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“Little dove, I would not have an issue with you coming to tell me that you’re pregnant.”
My chin drops at the confident way he says it before glancing up at Mav.
“Christ, Julian.”
“I’m not saying I want it or anything. Our lives are beyond fucked up right now. But also, I wouldn’t be angry or anything like I would be if it were someone else.
“I want it all with you, Dove,” he says, squeezing my hand harder. “Every-fucking-thing.”
I swallow thickly, hating the massive ball of emotion that clogs my throat.
I want to tell him that he can have everything, but the reality is that he can’t. Not with me.
There will never be the pitter-patter of tiny feet if he chooses me.
I hadn’t thought about it before this moment. Mav was never bothered about the fact I couldn’t conceive, and I guess I just assumed that Reid and JD would feel the same.
But what if they don’t?
What if they have deep desires to be fathers?
What if it’s going to be a deal breaker for them?
“Julian, I can’t?—”
“Food,” Reid says, kicking the door wide and stepping inside with arms full of plates stacked with sandwiches and chips. “What?” he asks, sensing the atmosphere in the room. “Did you find something?”
“No, we’ve barely watched any,” Mav explains.
“Fucking knew you lot couldn’t be trusted alone,” Reid teases. “I guess I should just be grateful you’re not screwing on my desk.”
“Give us time,” Mav says jokingly, although the look he shoots me tells a very different story.
“My office… my desk… off-limits,” he barks, moving closer and smoothly laying everything out after JD clears the paper away.
“Boring,” I mutter.
“Oh, it’s not off-limits to you, Pet. One day in the not-too-distant future, I have every intention of laying you out over it and watching you play with that pretty cunt while I work. And if you’re a good girl and do what I say, I might just reward you by bending you over it after.”
My thighs clench as the image he paints develops in my head.
“Jesus,” JD grunts, tugging at his sweatpants, clearly picturing the exact same thing I am. “You can’t ban us when you make it sound so good.”
“Watch me. Now,” he says, dropping into his throne. “Shall we continue?”
“Would love to, we ended it on a right cliffhanger,” JD deadpans.
I let out a sigh as I accept a plate from Mav and settle in for more of the same.
A few more hours pass of nothing but the same fuzzy, mostly boring footage of drunken assholes perving on girls who are forced to dance and pander to their every need and wish.
It’s gross.
Of course, we have no idea if all of them are there against their will. Some might have chosen that lifestyle. But something uncomfortable sits heavy in my stomach, telling me that it’s not the case.
The guys have identified two of the women. This place, wherever it is, is corrupt as fuck. I’d put everything I have on it.
We’re on what is probably our sixth cup of coffee of the day when the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
