I swear to God, every time I open any social media platform, there he is smiling back at me with that stupid cocky grin on his face.
"I always get what I want.”I hear the words as clearly as if he just growled them in my ear like he did that night.
Well, Everett Donnelly, you may have got yourself a little more than you were hoping for.
I shake my head, my fingers resting on the plastic of the test as I will myself to pick it up and look.
Just do it.
Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe it’s all just stress and everything will be fine.
Maybe…
Maybe…
Maybe…
I take a large breath, my chest expanding with it as I finally pick the test up and flip it over.
My eyes lock on the little screen that gives me the verdict, and the second I read the single word there staring back at me, all the air comes rushing back out of my lungs.
I stumble back, a sob erupting before my calves hit the bathtub, and I lower my ass to the edge.
I knew. I knew what it was going to say, but that doesn’t stop the shock of seeing the word hitting me, right along with the harsh reality of the situation I’m dealing with.
It was just a moment of fun.
A few minutes with a man I knew I should have stayed far, far away from.
But it’s too late now.
It might have only been a brief exchange. We may have been fully protected. But it seems that didn’t matter because the universe, or fate, or fucking something, had a different path planned for me.
“Oh my god,” I sob, tears spilling from the corners of my eyes.
For a moment there, I thought doing the test and discovering the truth was going to be the hard part, but I hadn’t considered what comes next.
How the hell am I meant to tell Everett Donnelly that I’m pregnant with his baby?
8
BEATRICE
Sienna: How are you feeling?
Istare at her message, my eyes bleary and sore from a night of barely any sleep.
There was a part of me that thought it would get easier once I knew the truth. But it seems I was lying to myself, because now that I know, I want to go back to being in denial.
Denial was fun.
I could pretend that none of this was happening.
Denial meant I could think back on that night with the fondness it was meant to be remembered with, not with the confusion I have now.
I’m on birth control. I have been since I was fifteen.
He used a condom. I watched him open the packet and roll it on.
