Lights from cabs and vehicles that look like tiny dots from this height move along the streets of Manhattan.I can barely make out people heading out to bars, clubs, restaurants, and shows.
Everyone living their lives; falling in love, breaking apart, making me rich because of it.
You’d look beautiful pregnant...
Why did I say that?
It’s true.Courtney would look beautiful in a trash bag, but never in all my life have I imagined a woman swollen with my child and thought what a beautiful sight it would be.
Until last night.
Sitting naked in my penthouse as I sent message after message, wishing she were there.Slowly stroking my cock, aroused by the image of her pregnant on her back with legs spread.
I can’t stop thinking about it.
Anyone else, that image would be a goddamn horror.
Drew joined me at the window, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“You like her?”
“No.”I shake my head.
“Of all of us, you’re the most cutthroat, Zander.I don’t believe for a second you’re confused about this,” Drew says.
I glare at him.
“Courtney Blackmore, right?”
“Yes.”I stride over to the glass of whisky, deciding my liver can deal with a little more.“She set me up.”
It’s a lie, but I can’t admit my feelings out loud.I want him to tell me to sort it out and be that cutthroat lawyer I am.To kick me up the ass and snap me out of this haze.
“Hole in the condom?That’s not what you said.You told meyouforgot?”
I grind my teeth.
Having smart friends is a pain in the neck!
“I didn’t forget, I just didn’t want to.You’ve seen photos, she’s fucking gorgeous,” I confess.“I was also relying on her taking the Plan B pill the next day.As she had the first time.”
“So, this wasn’t a one-off.”
Crap.
“The point is..”
“The point is, you’ve fucked many beautiful women.This year alone.”
Fair point.
But I’m not one to let an argument go.
“Not like this.Not like her.”
“So, you do like her.”
“It’s lust.”
