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“You told me you had a vasectomy.”
“I did!”
“How the hell am I supposed to believe that when I’mpregnant, Orlie?”
This feels like déjà vu in many ways. I can’t go back there. Not to the person I was, the drippy embarrassing excuse for a man.
I won’t be fooled again.
“You don’t possibly mean to suggest that I lied to you just so I could –“
Kira throws her hands up. “What other explanation could there possibly be?”
I snort with disdainful laughter. “You’ve got to be kidding, right?”
“No, enlighten me!”
“You –” I struggle to cling to the right train of thought to deliver the news that Kira Solace must already know. “You’ve been – It’s not mine!”
Kira staggers back. “Are you suggesting I –”
“No need to suggest. It’s clearly not –“ I can still taste her on my lips. It makes me gag. “It’s not mine. Can’t be.”
Her tear-filled eyes break. Guilt, doubtlessly. “How could you even suggest – ”
“Come on, Kira. You’re a beautiful girl. It doesn’t surprise me that…” I shake my head. “I won’t be responsible for another man’s child.”
“Orlie, it’s not –”
“I think I’m done with this conversation.”
I start to turn out of the room. It’s Kira’s turn to intercept. She slams her hand against the door, nudging herself in the way. “You don’t understand, I didn’t with anyone else. I promise. I promise.”
“Well, I promise I had a vasectomy. Do you believe me?”
Her eyes tremble in mine.
“One of us is a liar here, Kira. And I know it’s not me.”
Jaw hanging open, a pathetic gasp comes from her mouth. I’d almost feel bad for her if she wasn’t trying to make me responsible for a child she knows isn’t mine.
I’ve been here before. The money and lifestyle look shiny. Security makes people do stupid things. Kira Solace isn’t that stupid, though, is she?
Maybe I’ve misjudged her.
“Please get out of my way, Kira. I have work to do.”
Kira slides out of the way of the door, her brown eyes practically catatonic as she takes in the information her stupid trick hasn’t worked.
The second I get my hand on the door handle, I bolt as fast as I can up to the executive floor. I lock myself in my office, have all my meetings canceled for the day, and try to regroup.
All the plans and hopes I had for the future, dashed.
That’s what I get for getting ahead of myself. I’m cursed to be constantly betrayed by women and their selfishness.
Work is the only thing that will always be there. That’s what my life was always meant to be about.
So be it. Work isn’t complicated. Work doesn’t make you sleep on the couch at night. Work doesn’t make you wonder if it loves you.
