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My body hummed, remembering the way he’d taken me. He’d definitely taken the edge off from the Gustov incident.
But everything had come back in full force the moment I’d decided to arrange today’s meeting with the King brothers. I had no doubt being in a room with Sam would play havoc with my already messed-up body.
Maybe I deserved this for drawing him and his brothers into my plans.
Technically, they’dfalleninto the plans. If Sam hadn’t owned the company I’d competed with to buy up all the debts behind the Circle of Ten, then the Kings wouldn’t be anywhere near this mission.
Outside of Shah and being pieces of shit as a whole, I couldn’t understand what the Circle could have done to any of the Kings to make the Kings go after them.
But if I asked, then I would have to divulge the same information.
Better Sam and I lived on opposite sides of this unsaid line he set in the sand.
Be his in the open, or it would be as I’d initially set the rules: fuck and walk away.
Maybe, if he’d pushed sooner before I’d gone down this road, I’d have altered my plans.
I couldn’t lie to myself. Killing Ashok Shah had sat top on my priority list from the moment I’d fallen for Sam. I’d known very few people who could get away with eliminating assholes while leaving no trace, and I was one of them.
Too late to think of what-ifs. In life, going backward helped no one.
Sighing, I pulled the towel from my hair, laid it across a drying rack, and approached the mirror above the double sink.
Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat as I stared at my reflection. Leaning forward, I studied my body.
Were my boobs bigger? Not just bigger, huge.
What the hell— No, that wasn’t possible.
I’d noticed my dresses feeling tight in the chest but assumed I needed to cut down on eating whole cakes and reduce the number of desserts I ate with Danika when she indulged her pregnancy cravings.
But that couldn’t explain the constant tenderness or extra sensitivity in my breasts.
A pressure built in my chest, unlike anything I had ever felt. I braced my arms on the counter, closing my eyes for a brief moment.
Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.
Not now. Not ever. I’d accepted it wasn’t a scenario for my future.
This couldn’t be happening, especially with all the shit going on in my life, with the plans I’d just affirmed.
I had no problem risking myself for an assignment, but now…
My fingers tightened on the counter as my knees grew weak.
No. I was jumping the gun. It could still be the flu or mother nature fucking with my cycle. I was religious about staying on the maintenance schedule for my birth control. The failure rate for the shot sat in the range of less than one percent.
Plus, I rarely had a period with this contraceptive, just spotting.
Which I’d had.
Nothing was true until I took a test to confirm my suspicions.
A tear slipped down my cheek.
Who was I kidding?
I knew my body. I knew the truth. No matter how much I wanted to pretend otherwise, all my symptoms pointed to one conclusion: it wasn’t a cold.
