Amelia
“Are you here to fix the computer?” He asks.
My brain suddenly goes completely blank. I have no idea what to say. The father of my baby is Ezra Keaton, the CEO of the company. My mouth bobs open as he waits patiently for me to say something.
“Amelia?” His voice is soft and warm as he says my name.
My heart races as my brain begins to work again. My stomach gurgles, and I have the urge to vomit, “bathroom,” I mutter.
“Excuse me?” He asks.
“I need a bathroom,” I whimper.
He points, “Through that door.”
“Excuse me,” I breathe out and run towards the bathroom. I barely notice how luxurious it is as I slam the door and barely reach the toilet. Everything in my stomach is expelled, and then some. I stand over the ornate toilet for a moment before flushing. I stumble over to the
