“Hello, Ivy.”
I turned. She couldn't see me in the dark, but oh, I could see her. Round as a ripe peach, fury rolling off her in waves.
“Have you had fun fucking me and making me believe that I was going mad?”
I paused before I answered her. “I mean, the fucking part was immensely enjoyable.”
The lamp blazed to life.
“You fucking asshole,” she shouted.
“Is that a no for tonight?”
“Are you a vampire?” She sat coiled in the armchair, hair piled in a messy knot, strands clinging to her flushed face.
“I could hypnotise you and make you forget all this,” I said, raising my hands.
She gasped.
“So you are a vampire,” she whispered with her hands clinging to her belly.
“I’m not going to harm my own child,” I snapped at her.
“How did you get me pregnant?”
“Well, I have testicles that produce something called semen—”
She threw a glass ornament at me, which I sidestepped.
“Can I fuck you before we have this monotonous conversation?”
“No! What is wrong with you?” she screeched.
“You're a breeder. You have a rare blood type and a certain genetic disposition for vampires.”
She frowned before she shot me another accusatory look.
“You set that one-night stand up.”
“You made it—easy.”
“Get the fuck out of my house. I uninvite you,” she said before throwing a garlic bulb at me.
I let it hit my chest, so she felt a little better.
“I’m not going anywhere. You are carrying my child.”
“Oh, don't give me that shit. I have been alone, and I don't need you.”
“I have been watching your every move.”
“Stalking me.”
I shrugged my shoulders.
“How many women have you done this to?”
“Six.”
