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Chapter Thirty-Eight

Thorn

Shit. What the...what the actual fuck is going on? What the hell just happened back there?

When I left - or was I thrown out of? - Raven’s house, I did what I do best: found my way to the nearest bar and proceeded to get shit-faced.

For the first couple of hours, the slutty bartender chick was all over me, and I was down for that. Drowning your sorrows is all well and good, but sinking them into a hot wet pussy is even better. The two together? Dynamite.

It’s just unfortunate that the more inebriated I got, the less she returned my sloppy winks and slurred cat calls. Fuck her. She wasn’t anything special anyway!

Only she was. She is. She’s the mother of my child. Maybe.

No, that’s not right.

Who was I fucking? What was I thinking?

The barmaid. Yeah, well, fuck her. I can go get my dick wet anywhere. Ain’t nothing special about her.

She throws me a filthy look and I think I might have just said that out loud. Whatever. It’s true.

I promptly find myself thrown out on my ass onto the pavement so I guess I said that out loud too.

“Fuckers!” I scream. They didn’t even let me finish my pint. Wait…was I drinking pints? I must have had a lot to be this wasted. Seems more likely I was drinking something harder. Without ice. I fucking hate ice. Why would I want my drink watered down?

Fuck.

I can barely hold a thought in my mind before it’s running off to play hide and seek like a fucking child.

A child…fuck...I have a child. Don’t I? Do I?

I definitely don’t want a child.

Only…well, Raven’s kid isn’t so bad…

Fuck.

I’m going to be sick.

Charlotte’s Diary

Present day

Oh my God! I can’t believe I was so stupid, so careless. I allowed myself to get caught up in the whirlwind of playing family with Rebel and it came back to bite me on my ass. Now everyone knows about Phoenix and the reactions were explosive. I don’t know if Baxter turning up, pretending to be my boyfriend and alluding to the idea that he might be Phoenix’s father, was a blessing or a curse! Speaking of Baxter; it was so good to see him again. It has definitely been too long since he last called round, and I was so happy to see him - even if his timing sucked. There was a funny moment actually, where he sort of sat me on his knee and squeezed my thigh. I think he did it to make it seem more believable that we were a couple, but it made my stomach somersault. Weird, right?

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