After scoring the internship of a lifetime, college student Lila Grey is ready to let loose and have a little fun. But thanks to the virile Kol Mikaelson, one night of carelessness turns into something much more complicated than she'd ever imagined...
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With a growl, I flung the offending pink lace garment across the room. I typically had a high threshold for pain, but my boobs were absolutely killing me lately.
Every bra I owned had become too tight, the restrictive material itchy and hateful. It was torture trying to sit through my two hour Friday morning lecture with underwire digging into my ribcage.
I made a quick stop home so I could change before I met up with Kol, but now that any type of bra was out of the question, I had no idea what to wear.
I rifled through my clothing, rejecting every single article, until my eyes settled on a black one piece jumper. Cashmere would feel amazing on my tender skin, and the draped neckline would camouflage any bounce.
Perfect.
As I was adjusting my clothing, Valentino peeked his head into my room and let out a tiny mewl. I winced when I noticed it was half an hour past his typical mealtime.
"Sorry, baby," I cooed, walking towards the cabinet to grab a can of his food. "Mommy's a mess today." Popping the tab, I quickly pulled off the lid and leaned down.
The putrid scent of fish filled the air as I poured it into the bowl, and a sudden wave of nausea rolled over me. "Oh, gross," I whined, feeling my stomach churn. I sat down on the floor, facing away from the cat food and gulping mouthfuls of air.
So this was the famous morning sickness everyone was always talking about.
I was not impressed.
It took a few minutes, but the sick feeling passed, and I was able to climb to my feet without puking. I grabbed a bottle of water and prayed it was over.
I checked my appearance in the mirror once more. My skin was pasty and there were bags under my eyes, but I looked better than I felt.
At this rate, it was going to be a long nine months.
As I reached the door, I began to slip into a pair of high nude heels. But when Elijah's scowl of disappointment popped into my head, I exchanged them for a more sensible pair.
Elijah.
Ugh.
I detested the way my heart would race when I thought of him.
In the harsh light of day, I'd hoped I would be able to chalk up my attraction to temporary insanity, but that was not the case. I stalked his Facebook page and his Instagram over my morning coffee, and the fire low in my belly only burned brighter with each new photo.
I was still busy daydreaming of the dimple in Elijah's chin when I arrived at the Student Lounge.
"There she is," I heard the familiar voice call from over in the corner. My eyes landed on Kol, who was waving me over with an eager grin.
