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I wanted to ask her what happened, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. So, instead, I pulled her into a kiss, which turned into another round of sex and orgasms.
“Holy shit,” Sienna breathes, snapping me from my thoughts. “You really do have feelings for this woman.”
“I do,” I tell her. “And when I find her, I’m going to make her mine.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
ELLIE
“I’m going to tell him.”
“What?” Raelyn asks, confusion marring her features. “Tell who what?”
I’ve just gotten off the phone with my sister, and I’m in shock. “Lincoln. He’s looking for me...well, the woman from Valentine’s Day. Remember how I told you he asked for my number, wanting to see me again?” She nods. “He’s been looking for her—me. I’m going to tell him I’m her.”
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night since I walked out the door, which was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. But I did it. Because despite Lincoln saying he wanted more, I was scared that once he knew it was me, it would ruin everything. And since that night was without a doubt the best night of my life, I couldn’t risk it.
But now, knowing he’s been searching for me at the club for weeks, it’s worth the risk if it means I can be with him again.
“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Raelyn says. “You snuck into a sex club, pretending to be your sister. Convinced Lincoln to have anonymous sex with you. The same guy who you saidwould never give you the time of day because he’s older and your sister’s brother-in-law. And you’re planning to waltz in there and tell him you’re the one he fucked seven ways to Sunday and is obsessing over and you think he’s just going to be like, ‘Cool, marry me?’ Sure, Ellie, let me know how that goes.”
“Well, when you put it likethat, it sounds bad.” I glare at her, ignoring the fact that she might be right.Okay, is probably right.“But you weren’t there,” I argue. “In the room where he made love to me over and over again, worshipping me. Making sure my needs were met and I was satisfied. And you didn’t hear him over the phone. He thinks I’m the one.”
“He doesn’t thinkyou’rethe one,” Raelyn says. “He thinks the woman he spent the night with is the one.”
“Which is me,” I counter. “I didn’t lie about anything. We talked and danced and then went into that room and had sex multiple times, and in between the sex, we talked some more. I might’ve been vague, but I never lied. I need to tell him. It’s like fate.”
Raelyn shakes her head. “I think you’re making a big mistake, but you know I’ll support you regardless.”
I pull her into a hug. “Thank you. I’m going to book a flight. My sister and her husband are taking the kids to Disney for spring break before she gets too pregnant. It’ll be the perfect time to go there and talk to Lincoln without them around.”
“Do it after practice,” she says. “We need to go, or we’ll be late.”
I glance at the clock and see that she’s right. Even though it’s Sunday, we’re meeting with our group to go over our routine for the end-of-the-year showcase. With all of us being busy with our final year of classes, we practice several evenings during the week and on Sundays. This showcase is a big deal for many students looking to begin their careers post-college. Since myplan has always been to teach dance with my sister, the showcase is simply my final grade in order to graduate.
“Alright, from the top.”
The music starts, and we all move into position. We’ve been at this for hours, and I’m sweaty, thirsty, and have a splitting headache, but since nobody else is complaining, I keep my mouth shut.
We go through it once more before Miguel suggests we break into smaller groups to go over the transitions. Because the last part of the routine had me on the floor, I stand, but when a bout of nausea hits me, I find myself sitting back down.
“Ellie, are you okay?” Raelyn asks, handing me my jug of water as everyone stops and watches to make sure I’m good.
“Yeah, I think I’m just thirsty.” I take a large sip of water and then go to stand again, but when I do, blackness shrouds my vision and I wobble on my feet.
Something’s wrong. I don’t know what, but I can feel it.
My body is weak, my bones and muscles feel like Jell-O.
I try to open my eyes, but everything is swirling around me, as if the room is spinning. And then everything goes black.
“You have an iron deficiency,”the doctor says, “which has led to pregnancy anemia.”
I eye him in confusion, wondering what the hell he’s talking about. “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?” Because I’m pretty sure he has the wrong patient being that in order to have pregnancy anemia, the person would actually have to bepregnant.
His brows furrow. “According to the blood work, you have a severe iron deficiency which has caused pregnancy anemia. Luckily, we’ve caught it quickly. But I noticed you didn’t put down who your obstetrician is, so we’ll need to...”
He glances up at me and must see the shock in my features, because his eyes go wide. “You didn’t know you were pregnant, did you?”
