Lottie nodded, feeling a sense of security in his words. Watching him leave the office, she knew Razor would deal with Shannon, and she wasn’t about to let someone like that come between what they were building together.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Shannon lounged on the leather sofa, awaiting Master Merritt for their monthly session.Date. It was a date.Drumming her long nails on the armrest, she daydreamed about a life with him. It didn’t matter what he’d said at the clinic; the news she was about to share with him would surely get rid of the annoying nurse.
Concerned about him being late, Shannon was about to inquire when she saw him walk in with one of the other Dom’s. “Shannon, how are you today?” he asked as he stepped towards her.
“Fine, Sir. Where would you like me tonight?”
Razor eyed the young lady as she stood with her head slightly bowed. They didn’t have a session. He’d actually taken a break from the club since his last session with Shannon. He was only there to take care of the paperwork.
Weeks earlier, at the clinic, he’d informed her that under no circumstances would they be continuing any sort ofarrangement. In or out of the club. “Shannon, we don’t have a session scheduled tonight.”
He saw her head snap up, and the look she gave him was anything but friendly. Then as if she pulled a mask down her expression changed to a one of kindness. “I was hoping we could have a session, Sir, to celebrate.”
“What would we be celebrating?”
“Us being pregnant,” Shannon announced almost squealing before she leapt towards Master Merritt.
Razor caught the young woman keeping her at arm’s length. “Did you say you are pregnant?’
“Yes.”
“And why do you think this child is mine?”
“Because you’re the only man I’ve been with, Sir.”
The anger that came over Razor was instantaneous. Looking over his shoulder he saw the look on Master Dimitri’s face. They had strict rules in the club. All submissives had to be seen by the physician that the club retained. All subs were to be on birth control. At any time they lapsed, they had to be seen by the physician. They were also required to be seen monthly to make sure they were disease-free. If Shannon were pregnant; the club’s physician would have called to inform them. Razor saw Dimitri shake his head no. Which meant no call had come in confirming Shannon’s declaration. “Did you see Dr. Straton?”
“No. I went to my personal physician. I have the paperwork if you want to see it.”
“I would. And we will make you an appointment with Dr. Straton asap,” he told her. Holding out his hand, Razor waited for her to hand over the paperwork from her doctor.
“Oh, I don’t have it with me.”
“Shannon. Please go to Master Jessie’s office. We will meet you there shortly.”
“Fine. But this is between Master Merritt and me.”
“If you are pregnant with his child, that is between the two of you. The fact that you have allowed yourself to become pregnant while under a strict contract withThe Red Dooris a matter for the board. Now, go to his office,” Dimitri snapped at the girl.
Shannon glared at Dimitri before walking off. Nothing the club could do would keep her from being with Master Merritt. If everything went according to her plans, she would be the future Mrs. Merritt Clermont.
Taking a few minutes for himself, Razor stepped into a private room and closed the door. He wanted to throat punch somebody. Controlling his temper at that time was imperative. He didn’t want to come off as out of control. Screw it, he thought, and dropped down onto the sofa that sat in the room.Pregnant. What in the hell.He couldn’t even say the words out loud. After ten minutes of sitting numbly thinking about the situation, Razor shoved off the sofa. Its fragile frame creaked under his weight.
Knowing the others would be waiting on him had Razor cooling his jets before opening the door. Walking into the office, he tried being less annoyed. It wasn’t the first time that he had to rein in his mood. It was the first time that one of the subs had announced they were carrying his child. Fuck, he should havegotten the vasectomy years ago when the thought had crossed his mind. Closing the door, he readied himself for a fight.
Glancing over at the man sitting behind the desk, Razor wondered what Jessie had to say about this new situation. Hopefully, the conversation would go easy.
Shannon gave him a smile. “Master Merritt, I was beginning to worry.”
Hearing her words, everything flooded in. This was a game she was playing. It was that, or she was pregnant, but it wasn’t his. But how could he be sure? “No, you weren’t. You’ve been after me for more than a year to be your Dom. In the last six months you’ve made it clear you wanted a relationship outside of the club. When I declined to entertain it, that’s when you began badgering me to participate in scenes with me. Why is that, Shannon?”
Rising from her seat, she glared at him. “I’m pregnant. You’re the father. And you will take care of it?”
“If you mean paying for an abortion. Yes.”
Shannon almost stumbled as she heard the word abortion. “What did you say?”
