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"Maybe not, but you looked stressed, baby. I can make that all go away," she murmured. I stepped away.
“You’re pregnant, right?”
She looked at me, her beautiful features twisting in confusion. “Yeah, but pregnant women have sex all the time. I don’t see what the problem—”
“How far along are you?” I asked. She chuckled in disbelief.
“Shea, I don’t see why that matters right now—”
“How far along are you, Kayla?” I repeated, my voice firm. She pursed her lips together and exhaled deeply.
“Let’s just say I found out a couple of weeks after you left.”
“So then you should know how far along you are. How long is that?”
“I don’t know, like three and a half months?”
I shook my head. This woman was full of shit, but I’d play along. “Three and a half months, huh?” I mused, stroking my chin.
“Yes. We can make an appointment with the doctor as soon as we get back home. Anything you want,” she said, her eyes searching my face for confirmation.
“Yeah, I need you to take this to confirm, and then we’ll worry about dates later,” I stated, holding up the pregnancy test.
Her eyes widened in surprise before quickly morphing into anger as she jumped to her feet. "Are you fucking serious right now?" she screamed.
"As a heart attack.” I shook the box. "You want me to consider a relationship or go back to Virginia with you, then I need confirmation."
She folded her arms across her chest, a frown settling on her full lips. Once upon a time I used to be so turned on by the woman in front of me. Her nipples were visible through the sheer material of her bra, usually enticing me to suck them on a normal day, but not now. Her curves always made me want to bury myself deep inside her, especially when she was only wearing a thong. The thought of her full lips around my cock was enough to make me hard, but not anymore. She had no effect on me anymore and I think it was becoming harder for her to accept.
"What, you don't trust me?" she asked, her voice dripping with accusation. I rolled my eyes.
"No, I don't. My sister told me a couple of inconsistencies earlier, but to see you go through a bottle of wine by yourself at lunch the other day, I started to have my own doubts." I tossed the box on the bed she stood next to. "If you want to prove you've changed and want to show me you want to work on us, then take that test and confirm your pregnancy."
"And if I don't?"
"Then you're a liar and I'm out of here," I stated firmly. She stared at me for a long while, her nostrils flaring in anger. "So are you going to take it or not?"
She flopped down on the bed with a loud huff. "I'm not pregnant. Is that what you want to fucking hear?" she spat.
"So what, was this a ploy to try to win me back or to piss off Ashton?" I asked, leaning against the dresser.
She cut her eyes at me and looked away. "Imagine how it feels to know that the man you're trying to win back has a female roommate. And then to see how you treated her and came to her defense as if I mean nothing to you, as if we don't have history."
"Kayla, you're complaining about shit that happened as a result of your decision.”
“Yeah, and I’m trying to change that, but you’re not giving me a chance,” she spat.
I looked at her for a long moment. “What’s the real reason you’re here, Kayla? It’s not just because you want me back. Hell, you probably don’t even really want me back, but you’re trying hard because of something else. So what is it? What do you want from me?” I asked her.
She snorted and shook her head. “Why can’t I just miss you?”
“It took you a month after we broke up to realize you missed me? Nah, it’s more than that.” I folded my arms across my chest and tilted my head.
She threw her hands up in the air. “Fuck it, you want to know the truth? I’m trying to repair my reputation. Apparently women can’t reject proposals without being made out to look like a bitch. And then your family spreading fucking lies about me to the news and shit—”
“Spreading what lies?”
“About how I dumped you because you were poor—”
