Page 120 of Addicted

I didn’t respond. Because he was right.

He hadn’t missed the appointment. He was here, on time, ready to take me. But I was still mad, and I didn’t know why.

Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the fact that I’d spent the whole night alone, missing him, worrying about him, wanting him next to me. Maybe it was just me being irrational as hell.

But I couldn’t snap out of it.

Stone stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then he shook his head and stepped back.

“Aight,” he said, his voice flat. “Fuck it. You wanna be mad? Stay mad.”

He turned and walked toward the front door, pulling it open. I followed him, my arms still crossed, my jaw tight.

Stone reached for the passenger door handle when we got to the car. Before he could open it, I smacked his hand away.

“I got it,” I snapped.

I pulled the door open myself and climbed inside,slamming it shut. Through the window, I saw Stone standing there, staring at me. Then he let out a low, dark chuckle and shook his head slowly. Like I was testing every ounce of his patience.

He walked around to the driver’s side and climbed in, his movements controlled but tense. He started the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel. Then he turned to look at me, his eyes hard.

“Stop trying me, Indie,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

I glared right back at him. “Or what? You gon’ kill me while I’m carrying your child, nigga?”

His nostrils flared. He blew hot air through his nose, his jaw clenching so hard I could see the muscle ticking. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Just stared at me like he was deciding whether to snap or let it go.

I knew he’d never hurt me. Especially not now. Not while I was pregnant with his baby. But my anger made me want to push him. Made me want to get under his skin the way he got under mine. Finally, Stone turned away and put the car in drive.

“You got it,” he muttered.

We pulled out of the driveway in complete silence.

The drive to the doctor’s office was tense as hell. Stone didn’t say a word. Didn’t look at me. He just kept his eyes on the road, his hands gripping the steering wheel like he was holding himself back from saying something he’d regret.

I stared out the window, my arms crossed, my jaw tight. I could feel the anger radiating off him. Could feel the frustration. But I didn’t care.

Or at least, I told myself I didn’t.

When we finally pulled into the parking lot of the medical building, Stone parked the car and turned it off. Before he could get out, I was already opening my door and climbing out.

I speed-walked toward the entrance, my ponytail swinging. I heard Stone’s door slam shut behind me, but I didn’t slow down. I reached the door and pulled it open, letting it swing shut behind me. It slammed right in Stone’s face.

I didn’t look back.

Just walked straight to the reception desk and checked in with the woman sitting there.

“Indigo Thompson,” I said. “I have a ten o’clock appointment with Dr. Roberts.”

The receptionist smiled. “Of course. Just have a seat and we’ll call you back shortly.”

I nodded and turned around. Stone was standing a few feet away, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes locked on me.

He looked pissed.

Good.

I walked over to the waiting area and sat down in one of the chairs, pulling out my phone. Stone sat down next to me, his body tense, his jaw still tight.