Nick swirled around in the brown leather executive chair he was sitting in and pushed away from his desk. The momentum of his movements took him towards the glass wall in his office on the fiftieth floor.
Rather than admire the view his office afforded, he was staring at the disconnected cellular phone in his hand. He wasn’t sure how he felt. Depositing the phone into his trouser pocket, she loosened his tie before heading to the wet bar to pour himself a drink.
Glass of scotch in hand, he returned to his magnificent view and his thoughts.
He’d intended to berate Vanessa for going out partying at this late stage in her pregnancy, especially since he hadn’t been around to assist her if she needed help. But he knew she was responsible and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize herself or the
