks. You okay, Peach?" Lucas asks.
"Is now a bad time? I kinda wanted to ask you something," I mention. "And tell you something."
He takes a second, but then breathes. "No, now is fine. What's up? I kind of wanted you to call. I'm visiting soon—" He stops.
"That's actually a good thing. I, uh, could do with seeing you actually," I stammer. Why is this so damn difficult?
I suppose this is totally life changing; one minute we were having fun in the club and then two weeks later bam and there's this human growing inside me. Well, right now it's a clump of cells but it will grow into a human in either option I'm looking at right now. Then I have to push it out or get it sliced out of me—
This is awkward.
"Are you asking me out on a date, there, Peach? 'Cause you can just ask outright, you know?" he jokes with a small laugh to his voice.
"Sort of? I think? I don't know. Uh, Lucas, this is so fucking awkward. Oh my god," I whisper.
"Do you need money? A place to stay? What's going on? Or is that Brayden guy giving you trouble, 'cause I can come down and sweep you off your feet again—"
