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“Okay, we’ll…wait, what? You want me to stay here so you can watch me?” He’s worried about the baby…already. He’s not asking me to come back because he misses me or wants me here. He thinks I’m already pregnant and wants to make sure I don’t do anything to stress out his baby. I have no idea why he brought me here in the first place but it’s not really important now. Now, I have bigger things to worry about and I have to find a way to put space between me and Murphy.
“And then what?”
“And then…if you are we’ll take care of it. No stress though because that's bad for the baby if you are pregnant.”
His words prove my point perfectly. And break my already broken heart just a little.
“And if I’m not, we go back to how things are.” To prove my point, I stand up so I’m no longer in his lap and take a step back. “I’ll find a place to live and go back to…”
“A place I find for you so I can be sure you will be alright.” He interrupts me to put his two cents in causing me to huff.
“Whatever.” I am perfectly capable of finding a place all by myself. Hell, I could even go back to…
“Two weeks. You stay with me for two weeks.” He holds his hand out for me to shake.
I take his hand even though it breaks my heart to do so, to realize all of this is because he worries there’s a baby. But what really guts me is the memory of him bringing another woman here. It’s that pain that goads me into speaking up.
“No other women until we find out.”
His brows rise but all he says is a stipulation of his own, “No other men.”
“Deal.” Like there has ever been anyone but him. I wasn’t the one having someone crawl over me in my room. He might say he was a virgin but that doesn’t mean he is as innocent as he is trying to pretend to be, as innocent as I was.
We shake and I move away from him so I can go back to the room I moved out of just weeks ago. He doesn’t let my hand go and instead keeps it engulfed in his much larger one. “Where are you going?”
“To the bedroom.”
“Sweetheart, you’re not wearing pants…or panties. There is no way in hell I am letting you go out there when my mom might still be here. Or worse, Dillion.”
“Oh my God!” I pull the tank down, but it does no good, all it does is take material away from my boobs. My eyes start looking for the panties I was wearing when I got here but can’t find them without moving around the room. “Shit, shit, shit!”
I finally catch them peeking out from underneath the bed.
“When did I even take them off? I don’t remember them…” I hold them up only to find the answers I was looking for. I wasn’t the one who took them off. Murphy apparently felt the need to get them out of the way, so he ripped them off me. I look up to find him giving me a little apologetic smirk before his eyes drop lower.
I grab the sheet and jerk it from the bed wrapping it around myself until I can find something better.
“Do you want me to find you something to wear, sweetheart?”
I run my gaze over the room but can’t find a way out of this without help from him since I don’t have any other clothes here at the moment. “I…yes, please.”
He goes to his dresser and pulls out an oversized shirt that is baggy on him. When he holds it out for me, I take it and wiggle into it the best I can. It goes below my knees with the sleeves drooping off my shoulders. But it covers a hell of a lot more than my tank top does so I’m thankful for it.
Before I can open my mouth to ask what we do now, someone is coming back through the front door. “Murph…you home, man?”
I close my eyes and feel my temples start to pound when I recognize the voice… Dillion. Murphy is out of the room before I even open my eyes again. This time he’s the one with the sheet wrapped around him.
“Murphy? What the hell’s going on? Why are you fucking naked in the middle of the day? Oh my God! Did you have sex? Do you have a lady over?”
Oh God! Without thinking, I pop out before I can hear Dillon start going through the many names that might be the lucky lady. Or something equally heartbreaking can be said. Dillion stops talking and looks from me to Murphy -a few times- before an angry look crosses his face.
“What the hell’s going on, Murphy?”
I look over at Murphy who also looks equally pissed. Things are being said in the room but I’m not understanding them because it’s all in some hidden code you apparently have to have a penis to understand.
“Dillion…” I start but don’t get any further because all hell breaks loose.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you son of a bitch? Did you just fuck our friend? Like she’s nothing but a cheap college whore?”
