“You know what? You should take Stephie up to the rooftop.” Callie pats my chest then looks around at Stephie again. “You’ll love it.”
We’re still not moving, and I’m not sure how Stephie hasn’t called us out on the fact that Callie’s tits are pressed to my chest, and my thigh is wedged between her legs.
“Oh, I would love that. Let’s go! Callie can find her sweatshirt and leave. And then the real fun will start.” Stephie’s tone is full of excitement. I’m going to hurt her, and I fucking hate it when I hurt people.
“Great idea. Now let go of the doorknob,” Callie whispers to me, but she’s crazy if she thinks I’m going to give her a chance to get rid of whatever is in that bedroom.
“Do me a favor, Stephie, go ask Easton for the code. I forget what it is.” I don’t move my gaze from Callie.
“One floor down, right?” She heads toward the door.
I’m thankful I’ll have a few minutes alone with Callie. And even better, the door will shut behind Stephie and lock automatically in ten seconds.
“Yup.” I pop the ‘p’ on the word.
“Wait… Stephie…” Callie calls, but I press my thigh against her core again, and she squeezes my shoulder. Yeah, there’s definitely something in that bedroom.
“BRB!” The door opens and shuts.
“Foster,” Callie says my name with a bite in her tone.
“Callie, it’s my bedroom.” I wiggle my arm, and she digs her nails into my palm. “Fuck. You know how I make my money, right?”
“Step away from the door. Give me one minute, and I’ll be out of your hair. You can screw Stephie all night.”
“I’d rather screw you.” There. The truth is out there.
She pales. “That was a one-and-done, pal, sorry.” She puts her free hand on my chest. “Now step back.”
“I’m going into that room.” I twist the knob again. She doesn’t have the strength to keep me out.
The door opens, and she jumps into my arms, giving me no choice but to hold on to her ass. “Please. I’m begging.”
“I appreciate the begging, but it’s unnecessary.”
She grunts and scoffs, then unwinds her legs from my waist. “Fine. Have it your way.”
When I move to the side, my eyes zero in on the edge of the bed. There’s no lube on the nightstand. No vibrator for me to get her off.
I squint to make sure I’m seeing things right.
A baby outfit is laid on the bed with little booties and sparkly pink and blue confetti. I read the wording on the baby outfit: Guess what… you knocked up Mommy.
My breath stalls, and my gaze shoots to her. “Is this your idea of a joke? Fuck, what day is it?”
I mentally try to figure it out, but I know that April 1st has come and gone.
Shit. No way.
“This was you, right?” I point at the outfit. “Leighton didn’t get confused and leave it for Hayes?”
Her eyes narrow, and her expression clearly says you’re an idiot, jackass. “Yes, it’s me. I get that you sleep with a lot of women, but I’ve only slept with you, so congratulations, you’re gonna be a daddy.”
A dad?
Me?
Fuck, no one wants that. My dad proved you’re not born knowing how to be a father when your kid pops out of the womb.
