Chapter 41 Pregnant 2

• By the end of the meeting, I was ready to fucking vomit. I told Devon I needed to use the bathroom and for them to head back to his office. I told him I would be right there. I could tell he did not want to leave me, but I told him to go, and I would be right there. I flew into one of the stalls as I emptied my stomach into the damn toilet. There was nothing coming up, so I sat there dry heaving for a few minutes. Once I got myself under control I stood up. I swished some water around my mouth to rinse the taste of trying to vomit from it. I
• checked myself in the mirror to make sure I did not look like I was dying before I patted my face with a paper towel soaked in water before heading to the elevator.
• "Hey, I am going to head home. I am starting to feel worse. I believe I am coming down with the shit the girls had." I told them.