Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“You sure? Because pulling out isn’t birth control. Tell me you’re not that stupid!”
My palms were sweating. I couldn’t be one hundred percent sure I had gotten out of her in time. We’d been caught up in the moment. She’d felt good. Too good.
“She would have told me. She was right there in front of me two weeks ago. She’d have said something.”
Levi shook his head and let out a hard laugh. “You think? Because I doubt it.”
I needed to think. Work this through. I’d go talk to her. Get a paternity test done. They could do that when she was pregnant. Right? Fuck, I didn’t know shit about pregnant women. Or babies. This was not my kid. She had dropped me so fucking fast. The fact that she could have dated me just to get close to me and allow her brother to take Aspen bothered me. I’d thought it more than once and I knew Levi had considered it. That’s why I’d lied to him before. If I had meant something to her, she wouldn’t have been able to drop me like she had. How did I know she wasn’t fucking someone else at that time?
Levi shook his head. “I’m not saying shit to anyone. You decide what to do, then go talk to Blaise. He’ll be the one to make the final call on this.”
I didn’t want to be a dad. Fuck, I was twenty-one years old, and Haisley couldn’t be trusted.
“It’s not mine.”
Levi scowled. “I fucking hope not.”
“I’ll call her,” I finally said.
“You can’t. She doesn’t have a phone.”
“Yes, she does.”
“Not anymore.”
Fuck.
“Okay, then text me her address.”
“No. If you want to contact her, then you take it to Blaise.”
I threw up my hands, frustrated. “Why? This isn’t family business.” I shouldn’t have to get permission to contact Haisley.
“We don’t know she wasn’t helping her brother. The way shit went down leaves it up to question. She could have gotten close to you because he’d asked her to. AJ could have given her a text or something, wanting us to find them. It was fucking clear he hadn’t known what Gina would do. He was furious with Gina after he realized she’d used him. No matter, he’d still taken Aspen. He can’t be trusted, and neither can Haisley.”
Levi’s reason pissed me off. Even though I thought I’d been used by Haisley, I didn’t like the way it sounded when someone else said it.
“Whatever,” I said as acid burned my throat. “I don’t care. The baby isn’t mine.”
Levi studied me for a moment. “Probably not. But next time, wear a fucking condom when you sink your dick in a cunt.”
I didn’t say anything, only grunted once.
“She’s trouble,” he reminded me.
I nodded.
I didn’t stand there and watch Levi walk back to his truck. I turned and went back to the fence, where I’d left Allegra. I needed a distraction. Something to get my head off Haisley and the fact that she was fucking pregnant. I just hoped this petite jockey could do the trick.
Seven
Haisley
Two things to be thankful for this morning: it was seventy degrees with a breeze on my mile walk to the hotel, and one of my new roommates had given me her leftover fried rice from last night to eat this morning for breakfast. I was trying to make a habit of doing this every day on my walk—pick two things to be happy about. It would help me not think so much about the future. The stress wasn’t good for the baby. At least, that was what I’d heard on an episode of Friends.
I rummaged through my bag to make sure I had my name tag. I didn’t remember where I had put it yesterday. My memory had been sporadic lately. I wondered if that was a pregnancy thing. If I wrote down my questions, I would remember to ask them at my next appointment with whatever doctor I saw.
I’d been able to get Medicaid easily enough, but finding an OB-GYN willing to see me with Medicaid as a new patient had been a struggle. The clinic I had found wasn’t typical, and I felt like they were herding patients in and out as quickly as possible. I doubted they’d be real happy if I started asking a lot of questions.
A wave of nausea hit me, and I paused. Uh-oh. Rice was not going to be fun, coming back up. The thought of it didn’t help matters. I was close enough to the parking lot of the hotel to walk over to the fence and lean up against it.
Deep, slow breaths. I would not vomit. I would not vomit.
A cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
“What’s wrong?” an achingly familiar voice caused my head to snap up.
Looking into Saxon Houston’s brown eyes, I didn’t have time to decide if he was really here or not before I had to turn and puke in the small patch of grass beside me. I heard him curse, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or cry. Another wave, and more fried rice reappeared. It was a shame. I loved fried rice, but there was no way I could ever eat it again.