Chapter 75
Chapter 75
Leah
“So, let me get this straight: I do my own laundry even though have the money to pay someone to do it for me? Calebacks as he drives us through Stockholm. Apparently, he still knows how to drive a car.
“Yeah? Do you think that’s weird?”
“Very,” he laughs, which confuses me.
“Why would it be weird?”
The Caleb you’ve
“Because I’m lazy, and the reason I’m laughing is because I must have had a cleaning lady until I met you. been with? He was definitely trying to impress you by acting like he didn’t pay people to do everything for him.”
I fall silent at that. Could it be true that the Caleb I knew didn’t do any chores himself before he met me? If that’s the case, he was really putting in an effort for my sake.
Nothing much happens for the rest of the drive. I watch the snow circle down from the sky while Caleb mutters at the traffic. Soon, we are parked outside the flat, and I open the passenger door, only for Caleb to finally acknowledge that I actually
exist.
“Wait, let me get the door for you,” he says.
Since I’m extremely pregnant, I let him walk around the car to my door, but when it’s time for him to offer his hand, things turn awkward. We haven’t actually touched since he woke up from his operation, and I can tell it’s making him feel strange having to pull up a pregnant woman he barely knows since he isn’t giving me his hand. He just stands there.
Do I make him–uncomfortable? Or is he grossed out that the ‘other Caleb‘ picked to be with me? He thought I was his assistant the first time he saw me.
Regardless of what reason Caleb might have for standing there like a robot needing to be charged, I feel a sharp sting of disappointment. I have zero interest in asking him for her and try to get up on my own. Easier said than done.
I’m heavier than I’m used to and have to use both hands to push myself up from the seat, which results in the door wanting to close on me. I curse under my breath, ready to push it open, but that’s when Caleb FINALLY acts.
He opens the door, grabs my hand, and pulls me up so fast that my nose makes contact with a solid wall of muscled chest. That’s all my heart needs to start racing
“Sorry,” he mutters above my head. “I didn’t want to overstep by touching you, but then I remembered that we are getting married and….yeah. Sorry for acting weird”
Instead of replying. I lift my eyes–big mistake.
I think my knees go weak. I’m not sure because my brain has screeched to a halt.
Holy hell, the look Caleb is giving me is downright torture. Had be not been a victim of amnesia, I would be kissing him. He is close enough that I notice the faint stubble along his strong chin and the glints of gold in his brown hair underneath the lamppost. It’s flattened a bit on one side due to being stuck in a hospital bed all day. But that doesn’t matter. He still looks fantastic like a movie star. I’m on a good way to beg him for a kiss, but I manage to control myself.
By controlling myself, I mean staring up at him in awkward silence until he jerks back. This makes an unhappy pout touch
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my lips, the reaction summoning his dimple to appear.
“You don’t want me to stay away from you until my memory has returned,” he says it slowly like its news to him and he is only just now realizing it.
1 smile, about to tell him that I obviously don’t want to be apart from him even with his memories gone since he is the father of our future children. Then he opens his mouth and ruins everything.
The deep, sexy tone of his voice rolls over me before the words fally make sense. “You have such lovely tits.”
My world grinds to a screeching halt. Lovely tits? He doesn’t remember who I am and that’s the first thing he gives me a
my tits?! compliment for? My tits. Not my brain or my extraordinary min, but
I gape at my future husband, too shocked to form a proper glare to tell him I didn’t appreciate what he said. He squints back, his smile still in place like he doesn’t understand I’m mad. Is he stupid? Does he expect a response? Maybe for me to compliment him back?
What a jerk!
Instead of being interested in getting to know my personality or trying to understand my mind, he went and said I had lovely tits. What hurts even more is that I don’t usually have big breasts. It’s the pregnancy doing that to me. I’m also more chub than curve, and that’s making me feel extremely self–conscious, especially since Caleb’s eyes have been roaming over my body in question ever since we left the hospital. My tits? I bet that’s the only thing he is attracted to!
“Okay, we are definitely NOT sleeping in the same bed tonight, announce in a loud voice, making Caleb’s eyes crease by the corners in what might be a wince.
“Ahh. you didn’t appreciate my attempt at flirting… I’m sorry, I’m bad at this. Usually, I don’t have to try very hard to win
women over.”
