Page 23 of Wild Side

“Why the fuck are you here, then, and not with whomever did that to you?”

What. A. Dick.

“You did this to me,” I snap.

His eyes widen before they narrow. He snorts and stands. I don’t know what I expect him to do, but it’s not to walk right past me to the door. He stops, and I watch, holding my breath as I wait for him to wrench it open and walk out, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he drops his hand and turns around to face me again. He jerks his chin, keeping it up in the air slightly, his eyes looking down his nose and finding mine.

“I did this to you…”

His words trail off, but I keep my mouth shut. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck.”

I open my mouth to say something. I don’t know what, but thankfully, I don’t have to think about it because he continues.

“Marry me,” he demands.

Marry him.

Marry. Him.

My dad would probably be so happy. I run my shaky fingers through my hair. I don’t know what to say. Thankfully, I don’t have to say anything. He rushes me, slipping his hands along my cheeks before he dips his head and touches his lips to mine.

If I could be a different girl in a different world, I would call it magical.

MAVERICK

“I’m not marrying you. I don’t evenknowyou.”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “Yeah, you may not know me, but you fucked me three times and are carrying my baby… You sure it’s my baby?”

I know it’s a shit thing to ask. If we were in a relationship, I wouldn’t. But I’ve been around the block at least half a dozen times, and I’ve seen more than one clubwhore claim a brother knocked her ass up just as a way for security and to become an old lady. I know there are some people who are above absolutely nothing when they want their way.

Although, I don’t get those vibes from Zadie. Granted, I don’t know a goddamn thing about her past, how she tastes and feels, which is important, but that also doesn’t mean I know shit about who the fuck she is.

And then I remember that her friend said they were club princesses. I never asked further, didn’t think I’d ever see her again, but now I’m wondering just what that entails.

“What makes you a club princess?” I ask before she can respond to my question.

I know it’s likely my kid. Fucked her every time with no condom, the timing fits, I think, and she’s not a clubwhore. I don’t think she’s got much experience at all, to be fucking honest, and if she was just playing innocent, she needs to get her ass to Hollywood and become an actress, because she was phenomenal.

“From is that my baby to what makes you a club princess,” she murmurs. “That’s quite the leap.”

“You going to answer or avoid?” I ask.

She shrugs a shoulder, looking off to the side, then shifts her attention back to me. “My father is the president of the Reaper Rivara chapter,” she states.

My vision spots. I swear to fucking god it spots at her words. What the actual fuck? I can’t believe she’s just said what she has. How in the… what in the… Jesus fucking Christ. The only good news is that she wasn’t an enemy’s kid. This might cause tension, but it won’t be an all-out war…Fuck.

“The president?” I ask.

How in the actual shit did I do this? I don’t understand how I fucked the president’s daughter and had no fucking idea that’s who she was.

How.

Fucking how?