Chapter 270 Our Mess

• I was pregnant. That should be great news, but it meant I had a bodyguard. I stood at the bathroom door, my hands clenched at my sides as I tried to laser my men with my eyes. Malik was still in his suit. Waylen didn’t go to work today, so he could stay with me. He looked the least bothered.
• “No,” I said.
• Malik removed his tie and draped his jacket over the chair before my vanity. I grabbed it and tried to smack him with it, but he was faster. He had only been home for less than five minutes, and his first thought was getting me a bodyguard.