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“You think he would allow that?” I say out loud, nodding to the man still watching me.

Ora’s lip twitches, and we share a laugh. “No, probably not.”

“Want to share that with the rest of us?” Haze asks, pulling me up against his body. I feel his cock pressed against me, and it’s hard as steel.

I stop laughing and swallow thickly. “No, not really.”

If we did, we wouldn’t be using our best friend telepathy.

He smirks and is about to say something else when Daisy wanders in, scanning the crowd before her eyes land on Haze.

“There you are,” she purrs, ignoring me completely and brushing up against him. “I haven’t been feeling well. I can’t keep anything down.”

“You took something down your throat this morning.” Lore smirks, his lip twitching. “Quite easily, it looked like.”

I wonder if that bothers Haze. She’s carrying his baby, and she’s still fucking the other men. How does that sit with him? I keep my eyes on his face, but he doesn’t give anything away—no twitch, no narrowing of his eyes, nothing.

He’s a master of control, and I want to break that.

Daisy cuts her eyes to Lore, frowning. “Watching my every move, Lore?”

“Hardly, you left the door wide open.”

Who was she with? I share another look with Ora, who arches her brow in response. Yeah, we’re nosy, but we admit it too.

“Well, a woman has needs.” She smirks, licking her lips as she stares up at Haze. “Will you come and lay down with me? I need to rest, and I don’t want to be alone.” She places both hands on her flat stomach.

“Daisy, if you need to go and rest, then go do it,” Haze replies gently but firmly. His hands tighten on my hips when I try to move away. “As you can see, I’m busy with my woman.”

Daisy finally looks down at me, pursing her lips. “Your woman? What the fuck, Haze? I’m pregnant with your child, and you’re out here dating? You’re not going to have time for anyone else other than me and your child.”

“We’ll discuss all of this when we get the paternity test,” Haze replies calmly while possessively moving his big hand so it’s splaying across my lower stomach.

How toxic is this?

I look over at Ora, whose blue eyes are wide as they flicker between Haze and Daisy.

“Bet there are a few men around here hoping you don’t do that test,” Lore mutters, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Like you?” I tease.

He smirks and clears his throat. “The timeline doesn’t match up for me, plus the last time we fucked…” He laughs under his breath. “Let’s just say you can’t get pregnant that way.”

Daisy hasn’t taken her eyes off Haze, and I’d rather be anywhere else right now. This is his messed-up situation, and somehow, I’m getting dragged into it.

I wish I could be that nice woman, the one who could accept the man she’s always loved having a baby with another person, but unfortunately, I don’t think that’s me. Daisy will be connected to him forever. And she lives here in the damn clubhouse. Therefore, she’s not going anywhere.

“You’re not going to come take care of me? You’re about to make it big. You’ll have to pay me child support, you know that, right?” she snaps, her nose wrinkling. She throws her hands in the air. “I don’t know why I thought you would be a good father, Haze!”

Okay, now that shit annoys me.

“I’m sure you can understand why he doesn’t want to get invested when he’s not sure if the child is his,” I comment, unable to keep my mouth shut. It’s a problem of mine. “Maybe next time, keep it to like two different men in a week or something, have a fucking schedule so you know who might be knocking you up.”

Ora clears her throat, trying not to laugh.

And failing.

Daisy scowls in my direction. “And who are you to say anything? You aren’t an old lady. You’re no one.”