Page 106 of Revenge Is a Dish Best Served… Wearing Heels?

"What? Why?"

My eyes widened as the implication behind her question hit me.

No. No fucking way.

The three of us had a staring contest while the air in the room grew stifling.

No. Absolutely not.

"I... I don't remember," I stuttered out. "But you know I'm irregular."

Dead silence.

"Did you use protection?" Annalise continued her line of questioning.

"Um, mostly."Damn it.

Their eyebrows rose in the same exact way, so high it was almost comical. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry. I wanted to... I didn't even know.

Oh, God.

"Mostly?" Aria echoed. "What does that mean exactly?"

Just kill me now. My God.

"He—he pulled out," I whispered, mortified to admit this now. And I most certainly wouldn't tell them it wasmyidea. "Andthen he used a condom."

"Pulled out?" Annalise repeated in a shocked tone.

"I know.I know. It was literally just one thrust.One.Before the condom went on."

"And the condom... wasitfine?" Aria asked. "No breakage? No slipping?"

I hesitated, my mind reeling, not cooperating as I tried my best to think back to that night.

"I... I don't know," I admitted. "I wouldn't know really. He was the one who took it off, and I didn't see it. It's not like I asked to examine it, you know?"

Annalise's lips compressed into a tight line. "So you really havenoidea if it was intact."

"I mean... he didn't say anything. He would've said something, right?"

"I would guess that guys don't always know. I doubt they examine things either. And even if he did know, would hewantto tell you if it broke?"

Staring at them, the nausea rose again in an overwhelming wave, this time not from my stomach, but from my chest. A hot, anxious flutter that made me break out in a cold sweat.

Was I going to be sick again?

"I don't know.I don't know," I cried out. "It's just all so stressful."

My breath came in short, sharp gasps. Was this hyperventilating? I'd never done that before.

Leaning over, I closed my eyes, and that's when I felt arms and hands guiding me to a chair, not the massage chair this time, but a different one that was easier to get in and out of, and I sank into it gratefully.

Glancing up, I saw my sisters exchange a worried glance.

Aria was the first to speak up. "Listen, no matter what, it's all going to be okay. Pregnant or not. Tristan or not. We are going to get through whatever this is together."

"Yes.Together," Annalise emphasized.