CHAPTER 92

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Renleigh Kensington

Planning a gender reveal was never something I thought I would do because I never had anything other than my business on my mind. Anything that was to do with growing a family seemed like a waste of time to me, something I found to be an excuse to not work but I suppose the people you meet during different parts of your life and the things that happen to you, shape you into the person you eventually become and so thinking of things like that comes with it.

Having people around you who mean a lot to you, changes the way you look at things. At least, I felt like it was changing me. I only ever had my parents by my side and my brother. No matter what happened in life, I knew I always had them and they never thought of leaving me or betraying me. Now, that circle of people expanded by two in the form of Zayn and Harry. They became constant people in my life and that took me a while to understand.

I only ever had experience with friends who went behind my back and weren't loyal to me. They left the second I no longer benefitted them because they were nothing more than flies on the wall. So, to have people there for me who would go to great lengths to make sure I felt cared for and loved was really new but something I have craved for so fucking long.

It made me show my caring and loving side more and it allowed me to realise that perhaps, there is more to life than working and making money. Success was still really important to me but ensuring a stable relationship with people who I cared about was also something that jumped up on that list.

That's why I managed to get Harry to let us do the gender reveal for Zayn and Charlotte. Since I wasn't allowed to do business stuff—and weirdly enough, everything was under control everywhere—I needed something other than my therapist, the gym and cooking to fill up my spare hours. Yes, I did decide to hit the gym from time to time, although it was all Harry. He always dragged me along and made me work out with his personal trainer since I had absolutely no experience when it came to gym equipment or even what to do to get in shape.

"Harry, I'm not going to go for the most stereotypical colour!" I argued with him when he tried to get me to agree on why he wanted to go with blue.

"So what if it's stereotypical? Do you want pink confetti coming out of those things and then tell them it's a boy?" he asked back, clearly annoyed as he still couldn't get over the fact that he lost the bet days ago. He was now officially on baby-nappy duty for the rest of the kid's life and I was eight hundred quid richer.

I loved winning.

"Ugh. How the hell are you a CEO of your own fashion company?" I grunted and he fell back on the bed, his head hit the pillows and his body bounced as the mattress moved.

"Honestly? I don't know. I love business stuff and I love fashion. I guess since I have the drive and the money under my fat ass, I managed to do what I had to in order to build up a company from fuck all and now here I am."

"You don't have a fat ass," I rolled my eyes. "You know," I turned around to look at him with my eyebrows furrowed, my voice slightly higher in pitch than before. "It actually bothers me how good your ass looks. You have no fat on it, no cellulite and every time I slap it, it's proper firm. How do you do it?"

"It's natural, baby," he winked at me.

"That's a lie and you know it," I said. "How the hell do squats work for you?"

"I don't just do squats," he replied. "I have a full-on booty workout like I do for my arms, back, legs, stomach, everything. What good is it to have biceps like mine and no arse?"

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