“Let me guess: one look at your pretty face, and it’s enough?”
That or my wallet.”
“Ha…”
He grimaces at my fake laugh. “I’m starting to realize it’s going to take more than that to impress you. So, um, can we move on and pretend I never pissed you off?”
I almost smile at those words, which irritates me further since I don’t want him to win. “No.”
He
e shifts his weight to his other foot. “Look, I was only trying-
“Do not “I point a finger at him “-tell me to ‘look‘ when you’ve insulted me, bud.”
“Insulted you?” He makes a strangled sort of half–laugh. “That was hardly an insult. You have large breasts and-” He trails off when he notices I’m close to boiling over. All that’s missing is that whistling sound of a kettle.
“I don’t want that to be the first compliment you give me!”
He takes a step back in the snow like I’ve surprised him. It’s a small movement, one that he tries to hide by crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“First compliment?” His eyes widen. “Oh, I didn’t realize you wanted to start over with me. I just…” Those blue eyes drift down and rove over my chest. I want to scream when it happens but not because Caleb is looking. No, I want to scream
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because my nipples harden!
Fuck this. “Eyes up, asshole.”
Caleb’s eyes snap back up to mine, a faint blush coloring his cheeks pink. “Right, sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. Let’s start over.” He clears his throat and extends his hand. “Hi, I’m Caleb. It’s nice to meet you”
I eye his outstretched hand warily but don’t take it. Under normal circumstances, maybe I would, but pregnant Leah is hard to please, so I march right past him.
“Don’t bother to talk to me tonight,” I mutter.
Caleb says nothing. In fact, he stays right where I left him and waits for me to open the door before he strikes, “You’re even hotter when you’re mad!”
I whirl around, my face burning. “Are you actually serious right now? Flirting when I’m angry?”
Caleb holds up his hands in surrender, but it’s hard to take him seriously when there’s still a hint of amusement in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. You’re just so…” he trails off, seeming to search for the right word.
“So what?” snap, my patience wearing thin. If he says I’m different from the other women he has dated, then I’m going to smack him to pieces.
He takes a step closer, his voice dropping low. “Captivating. Even without my memories, I can tell there’s something special about you, Leah. I’m drawn to you.”
His words catch me off guard. I never expected him to call me captivating and for a moment, I feel my anger start to dissipate. But then I remember his earlier comments and steel myself. “Nice try, but flattery won’t get you anywhere right now. I’m still mad at you.”
Caleb laughs, “That’s okay. I like a good chase anyway!”
1 gape at Caleb in disbelief. Did he seriously just say he likes “a good chase“? As if I’m some kind of prey for him to hunt down? The audacity!
“I am not something for you to chase,” I hiss, shaking because this version of Caleb is driving me mad. “I’m your pregnant fiancée, not a game for you to play!”
Even if Caleb is still standing close to the car, I can see his eyes widen, but that infuriating smirk doesn’t leave his face. “Fiery. I like it.”
I throw my hands up in exasperation. “You’re impossible! I’m going to bed. Alone.”
I storm into the flat, not bothering to see if he follows. I hear his footsteps behind me as I make my way to the bedroom, but I don’t turn around.
Once inside, I head for the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I change quickly, fuming the whole time. When I’m all done for bed, Caleb is standing awkwardly by the bed, looking unsure.
“So…where should I sleep?” he asks hesitantly.
1 point to the door. “Outside.”
He cocks his head to the side. “What if I offered you a massage? You’re pregnant–I bet your feet are sore. I could massage them, that is, if you asked nicely.
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“You think a foot rub will make up for your behavior?” I ask, arching an eyebrow.
Caleb shrugs, a hint of that infuriating smirk still playing on his ps. “Can’t hurt to try, right?”
I narrow my eyes at him, considering. On one hand, I’m still annoyed. On the other, my feet really do hurt…
“Fine,” I relent with a sigh. “But this doesn’t mean I forgive you
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“Understood,” Caleb says, his smile widening. He pats the bed beside him, and for the first time, I realize he has already pulled the sheets to the side. He winks at me. “Made some space for you right here.”
….how the FUCK did he know I was going to give in so easily?!
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