The minute we’re in the hallway all hell breaks loose. Damn Lily for throwing the first swing.
“What the hell was that about? Is there something I should know? You told me we couldn’t be with anyone else, but is that what Cici is? Your whore on the side?”
“Don’t fucking call her that again. Is that clear?” At her silence,I continue, “Because if anyone deserves that title, it would be the one who’s getting paid to fuck me.”
The slap across my face jolts me from my rage. “Fuck.” I give my head a shake. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, you shouldn’t have.” Her voice comes out choked as tears start to fall. Fucking hell. I can’t have this discussion in the hallway and risk Lily coming out to see what’s happening.
Making a split-second decision, I lightly grab her arm and lead her toward my door at the end of the corridor. “Come on.”
As soon as I shut the door, she starts sobbing. I run my hand through my hair in frustration—so much for not bringing her inside.
I instinctively rub her back in comfort as I usher her to the couch in the living room. Sitting across from her, I take a deep breath to prepare my next words. It’s a challenge to approach this empathetically when I’m so pissed, but I’m also at a point where I can’t risk the fallout.
Finally, I bite the bullet and proceed. “That was wrong of me to say, especially when you’re doing me a favor. Forgive me for speaking out of turn.”
She sighs, looking straight at me. “Is something going on between you and Cici? I deserve the truth.”
“You do, and nothing is happening between us,” I answer truthfully.
“But you wish there were,” she states rather than asks as if she already knows. “Are you still in love with her?”
What the hell? Where is this all coming from?
“Does it matter?”
“It does. Especially now,” she says cryptically, and I don’t like the sound of it.
I lean back. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Her eyes begin to glass over, and the words out of her mouth knock the wind right out of me.
“I think I’m pregnant.” Her hands fidget in her lap as she drops her head in shame.
“Goddammit, Rebecca!” She flinches. “Who’s the father, since it can’t be me?” It comes out aggressive because I’m off-the-charts livid.How could she fuck this up already?
“Seriously? Who else could it be?” she asks in a tone that implies I’m an idiot.
“You tell me, since there’s no way it’s mine,” I throw back at her.
Her arms cross over her chest in defiance. “Really? In case you forgot, it only takes once.”
“When was that, then? Because I’ve nevernotwrapped it.”
Rebecca cocks her head smugly and smirks, bringing my anger to new heights. “You must’ve forgotten the last time we did it, then.”
My retort comes to a screeching halt as I immediately replay the events on the night of our engagement party from the moment we arrived at the room until the next morning. I tried remembering exactly what took place, and despite my best effort, most of it’s blank.
“What did you do?” I ask accusingly.
“What didIdo?” she shrieks. “In case you’ve forgotten how it works—since it’s been so long—it takes two.”
“Yeah? Well, I apparently wasn’t coherent, so what happened exactly?”
She snorts at the question. “You want a play-by-play?”
Her bullshit is not needed right now. “I want to know how my cum ended up in your fucking pussy?”
