Page 4 of Make Me Yours

Oh my God.

It’s like a hatch opens up beneath me and I’m in free fall.

Is this really happening?

I refocus my attention on Devon even as my head continues to spin. “I-is it true?”

For the first time since I stumbled upon them, ruddy color floods his cheeks, and his gaze darts away. “Yeah, it is.”

“Four months?” I shake my head as my knees weaken. Any moment now, I’m going to crumble to the floor. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“The situation is complicated,” he says with a huff.

“Complicated? You’re having a baby with another woman while living with me.” When he presses his lips together, I raise my voice. “Were you ever going to tell me? Or were you just going to continue living a double life?”

His hand drifts to the back of his neck, rubbing it like he’d rather be anywhere but here.

That makes two of us.

“I was trying to figure out a way to break things off without hurting you.”

A sharp laugh falls from my lips. “Well, congrats. You failed miserably on that front.”

“It would seem that I did.”

Marissa clears her throat and raises her brows at Devon.

Apparently, there’s more.

For fuck’s sake, how much worse could this get?

He shifts. “The two of us talked about it, and we feel that, given the situation, it would be best if you put in your notice.”

My eyes widen. “You… want me to quit?”

Marissa sidles up to Devon before wrapping her arm around him and leaning into his side. “It would be awkward to have you around when this should be a happy and stress-free time for me.” Her hand settles on her abdomen. “And our baby.”

“You’re absolutely right. I can see how my presence would be an uncomfortable reminder that you’ve been screwing my boyfriend behind my back for months.”

Devon frowns before dropping a kiss against the top of Marissa’s dark head. “There’s no reason we can’t handle this situation like adults.”

“You’ve had months to wrap your brain around what you two have been up to. I, on the other hand, just stumbled across it. So, you’ll have to excuse me if I’m still trying to play mental catchup.”

The look he gives me is pitying, and I hate it. “Let’s be honest, Lilah. Our parents talked us into this relationship, and for a while, it was easy and comfortable.”

I nod, the sting replaced by a clarity I didn’t have before walking through that door. He’s not wrong. Our family connection helped me land the job and then our parents kept throwing us together at every opportunity.

“If you didn’t want to be in a relationship, then you should have manned up and said something instead of lying to me, all the while screwing around behind my back with a colleague.”

“It’s not like we were friends,” Marissa interjects.

As if that somehow makes it better.

Or absolves her.

“I guess that’s why you had every right to take what was mine.”

“He was never yours to begin with,” she says quietly.