Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
There are all kinds of other tricky ways to do it, some of which I tried to do but failed miserably. I think I was just afraid of being scammed, honestly.
I managed to actually get a Wi-Fi-only text app that worked and was able to contact him on that, but that only worked for two days, because when I left Manila and went out into the village where I would be teaching, there was no Wi-Fi at all. We take things like Wi-Fi and TV and electricity that’s always available for granted in the United States, but where I am now, those things are luxuries.
To be honest, though, not being in contact with Jason for the last four months isn’t my greatest worry. My greatest worry is the fact that I haven’t had my last three periods and that I have a very obvious bump growing on my tummy. That’s all that’s been on my mind for the last couple of months, and as each day passes, the worry grows and grows and grows.
At first, I thought I must be crazy. I’d only missed one period. That happens to girls all the time. He told me he had “the snip.” That I had nothing to worry about. So how could I be pregnant? It just couldn’t be possible. But then I missed another, and another, and I saw what was happening to my belly, and the chances that this could be anything else started to shrink rapidly.
I went online and looked up “the snip.” A vasectomy is what it’s really called, and I guess they can actually reverse themselves in rare cases, so I guess that’s what could have happened here, and Jason could have accidentally gotten me pregnant.
God, he’s going to be so pissed off.
What is a multi-billionaire going to want with a child and a girl like me? He is so not going to want to deal with that.
“Ladies and gentleman, welcome back to New York,” I hear a voice say over the intercom, shaking me out of myself. “If you’ll please remain seated for just a moment until the plane has come to a complete stop–”
It’s hard to believe I’m actually back in the United States. I glance down at my phone and see I have service again and immediately call my mom. She answers on the first ring.
“Honey! Are you back?”
“I sure am. We just touched down.”
“Have you left the airport yet?”
“No, not yet,” I reply. “I’m still on the plane. But it won’t be long now.”
I can hear the excitement in her voice. “Oh, wonderful. I’ll let your father know. So, what do you think? Two and a half hours? I just want to know so I can have dinner planned.”
The people around me start to get up from their seats to grab their bags, so I do as well. “Yeah, about that. Mom, I gotta go. I’ll call you when I’m close to home.”
“Okay, honey. Talk to you soon!”
I must reach for Jason’s contact a hundred times on my way out of the airport. My thumb hovers over it, ready to commit, but then every time, I find myself a reason why I shouldn’t make the call.
I mean, now that I’m back in the US, shouldn’t I have texts from him coming in? Wondering how I’m doing? Apologizing for not having gotten in touch with me before I left for the Philippines? But for some reason, that’s not happening.
Is Jason Rooke just a player? Was he just using me? For most men, a helicopter ride and a mansion like that would have been a big deal and big moves just to get laid. But not for him. For Jason, it wouldn’t even be a blip on his financials.
So what’s the deal?
A thousand thoughts are barreling through my mind as I slide my bag in the trunk of the Uber that’s going to take me back to Philadelphia. Yes, my parents are too busy with their important lives to come pick me up.
I’m not rude to the driver, but I make it clear to him that I’m not in the chatting mood, so he puts on some chill music for the ride. It feels a lot longer than the ride to the airport, what with all the things on my mind.
Should I call Jason or shouldn’t I? Maybe if I do, it should be a little later, when I’m prepared and I know what I’m going to say. How in the world am I going to tell him I’m pregnant? He’s not going to believe me, and I know we’re going to get into an argument.
So I hold off and just call my mom when I’m about ten-minutes away from the house. She sounds really excited – more than I’ve ever heard her before – but this is the longest I’ve ever been away from my parents before, so I guess that makes sense.