How would they know…
I look at my brother to see he’s looking at Belle, and she whispers, “Jackass tapped my phone.”
I look back at Crash with wide eyes while he looks at Belle with disappointment instead of apology.
“Going somewhere?” my brother asks as he looks at me, and Belle scoffs while I lie, “We were going to go for a picnic to take my mind off everything,” and Belle adds, “Why don’t you go back to the clubhouse, Crash, Nova’s waiting for you.”
Uh oh, she’s letting her jealousy cloud her judgment. Crash frowns in confusion and takes a step forward, but she turns her head making him pause and furrows his brows, no recognition coming through.
“Buttercup,” Trick says gaining our attention and I look at him, “we all know you’re not going for a picnic. I’ve read the messages between you two, and you’re not leaving.”
“You can’t stop me,” I state, “And what you did was an invasion of privacy, of Belle’s privacy who isn’t involved with the club!”
“I’m sorry,” he rasps as he looks at Belle who sneers at him. He ignores her look and gives me his attention.
I grit my teeth as he states, “Because of this stunt, instead of getting married in a month, we’re getting married today, and you’ve only got yourself to blame.”
“Damn alpha hole,” Belle mutters, and I begin to shake.
“You can’t do this!” I snap, and he sighs as he runs his hand through his pitch-black hair, exhaustion radiating from me.
“I don’t have a choice, Clark. You’re keeping the baby, meaning you’re now at more risk. I have to do what I need to so I can keep you and the baby safe,” he says softly, and I swear it feels like he’s just kicked a puppy.
He’s not marrying me because he loves me, because he always wanted me. He’s taking away my chance at finding someone who will.
Belle shakes her head at his words, while my anger doubles.
I didn’t ask for any of this. He knows this. We were drugged, we had sex that neither of us can remember, and now I’m having his baby. That doesn’t mean he should be throwing it back in my face because I haven’t terminated the pregnancy.
My anger boils over, and I shout, “I don’t even want to marry you!” meaning every word, because I don’t.
I want to marry a man who loves me wholeheartedly, and while I find Trick attractive and I’ve always gravitated towards him, he isn’t marriage material. He’s made that perfectly clear over the years.
His club and his career as a doctor, that is what he’s wanted to focus on.
Trick gives me a sorrowful look and he whispers, “I know, buttercup, but your safety, our child’s safety has to come first,” and I look away as he continues, “You’re my friend, my best friend’s little sister and I hate that I have to do this to you, I really fucking do. I hate that this has happened to us, but Ipromise, things won’t change, it’ll just be on paper, so those fuckers stay away from you. You want to date, you can date after the baby is born, we’ll continue to live as we used to.”
Wow, so not only will I be in a loveless marriage, but he’s just basically admitted he’ll be cheating as well, because in my eyes, marriage is marriage, it is sacred, and he knows that.
There is a reason why I wanted to wait until I was married to lose my virginity.
I only wanted my husband to have my body.
“You’re a jackass!” Belle snaps, “You know her views on marriage, and you’ve just torn it all up in a few sentences!”
“Belle, let's give them a minute,” my brother interjects before my friend attacks the father of my unborn child.
“No!” she snaps, “Go back to Nova!”
“Shorty…” He tries, but Belle shouts, “I said go back to Nova!” and even I flinch while my brother’s face pales.
I hear a sigh before Trick mutters, “Come on, brother, let's give them a minute to get their bearings. We’ve got to tell Chains and our parents the wedding is changed to today,” then he says, “Buttercup,” but I don’t look his way as Belle wraps her arm around me. He huffs, “You can sulk all you want, the wedding will be happening today and before you both come up with anymore bright ideas, I’ve transferred Belle’s savings into another account that I’ll give to her after we’re married. A prospect will be at each exit of the property until I come back with an officiant that can stamp our marriage licenses.”
He’s taken everything away from me.
“I hate you,” I choke out as I wrap my arms around my stomach, and Belle holds me tighter.
“Yeah,” Trick whispers, “I hate me too,” before I hear the door slam shut, and sobs come out of me as my legs give out. Belle follows me to the floor as she holds me tightly while I cry.
