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She spreads her legs, showing me her pussy. At one time, her actions would have had me hard and ready. No longer.

“I’m afraid we’re not,” she says.

I look away. “I’m afraid we are. And if we weren’t, you’d be headed for a nasty-ass punishment for defying me like that.”

In my peripheral vision, I see her get onto all fours, crawl on the bed, stick her ass in the air.

“Punish me, Ronan. Please. I need it. I need you.”

“I ought to turn you over my knee and spank that ass until it bleeds.”

She bites her lip, fingering one nipple. “Yes… Please.”

“No.”

I’m not into that, never have been. I don’t make women bleed. And the fact that she looks so turned on freaks me out. I only said it as a last-ditch attempt to make her leave willingly. But now, I’ll have to force her out.

“You’re going to go, Keira. Or I will have you removed.”

“Removed by whom?”

“Hotel security. Or if they fail, the NYPD. Right now you’re trespassing.”

“How do you think I got into this room?”

“The same way you got in the first time. I figured you were on a plane, so I didn’t bother telling hotel security about you. But I’ll be telling them now, for sure.”

She reaches toward me. “Ronan, you don’t understand.”

“I’m afraid I do.”

“No you don’t,” she insists. “I’m pregnant. I’m going to have your baby.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Mary

At first I tell the cabbie to take me back to the building where the club is located, but halfway there, I change my mind and tell him to take me home.

I walk into my apartment, take a shower, put on some jammies.

The woman in Ronan’s suite was gorgeous—blond hair, blue eyes, and thin like a supermodel. Ronan’s ex? How have we never talked about that? How didn’t I know?

Easy. I haven’t known Ronan for very long. Why would he bring up an ex? I haven’t, either.

The ex said she needed to talk to Ronan. What about? She probably wants to get back together. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be with him?

I should have talked to him sooner about what I’m feeling. Now, it’s too late.

I’m heartbroken. Or am I? I’ve experienced heartbreak before, but this…

This is so much worse.

I feel…empty.

An empty shell.

I go to bed.

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