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I caress her waist and move my hand down her thighs, and she inhales sharply when my fingers find their way between her legs. I grin when I realize she’s already wet.
“Me too,” she whimpers, moaning as I tease her. “I’ve thought of you every day, Carter. It was always you.”
I watch her as she gets closer and closer, this moment so fucking precious. I want things to be like this between us forever. She shatters on my fingers and I smile as she kisses me, small whimpers escaping her lips.
Emilia grins and grabs my cock, sinking down on me hard and without warning. I moan loudly, and she smiles smugly. I hold her as close as I can as she rides me, my heart overflowing with love.
Emilia rotates her hips, making me moan again, and then she smiles. This girl. She’ll drive me fucking insane.
Chapter 50
Emilia
I wake up in Carter’s bed and smile to myself as he pulls me closer, still fast asleep. I snuggle into him and sigh. I’ve been on cloud nine all week. Things have been so perfect between us, and I couldn’t be happier. I don’t even mind the sneaking around we do around the house. If anything, I find it fun and exciting. I’ve spent every single night in Carter’s bedroom, and I have a feeling Dad knows, but he’s just letting us be.
I was worried that Dad would be upset, or that he wouldn’t approve, but he hasn’t said a thing. I guess he might be waiting until we tell him ourselves, but we haven’t really talked about our future together. I told Carter that whatever was going on would be temporary, but neither one of us is acting like it will be.
I’ve only just about started to fall back asleep when my phone buzzes. I glance at it and frown when I realize it’s the local clinic’s number. I pick up, feeling anxious, my voice still sounding sleepy.
“Emilia?”
I freeze, recognizing Layla’s voice. Why did it have to be her, of all people.
“Good morning, Layla.”
I try to get up, but Carter groans and pulls me even closer. “Minx,” he murmurs, his eyes fluttering before he falls back asleep.
Layla falls silent on the phone, and for a second I actually feel bad. She clears her throat awkwardly.
“It’s about your blood tests. There was an anomaly in them,” she tells me, and my heart starts to hammer in my chest. She laughs, and the sound sends chills down my spine.
“I was wondering why Carter was so adamant that you shouldn’t ever see the physical files. He asked me to call you with the results, but he requested that I keep the paperwork from you. I didn’t think much of it, because it’s Carter, but I just had a look at your files, and something doesn’t add up.”
I feel uncomfortable and anxious. “What are you talking about?” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“Your blood type is A, but your father’s blood type is B, and your medical file states that your mother’s blood type is O.”
I blink, not quite getting it. Layla sighs loudly. “I never knew you were adopted, you know? It’s nice that you’d still consider organ donation for your adoptive father, but unfortunately, you aren’t a match.”
I sit up and push Carter away, my stomach churning. “This must be some kind of mistake,” I whisper, feeling sick.
Layla pauses. “I’ve ran all the tests twice, Emilia. Your blood types don’t match, and it’s impossible for two parents with blood type B and O to have a child with blood type A. I hate having to be the one to tell you this, but I just thought something like this shouldn’t be kept from you.”
I don’t even hear whatever else she’s saying, my mind whirling. My phone drops from my hand and I start to tremble. My dad isn’t my dad? How could that possibly be true? Does he even know? Why would he take care of me for so many years if he knew? Why would he have kept me after my mother left us?
Maybe Layla is wrong, and my mother’s blood type isn’t O. I run a hand through my hair, and Carter shifts uneasily. I glance at him as he blinks lazily, a smile on his face as he wakes up and finds me sitting here with him.
Carter frowns and sits up when he realizes something is wrong, and I take a good look at him. Could Layla be right? Has Carter known all along?
“Emilia?” he says, sitting up. The sheets fall to his waist and he leans back against the pillows. He runs a hand through his hair, confusion clouding his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I inhale deeply and wrap my arms around myself. “Is it true?” I ask. “About my dad?”
Carter glances at my phone in my hands, his eyes widening.
“What do you mean?” he asks. I see the wheels in his mind whirling, and the way he looks at me makes my heart sink. I’ve seen that look in his eyes before, but I’ve never seen it directed at me. He looks calculative and defensive, and I’ve got my answer. Betrayal washes over me, and my stomach churns violently.
“Layla called,” I whisper, and Carter’s eyes fill with resignation. He looks down, as though he can’t face me, and my heart twists painfully.
