Page 137 of Jordan

The only thing that will change is his demeanor toward me.

If I listen, he’ll be nice. At least, he will when he gets over this attitude.

If I fight him, he goes back to the cold and distant Enzo.

If I am pregnant, he should know. It’s most likely his…

Why should I keep this a secret? What will it do? I wasn’t planning on keeping it from him. He needs to know. So what’s the point in fighting him now?

“I don’t have all day, Jordan.”

What would he do if I sat here all day? How much of a scene is he willing to make out here?

I decide it isn’t worth it, take my seatbelt off, and storm inside.

“Get whatever you need and hurry up,” Enzo barks once we enter. I walk faster, going down a random aisle. He keeps up.

“Are you going to hover?” I ask over my shoulder.

“Yes,” he says simply.

I shake my head and keep going, now only out of principle.

Don’t treat me like a child.

“Enzo, give me space,” I growl when I turn a corner.

He glares at me, and I’m grateful this place isn’t busy. I wonder if that’s why it was chosen.

Enzo gives me about three feet of space, and though it does little in the way of me getting this pregnancy test without him knowing, it does allow me to breathe a little easier.

As I walk up and down the aisles, I assume he’s losing his patience because that’s just who he is. I go up and down the aisles, not stopping to look at a thing, and I realize how ridiculous this must look. Me, being followed by three giant men who look like bodyguards, while I walk up and down the aisles of this pharmacy. People must think I’m royalty or a prisoner under watch.

How right they would be with the latter…

When I round another corner to go down the aisle full of stool softeners and vitamins, Enzo grips my wrist and tugs me to him.

“What the hell are you doing?” he whisper-growls at me.

I yank my wrist from his hand and shove him in the chest, not at all caring there are people around or cameras. He barely budges.

“If you’d give me space—”

He takes my wrist again, yanking me closer. The rage in his eyes is burning brightly. “You’re lucky I allowed you here at all. Quit fucking around. Get what you need, and let’s go,” he spits out.

Long gone is the Enzo I was growing fond of, and back in place is the monster I knew he was from the beginning.

Once again, tears pool in my eyes, but he lets go of my wrist so I continue down the aisle. When I move to the next, he doesn’t hide his sounds of frustration. My anxiety is at an all-time high, and I’m starting to feel like I may pass out. I’m still warring over what to do. Why can’t I just go get the damn thing and be done with it? This would all be so much easier?

When his footsteps grow heavier and faster, I whirl on him and shove him in the chest much harder than the last time.

“I need a pregnancy test, you asshole,” I bark at him. Of course my shove does nothing to move him, but my words sure do. His eyes widen and he takes a steadying step back. “Now leave me alone,” I grit out, turning on my heel and hurrying to where I need to go. Tears blur my vision, but somehow I manage to make my way through the aisles without bumping into anything.

Thankfully, he doesn’t follow me this time. Not that it matters anymore, considering the cat is out of the bag. I rip the box from the shelf—the first one I see because I don’t know anything about these things—and move to the counter and slam it down. The young girl behind the counter stares at me wide-eyed, slowly chewing her gum. From the corner of my eye, the three men walk toward me, so I hurry out the door. The silent ass kisser follows me, probably expecting me to run, but I don’t. I have no energy to attempt an escape, even though right now is such good timing for it.

A few moments later, Enzo and Antonio exit the store and get in the car. Neither of them looks affected by what they’ve since learned, so I can only assume they don’t care.

Enzo carefully places the small white bag between us and doesn’t say a word.