All I want is a place to call home.A loving man who loves me and won’t hurt me.Yes, I’d love to have a baby.Knowing I can’t has been heartbreaking.
I pull the covers over my head and let more tears flow.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
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Technically—ethically—Ineed to do as my client asks, which is to replace myself with a new attorney.But why start following the law now?
I’ve already crossed the line, and if Courtney wanted to, she could report me.After she left my office, I couldn’t focus, but one thing I knew for sure: I didn’t want anyone else stepping into my shoes.
I don’t think she really wants that either.
Maybe you should have used a condom!
You would be more believable if I wasn’t the second man you’d fucked since leaving your husband.
We both said things we didn’t mean that afternoon.Even if we did mean them, we didn’t mean to hurt one another.I can’t get her pained, tear-stained face out of my mind.
I feel like a caged tiger.
I added to her upset and stress.Adam Blackmore is a piece of shit.I don’t like liars and bullies, nor men who put their hands on women.I want to destroy that asshole and make sure Courtney gets what she’s legally entitled to.
Then we can walk away from one another.
Sure, if she’s not carrying my goddamn baby!
It’s been four days since I last saw her and I can’t stop wondering if she has done a test.
I owe her an apology, either way.I panicked.The thought of settling down, being manipulated or trapped by a woman has been highly triggering after what happened to Jack.That means I should have fucking used a condom or walked away.Half of this problem is mine.
We have yet to get confirmation that the photo is fake, but the initial response is yes, very likely it’s not real.Did Blackmore think he would get away with it?What a fucking idiot.
As am I.
