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“You are, but he had his calls redirected to my phone. He’s incommunicado as they say and even I can’t reach him.”
“What about Sam?”
“Is everything alright, honey, you can ask me anything?”
She breaks off and I hear her giggle and a man’s voice say sleepily, “Who is it? Come back to bed.”
She says quickly, “Um, sorry, Holly, this isn’t a good time. I’ll call you tomorrow, sleep well.”
She cuts the call and I feel so frustrated, I toss the phone across the room in a fit of rage.
Regretting that almost immediately, I run after it and catch my foot on the table and fall to the ground with a squeal. The pain shoots through my ankle as I curse, and the tears fall when I realize I’ve probably sprained it.
In the end, I just lie where I am and wait for the pain to subside and the tears that are never far away fall as I realize all of my options have gone. This is it - my life.
By the time I drag myself to bed, my foot is throbbing, my head hurts and I feel sick and despite having been served an amazing meal by the silent waiter, I couldn’t eat a thing because my appetite appears to be a thing of the past.
The only thing left to do is to retreat to my bed, but the sight of the princess palace makes me feel even more nauseous, so I raise my middle finger to it and head toward what I think is Dexter’s room.
As soon as I step inside, I know I was right. It reeks of him. The scent of a man who even now is sending me delirious with lust. Just the smell of him that lingers is turning me on, so I head to the bed and strip off all my clothes, loving how good the silk sheets feel against my skin.
This room is like Dexter, masculine, raw and so sexy it offers an instant orgasm.
Picturing the man himself, I play with myself, imagining his mouth where my fingers are and as I bring myself to a climax, I burst into tears.
I hate myself so much and yet what the hell do I do now?
* * *
When I wakethe next day, I’m wrapped in Dexter’s sheets after having dreamed all night about the man himself. He is so inside my head it’s not even funny and as my eyes open, I feel the waves of nausea wake up with me.
I just about make it to the bathroom before I hurl into the basin and as I collapse trembling to the floor, a horrible thought occurs to me.
I’m pregnant.
The more I try to reassure myself I’m not, the more something tells me I am. Quickly, I think back over the past couple of weeks. I can’t be. I’m on the pill for Christ’s sake. Of course I’m protected.
My head is now hurting and the thought of having to deal with this too is driving me insane and once again the truth hits me like a slap in the face. I have no one to turn to.
Dexter would be mad, probably throw me out, or kill me even. I wouldn’t put that past him.
Maybe I’m wrong, I must be. I’ll take a test, grab one in my break from the CVS in the street outside. Nobody will ever know. I’ll know. It’s probably a false alarm anyway and just that lobster from the other day. Maybe Dexter has it too and is a sick as a dog. I kind of hope that’s the case.
Feeling a little more able, I quickly shower and change and head off to meet the driver, who smiles at me courteously. “Good morning, Holly.”
“Morning, Jenkins.”
As I step into the car, I say foolishly, “Um, please can you stop at the drug store, I need a few things.”
He nods. “Of course.”
Luckily, he chooses one a short distance away and I don’t need to worry that anyone sees and I am soon armed with a pregnancy test. In fact, four of them and some other supplies I need.
As soon as I head to the office, I make my first stop the restroom and as I pee on the stick, I keep everything crossed because God help me if I’m right.
A few minutes later and the evidence punches me straight in the face.
I was right.
I feel sick again but for a different reason his time.
It’s positive. I’m pregnant with Dexter Prince’s baby and he will think I planned it. To trick him, entrap him, and make him love me. How has this happened? Whoever manufactures that contraceptive pill needs to know immediately. I should sue, clean them out because I will need every penny now because there’s only one thing for it—I have to run.
