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“What’s wrong?”
“It hurts.”
“What…me?”
“No.” I could barely look at him as I eased from the bed and headed to the full-length mirror at the side of the room. My breasts had hurt before, but never like this. They appeared larger, and so firm they were as hard as a rock to the touch. Surely, one time hadn’t really…But there was the second time, which didn’t end with his release inside me, but that didn’t mean…
A million thoughts went through my head as I stared at myself. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I was supposed to start, wasn’t I?
“Fay, I don’t know what’s going on if you don’t tell me.”
I studied my body, somehow seeing it for the first time. Was this really happening? Was I reading too much into the situation? “Do we have a calendar?”
Aimon’s suddenly dressed reflection had me realizing how nude I still was. My lips pressed into each other as I walked over, grabbing the nightgown to pull back over my head. “Fay, can you at least explain what hurts?”
“My.” My hands lifted, only to stop to hover over my breasts. “These. I don’t think it’s normal. They’re different. I…Do we have a calendar in here?”
Aimon’s lips parted, but he stopped, turning to head for the phone. Whatever he was thinking, or wanted to say, he kept it in. There’d been a moment of caution, yet something else entirely.
I shook my head. I was overthinking this. All of it. And that wasn’t new for me. I overthought everything. I wasn’t pregnant. There was no way.
“Thomas, yeah, hey, can you pull up the calendar? I need you to calculate something for me.” Aimon paused, his expression unreadable. “What do I tell him?”
My face had to have turned beet red. “Tell him to go online and find a pregnancy calculator. To put in the date for the fourteenth of last month.”
Moments passed before Aimon addressed something by a sound. “What’s the length of your cycle?”
“Twenty-six, twenty-seven days? It changes some months.”
Aimon repeated my numbers, almost immediately hanging up the phone.
“Well, what did he say?”
There it was again. That damn look as green eyes penetrated into mine. Had I thought Aimon was big before? I’d never felt smaller as he came forward to tower over me.
“He said get some sleep. Parker will see you in the morning.”
Chapter 12
Aimon
It was nothing. Thomas and Parker probably took her for an exam, and then they stopped at the library. I had no reason to worry. She probably wasn’t even pregnant. What were the chances two complete strangers conceived after two times? Two damn times? And technically only once. Sure, it happened, but it wasn’t as common as some thought. So, where was Fay?
My fingers pushed through my hair as I paced the length of the room. Hours had passed since I started walking. Breakfast. Lunch. Back and forth I went, trying to wrap my mind around what was going on. Calling didn’t help. No one answered. I wasn’t of importance anymore, Fay was. And I was okay with that. Something obviously was going on, but surely not something so grave that she’d have to stay at the hospital. Is that where she was? Had they taken her in and discovered something worse?
I’ll be damned if I wasn’t back on that scenario. I’d been through everything imaginable throughout the day. And as the hours melted away, so did a part of my sanity. Every second that I pictured Fayette in trouble, the more worried and attached I became. I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t control it either. I had to calm down and stop this. Fayette wasn’t mine. She never would be now that she was the Carmelo heir. My grandfather…that son of a bitch. Even if Fay never had my child, I knew she’d remain in the position she currently held. George was Charles’s best friend. Fay was more obedient than me. She’d do as my grandfather ordered. She could be molded to fit his agenda, even after death.
My body jolted to a stop. Would he marry her to give her our name? What about the heir? What if she wasn’t pregnant? Would he keep me trapped here and implant her with my sperm? No one would ever know it wasn’t Charles’s. It could work in their favor. Weirder shit had happened.
Noooo. I was losing my mind. That was just absurd.
I moved to the window, staring out into the darkness. It had to be seven or eight by now. Where the hell was everyone?
At the door opening, I spun around expecting to see Fayette. I was wrong.
“Thomas, thank God. Where is she? What’s happened?” He walked in with a guard I’d never seen before. The look on his face had me slowing. “Talk, dammit. Where’s Fay?”
“She’s resting.”
