“I have a smell?” He laughs, looking shocked. “What is my smell?”
“Exhaust and arrogance.”
He laughs before he leans into me again.
“I just wanted to see you. I know it’s fucked up and I shouldn’t have. I’m not being fair to you.”
“You can come and see me whenever you want.” He smiles at me, turning my hips again so I’m facing the mirror and a mischievous smirk spreading on his face. “But since you’re being unfair, I think I can be too.”
I swallow hard and look back at him in the mirror again. “What’s that?”
“Lift your shirt up.”
“What?”
“Come on…” He whines in my ear.
“You do have some sort of pregnancy kink.”
“Nope, or at least, never have, before you.” He leans into me again as his lip brush against the crook of my neck and I swallow, wishing I could stop the growing need that I already feel for him. The images of him doing this after we fucked last floats around in my head.
“If this is how you are now, I’m not sure if you would have been able to handle it being yours.” It comes out of my mouth before I even think about it as he’s lifting my shirt up to find the barely there bump. His hand grazing it.
I hear a low hiss in my ear before I look up to see him staring at me, his hand still lingering on my belly.
“Oh, you don’t even know how I would be.”
“You’re right, I don’t. How would you be?” My imagination won’t let me give this one up just yet.
His eyes still staring at me with such intensity that I can’t look away. He lets my shirt fall back down, smoothing it into place. “I’m not exactly sure.” He admits. “But I know that if you were pregnant with my baby, there’s no fucking way in hell you’d be in a bathroom with another man right now.” He turns around, walking back towards the door, pausing at it to sigh before he pulls it open and leaves the room.
I’m mortified when I leave the room. I see the hostess from earlier, wide-eyed, and mouth agape.
“Fuck.” I mutter to myself, looking down. “Look, it was—”
“You don’t have to say a word to me. I saw nothing.” She smirks at me and she continues to walk past me, she our arm touch I hear her whisper to me. “Your husband’s a dick. Your secret is safe with me.”
“It wasn’t…” I plead as she continues by, turning around and watching her walk down the hall. She says nothing and I chuckle to myself as she motions with her hands as a zipper for her mouth and pretends to throw away the key.
?
When I walk through the door of the shop, I see everyone standing and staring at me, their eyes wider than anyone wants to see a group of people staring at them as soon as they walk into the room.
“What is it?”
They look around at one another, as if trying to contemplate which one is going to tell me what’s happening. As if they’re all trying to tell one another that it will not be them. That means whatever is happening will not be good.
“Z…” Axe trails as he steps into the front from the hallway, looking at me and nodding back towards the hallway. I follow him down the hallways towards the office.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“It’s not good.” He whispers, looking back as Ella pokes her head out of the office and sees me. She holds up her finger over to lips to tell me to be quiet as she starts over to us.
“It’s not good, as in I’m going to be a little upset? Or it’s no good as in I’m going to fucking murder someone?”
The look on her face answers my question.
“Z, calm down.” Ella says as she stands in front of me. “You don’t need to scare her anymore than she already is.”
