I immediately jumped to conclusions because I was freaking out.
I need to focus on work.
I need to stop thinking about her and how I may be a goddamn father.
I need her in my arms and to know she’s okay while wringing her stupid pretty neck and finding out once and for all if my child is growing inside her.
Instead, an hour later, I ring Dereck, and we head to the club.Terrance and I pick him up on the way.
“Hey, man,” Dereck says, climbing into the back of the black Maybach.“Damon is meeting us there.”
“Nice.How’s your day been?”I ask, grateful to focus on anything else but Courtney.
Which is a lie.
I still am.
“Wonder if Colt will be there?”I say mindlessly, unsure what the protocol is now that he’s engaged to Riley.And if he is there, would he sit and chat while some blonde slides my dick down her throat like the good old days?
Do I want that?
“Busy as hell right now.I’m ready for a beer and blowjob.”
I smile, glancing out the window, then a thought occurs to me.
“What happened with Courtney’s friend after the gala?Did you take her home?Kylie, the model?”
Christ, if he’s involved with her, that could complicate things after my case is done with Court.
God, what if she is fucking pregnant?
Stop thinking about it.
Fuck sakes.I was supposed to be distracting myself.Not going over and over the possibility of becoming a single father.Wouldn’t that be ironic?All my life I’ve worried that I’d fall for a woman who just wanted me for my money, like that snake Sandy, when all along it was my sperm that was at stake.
I’m to blame.
I should have used a condom.
To be fair, neither event was planned, but where was my restraint?More to the point, where was my brain?Christ, Sebastian would have a field day if he found out what was happening after warning me.
“Yeah, Kylie Spencer.I escorted her home like a sixteenth-century idiot.”Dereck rubs the side of his cheek as I chuckle.
“Sheletme kiss her and then closed the door in my face.”
“Come on,” I laugh, not believing him.The guy is seriously rich, handsome as fuck, and has a yacht.Those three things get him almost any woman he wants.
Kylie fits into thealmostcategory, clearly.
“Did you tell her about the yacht?”
“I don’t use my assets to get laid.My cock is ten inches long.”
Even Terrance laughs.
“Come on,” I say again, as I flick Colt a message, asking if he’s working from the club.It’s just after six, and he shared that he’s been working from his Manhattan office more often.
“She’s a supermodel, and I think she is looking for something serious.”Dereck gives me that look.“I got the vibe, you know the one.”
