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“I’m late.”
“How late?”
“Four weeks.”
Jumping from the chair, Jess grabbed her purse before yanking me out of my chair. “Fuck the pharmacy. We’re going straight to the clinic.”
“But I don’t want to see a doctor.”
“You want to get King’s hopes up that you are possibly pregnant because you peed on a stick, or do you want to hand him solid proof before you change the man’s life forever?”
“Those sticks are accurate, Jess,” I complained, as she dragged me from my shop.
“So is blood.”
An hour later, I sat nervously in the Rosewood Clinic, waiting for my results. I never thought I’d be in this position. I mean, I knew sex led to babies, but that pertinent fact never entered my brain because I was drunk on dick. God help me, just thinking about his amazing fuck stick had my girlie parts aching with need and ready to sing the chorus of Hallelujah. Since that first night, all I could think about was his cock. I wanted it all the time. Needed it like I needed air.
Sighing, I shook my head.
How the fuck did I end up here? How did my life no longer belong to me? One minute I was living my best life and the next it was all about King. The bane of my existence with his delicious schlong that I want to jump on and ride off into the sunset on. No man was that fucking good. Okay, he was, but that was neither here nor there.
“You hopped on the King parade and rode him for all he was worth,” Jess chuckled. “Told ya, honey, biker dick is addictive. Trust me. Just being in the same room with Savage gets my pussy quivering and before I know it, I’m pregnant again.”
“But you’re married Jess. I’m not.”
“Wasn’t married when I learned I was pregnant with Shane either. Look Bailey, if you are pregnant, there is no fucking rule that states you must marry King. This isn’t the 1950’s honey. All it means is that you are going to have a baby, and he is the father.”
“Do you think King will be okay staying as we are?”
“Fuck no,” Jess laughed. “If you are pregnant, my uncle will have your ass in front of a preacher before you can blink. The Montclair men are funny about what belongs to them and such.”
The door crashed open, making both of us jump.
And there he was.
The bane of my existence. The fucknut of all my problems. The man with the golden schlong, looking like sex on a stick and ready to fuck.
Fuck me, did I just drool?
Rat bastard. Of course, I did. Deny me some fun on his slip-n-slide and my brain turns to pooh. Shaking my head, I glare at the dick denying douche canoe. After days of ghosting me, now he cares what I’m doing? He’s got to be joking!
What happened? Did all that built up sperm go Sparta on his ass!
Huffing, I crossed my arms over my chest and sneered. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Is it true?”
“That you are a fucking delusional, idiot. Yes.”
His face hardened. “Not fucking around here, cupcake. Tell me.”
Sighing, I relaxed. “I’m waiting for the results.”
And just like that, all my energy fled. I wasn’t in the mood to fight.
“And you didn’t call me?”
Why didn’t I call him? Did he hit his head on the way down the mountain? Motherfucker was ghosting me!
