My stomach twists and I freeze, because I refuse to believe that something as stupid as morning sickness has any effect on me.
I wonder how my mom felt when she was pregnant with me. Did my father tell her she was beautiful? Did she pick out my nursery furniture herself? Was my father already fucking Dorrine?
My stomach heaves, and I bend forward, praying nothing comes out. Thankfully, it was just a warning.
Morning sickness: 0 / Samantha: 5
Not too shabby.
The minutes tick by, reminding me I only have so much time left before my life gets turned upside down. Will I be able to keep up with work? Maybe. Will everything I’ve built for myself crash and burn? Probably.
I can’t do this alone, but I don’t have a partner. Toxic won’t be there for me. Not in the way I need him to be. Sure, he probably makes a lot of money with his twelve-pack, but that’s the one thing I don’t need.
A gentle throb between my thighs tells me I’m wrong about that, and that his twelve-pack would very much be appreciated. Pressing my eyes closed, I imagine what it would be like to run my fingers through his ebony hair, to feel his lips pressed against mine, his tongue pushing its way?—
What is wrong with me?
My eyes burn ever so slightly.
Am I going to cry?
Oh, hell no! I donotcry.
Or at least I didn’t.
The only way to get through this is to face it, which means I have to tell him.
Based on the show’s schedule, I could swing by tomorrow. It’s only an hour’s drive. We could meet for lunch.
I enter Toxic’s text box, determined to get this over with.
Trista Kinney:I’ve been thinking about your offer, and I was wondering if tomorrow would be a good day to meet up. I could go to you.
Toxic:Sure, what time?
Trista Kinney:Around noon? I assume you’ll be dancing later in the day.
Toxic:I can swing a day off.
Trista Kinney:I don’t think that’s necessary. Where would you like to meet?
Toxic:There’s a hotel off the highway. It’s nice, and there’s plenty of parking.
Oh, no! Does he think….
Of course, he does.
How did I not see this coming? He’s a Hunk. Why else would I be messaging him?
Trista Kinney:I was actually hoping we could meet for coffee.
Toxic:I understand wanting to be safe and meet first. There should be a coffee shop in the hotel lobby. Will that do?
Jesus Christ, how many women does this man hook up with?
How is that even a question? He strips for a living, has the body of a god, and is around horny bitches 24/7. He screwed me in a venue bathroom, for Christ’s sake.
I just need to tell him.
