Page 153 of Mafia Billionaire's Surprise Baby

When a face peeks around the side of the bathroom, my heart does a little sinking thing.

Which, in turn, makes me nauseous, and I turn to use the toilet again.

The man behind me patiently waits. “Well. That was the type of greeting that any gent would be happy to receive.”

Yeah, definitely not Sal. The man behind me is definitely the one I’ve been hoping would never come back.

Because now, I owe him an answer.

I sigh. Through my haze, I smell him. He’s got some kind of fresh scent— I’d simply overflow with joy if it was Irish Spring – and I inhale it, noting how it smells before realizing there’s another scent as well.

Just Liam.

“Are you well, Gia?” he asks.

I’m pretty sure that there’s genuine concern in his voice, which is not helping. A major part of my debate is the fact that Liam is…

Not terrible.

He’s attractive. He’s actually kind of nice. He’s funny in a different sort of way, like he’s got an accountant’s sense of humor, and he does his best to incorporate feedback from his men.

That, more than anything, has been surprising to me.

What he’s done in the last five days? Who knows. I assume that he has access to a helicopter of some kind, because he can’t have gone anywhere interesting for a couple of days then come back via boat.

I think.

Again, having no clue where I am is somewhat disorienting.

“I’m fine,” I mutter.

Liam arches an eyebrow and looks at me. “You don’t look fine.”

“Harsh, Irish.”

He chuckles. “So that’s what you’re doing now? Calling me Irish?”

“It’s the nicest thing that I can think of,” I snort.

Liam sighs and slides down along the wall until he’s facing me. He puts his hands on his knees, leaning forward. “Am I so bad then?”

“I don’t think I know what you mean,” I whisper back.

I know exactly what he means, but I’m not sure that I can answer the question.

He’s not bad. Not really.

And I think it’s probably about time to give him an answer.

I sit up, my head swirling as I lean against the bathroom wall. “You want me to marry you.”

“Yes,” Liam says somewhat confidently.

“I don’t want to get married, Liam.”

He turns, and I realize that I’ve never said his name before.

His reaction makes everything worse.