“You’re fucking pregnant, girl.” Katy’s excitement died when she caught my anxious expression. She frowned. “Are you going to tell him?”
I drew in a shaky breath. “I have to. We haven’t had sex since—” I broke off, gulping.
“Since?”
“Lorenzo.”
“Huh.” She looked at me like I’d just gone completely insane. “What are you on about and who’s Lorenzo?”
I stared at her, totally mind-fucked. It’d been almost six weeks since Bianca’s death and I’d become sleep depraved. If that wasn’t enough, I kept expecting the cops to come pounding on my door demanding answers. Even though a part of me accepted that Lorenzo probably had the shit cleaned up, I hadn’t stuck around to find out. But her death was the least of my worries, I had bigger problems now.
Sleeping with him that night hadn’t been part of the plan. “You remember that night I stayed over at Bianca’s?” Katy nodded. “Well, she lied to me about him coming over,” I grumbled, irritated because she hadn’t mentioned the ambush either, not that I expected her to. Why would she discuss mafia business with me? I was just a work friend. Only now, I was royally screwed. It seemed that night added far more complications to my life than I’d anticipated.
“I don’t understand.” Katy touched my arm.
“I was drunk, I’d passed out and when I came to, Lorenzo Rossi was fucking me,” as I explained, Katy’s eyes grew wider with each word.
“You’re shitting me,” she exclaimed.
“It’s the truth. At first, I was shocked then when I realized what was happening, I was too scared to stop him. The run in I had with him years ago wasn’t exactly consensual and I just decided to let him finish.” I saw no reason to tell her what had happened after that or answer the burning question everyone at the club had asked. What happened to Bianca?
“Are you saying the baby is his?” she asked. Biting my bottom lip, I nodded. She looked even more lost than I felt. “Did he know it was you that night and not Bianca?”
“He wasn’t happy about finding me in the bed,” even though I uttered the words, I knew it was a lie. Wasn’t happy was an understatement. He’d been ice cold about the discovery. Then he mentioned he’d known all along that I was in Bianca’s bed, it left me out of sorts. If that was the case, had he chosen to visit that night, just to fuck me? Could I be that vain?
“You want to do another test?”
I was still sitting on the toilet and nodded. She ripped open the second box and held the stick out to me. A few minutes later after I’d peed and handed it over, she looked up. “Still pregnant.” Groaning, I stood, pulled up my shorts and washed my hands after flushing. “Did Lorenzo not use a condom?”
“He did.” Chewing my bottom lip, I stared at her dumbly.
“If both men wore condoms, how can you be certain it’s Lorenzo’s and not Rayden?”
Instead of answer, I blew out a frustrated breath. “Because I haven’t seen Rayden in over a month, he’s visiting diamond mines and shit like that with his father.”
“Oh yes, they’re the high-end jewelry moguls, right?”
I nodded. “Whatever the case, I’m fucked. Rayden and Lorenzo have history as well.”
“Oh boy.”
“Yeah, you can say that again. So, I’ve got two choices. Tell Rayden and don’t tell Lorenzo. Tell Rayden and Lorenzo.”
“You think that’s fair on Rayden?”
“Nope. I’m kind of fucked either way, I guess.” She followed me into the bedroom, and I flopped back on the mattress.
While I did feel like crap for cheating on Rayden, no one could blame me. I didn’t ask for what happened that night. Lorenzo’s words just before he left, though, had been cruel as if I’d been there on purpose. I let out a long-drawn-out sigh. Either the universe was intent on throwing Lorenzo Rossi in my path or I was a victim of circumstance. Still, I couldn’t be certain Rayden would understand.
“I have to say, you’re super calm given your situation,” Katy teased.
I closed my eyes for a moment and massaged my brow before staring up at the ceiling. “The bun’s already in the oven. Even if I throw a tantrum or roll around the floor from anxiety, what good would any of that do? At the end of it, I’ll still be pregnant.” I pushed up onto my elbows to look at her then rolled my neck to ease the tension stiffening the muscles there.
“Umm...” She pursed her lips then, “alternatives?”
My eyes flew to her face, my expression of horror blatant, knowing what she meant without asking. “No way. That’s not even an option,” I reproached.
“Hey, I’m not the enemy here, I’m just trying to think for you.”
