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I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. The silence that followed rang in my ears as if I could feel her anger through the line.
“Go to hell,” she snapped.
I heard the click of the phone on the other line. I slammed my phone down and put my head in my hands. Heat creeped up the back of my neck. What the hell just happened? Could I really be the father?
Theoretically, yes. I could be. I had been too in the moment to slip on a condom, which was incredibly careless looking back. We were both lost in the moment. She hadn’t asked or protested. Hell, she invited me in when she spread those beautiful legs of hers. I didn’t hesitate. I just wanted her. All of her. I figured she was on the pill or something.
This couldn’t be happening. My office started to spin. It felt like my world was closing in around me. This feeling of being out of control was not one I was used to. I had to get out of here. I slid on my jacket and quickly grabbed my briefcase. On my way out I told Margaret to cancel my meetings for the day, and left her sitting there in a state of shock. Work would have to wait. I needed to think.
Chapter 13
Addison
I stared at my phone as tears formed in my eyes, threatening to leave salty trails down my cheeks. I hated that I was letting someone like Daniel Jacobs make me cry, but I couldn’t help it. The tears came and they didn’t stop. Angry, devastated drops fell on my pillow as I clutched my sheets around me.
I wanted to tell him in person, but as soon as I heard his voice, I just had to get it out. The words came tumbling out of me so quickly I couldn’t grab hold of them and were met with a coldness I wasn’t expecting. I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that.
His iciness on the phone before I even dropped the bomb on him was biting. I knew there was a slim chance he was upset by how I snuck out of his place the morning after our night together, but I doubted it. Wasn’t that what a guy like him would want? Sex without repercussion or awkward morning goodbyes.
Well, this was one hell of a repercussion, whether he wanted to believe me or not. I couldn’t believe he had the nerve to ask if it was his. As if I was someone to go home with a different guy each week.
I sighed heavily and fell back into my pillow. Ihadgone home with him, and I had let things go too far, too quickly. Deliciously too far. It was so unlike me, but there was a pull toward him that I couldn’t deny. Hell, I had been the one who practically begged him to take me on that bar counter. My cheeks burned red as I remembered it.
How could I have been so irresponsible? I was on the pill, but I had definitely missed a day or two. It was hard to remember to take a tiny white pill when your sex life was nonexistent.
My phone buzzed and I quickly read the screen, hoping it was him calling back. It wasn’t.
Shelley:Hey. You okay? We missed you at this morning’s meeting.
Me:Yeah, just a little under the weather. Thanks for checking in.
Shelley:Feel better soon!
I locked my phone and tossed it on the bed next to me.
I had called out sick from work, which was a rarity, but when I saw the two lines on the pregnancy test, I practically felt sick. I had run out to the store to grab two more boxes because I didn’t believe it. It had to be faulty. Four tests later, and there were more lines and the wordpregnantclear as day.
I looked over at my bathroom counter where they sat in a neat row. They were practically screaming at me. I felt like I was going to throw up. Was it too early for morning sickness? I threw the covers off and dry-heaved into the toilet. Panic began to set in, pulsing through my body and making me feel flushed. I tried to catch my breath, but felt like there was a limited supply.
I crawled back over to my bed, reaching for my phone. With my back against the mattress, I called Monica.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Monica.”
“Heart? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“Can you come over?”
“I’m on my way.”
Twenty minutes later, she was knocking on my door. I opened it and smiled weakly at her before bursting into tears.
She pulled me into a hug. “I’m here. I’m here.”
After a few minutes of crying in my doorway, she followed me to the couch. My panic became more of a dull pulse and I felt like I could breathe again.
Monica looked at me with concern on her face, her eyebrows drawn together.