Everett broke me. Or at least, his dick did.
I keep telling myself that it was the high of the situation. We were in a club, just a wall away from our friends. We could have been caught at any moment. It was meant to be a one-time thing. I thought I would never see him again.
But spending time with him earlier in the week, I can’t help but wonder if it was the situation or if it was the man himself.
There’s a really big part of me that wants to find out. That’s the pregnant part of me with the raging hormones that seems to be taking over my life.
I shouldn’t, though. I know it’s a stupid idea that will only end in tears.
Doesn’t everything these days?
Opening my eyes again, they land on Everett’s abs.
Goddamn him and his perfectly sculpted hockey body.
I sit there for longer than I probably should, trying to come up with a response. And that’s only proven when he beats me to it.
Baby Daddy: Did I scare you off?
An unamused laugh falls from my lips. “Oh, I’m scared, all right.”
Bea: No, just unimpressed.
It’s a big fat lie. Proven by the fact that as soon as I’ve hit send, I scroll back up to the photo.
Baby Daddy: I could send something more impressive but it’ll have to wait until I’m alone…
My heart skips a beat as fire shoots through my veins.
Bea: That won’t be necessary.
Baby Daddy: Are you in the bath yet?
I want to lie and say yes, tell him that I’m currently naked, messaging him and thinking about the kind of picture he could send me if I agreed. It’s tempting. So freaking tempting. It’s the exact kind of fun I need. Maybe if he were someone else, I’d dive into it. But this is a man I would like to have in my life for the next eighteen years. Well, not my life, but my child’s life. The very last thing I need to be doing right now is sexting him, and getting all hot and bothered over a photo of his abs and the promise of another of his dick.
Bea: That’s for me to know, and for you to think about…
I chastise myself for the flirting, but I can’t help it. I need a thrill, and knowing that he’s thinking about me naked and covered in bubbles is barely scratching the surface.
Baby Daddy: And I’m thinking about it. A little too…hard…
Bea: You’re bad.
Baby Daddy: You have no idea, sweetheart.
Baby Daddy: That night was just a taste. Imagine what I could do with a whole night and more than just a wall to make use of.
“Oh God,” I whimper, rubbing my thighs together.
Bea: I’d rather not. I don’t need any more regrets.
Baby Daddy: Ouch.
Regret trickles through me. That was mean. And if I’m being honest, I didn’t mean it.
Baby Daddy: The second time will be different.
Bea: That’s very presumptuous of you.
