Page 36 of Naughty Festivities


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All the blood rushed from his face to his thundering heart.

“Bullshit!” he snapped.

“Are you kidding me!?” Cindy cried. “You fucked me with no rubber.”

“You said you were on birth control. And it’s been well over a month,” Jack replied firmly.

Not to mention the fact she lowered herself down on him faster than Black Friday shoppers in a bridal store.

“I was. Well, I thought I was,” she said, tripping over her words.

Fucking hell.

“Were you? Or weren’t you?” he growled.

“No.”

That bitch.

“So, you lied to me? For fucks sake, Cindy,” Jack cried, running his hand through his hair as he paced the office. “Did you plan this? And who else have you been fucking? You can’t know it’s mine.”

“Asshole.”

“Watch your mouth. I’m still your boss and a senator,” he ground out.

“And I’m still pregnant,” she snapped. “Call me when you are ready to acknowledge that.”

Then she fucking hung up.

Jack dropped the phone on the table near him and, covering his face with his hands, let out a low cry.

What the fuck was he going to do? This was the worst possible outcome.

She fucking lied about birth control.

Jesus fucking Christ.

This was bad. Really bad.

Both of them had breached the rules of their employment. And the law.

Was the baby his?

Jack shook his head slowly for a long moment. Something smelled fishy. Or maybe he just didn’t want to admit his world could come crashing down around him over one moment of weakness.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Cindy was right about one thing; he wasn’t ready to acknowledge this, and he still thought it was bullshit.

He messaged Abe to say he was ready to leave and then said his farewells, claiming a work situation, and headed back to his apartment.

Where he planned to drink at least two glasses of whisky.

Make that four.


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