Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“It had to be Kit,” Wren reminds everyone. “Because she loves him.”
“There was no love coming from her side that weekend,” I snap.
The sex was amazing. Our bodies knew exactly what to do that first time as if we had been doing it for years, and all the times after that were just as spectacular.
Fuck, I woke up this morning and slid inside of her.
“Is this even a bigger betrayal?” Ignacio asks, no doubt looking for more fire. “Did she poke holes in the condoms or something?”
“You did use condoms, right?” Deacon asks.
“Condoms are only effective—”
“We used condoms,” I say before Jude can spout off some statistic that no one really cares about. “Most of the time. We didn’t in the shower. Once.”
“That’s all it takes,” Jude says, an air of vindication in his voice.
“Did Tinley poke holes in the condoms?” Quinten asks Ignacio.
“Condoms? I was a teen. Condoms were dumb. I finished inside of her every damn time.” Ignacio clears his throat. “But you’re a grown man. You should know better.”
A couple of the guys chuckle. Wren looks like he’s in dreamland, no doubt thinking about filling his own woman with cum.
“Wren?” I hiss. “Now’s not the time.”
He clears his throat, trying discreetly to adjust his erection and failing. “I was just going to say they have suction cup caddies online that are specifically made for condoms.”
“I was in a hotel room,” I argue.
“They’re travel size.”
“I wasn’t planning on getting laid.”
Wren cocks an eyebrow at me. “You should always be prepared. Look at the mess you’re in.”
“Wren,” Deacon warns as the tips of my ears grow hot.
“I don’t regret my child.”
“Then you need to forgive his or her mother,” Ignacio says, his eyes drilling that truth into me.
“I’m not there yet,” I confess, just so angry with this entire situation.
“Give it time,” he urges.
I nod at the man even though I don’t know if I’m strong enough to do that.
Chapter 30
Jules
I wasted nearly all of the time Kit gave me texting him, begging him in voicemails to please not make me do this.
In some I cried, but as time went on, and the worse I felt, it turned to anger. I said hateful things. I lied and texted him that I wished I were pregnant with anyone else’s child, and not because of the pain it’s going to bring to others, but I just can’t stomach the thought of a part of him growing inside of me.
And then I got hit with guilt and terror that even typing those lies out would end up as some big cosmic fuck you. I felt like I had jinxed my child with those hateful words. I’m terrified of losing Beth, but I’m more terrified of karma biting me in the ass in the form of something happening to my baby.
That’s what has urged me to my best friend’s front door with only two hours left on the clock Kit gave me. I could take the coward’s way out and let him spill the beans, but that would just make this a more fucked-up situation than it already is.
I created this mess, and as much as I know telling the truth won’t fix anything, I have to be the one to do it.
I lift my hand and knock on the door before I can talk myself out of it.
Spencer pulls open the door, a wide smile on his face. He frowns when he notices the state of me. “Jules? Babe, come here!”
Beth replaces her husband in the doorway, and she reaches for me immediately.
I let her wrap her arms around me. I need this. It may be the last time she ever comforts me again.
“What’s going on?” I freeze at the sound of Marjorie’s voice.
“Is it the baby?” Beth asks, my face still buried in the warmth of her throat.
I nod, unable to form words right now.
My best friend begins to sob right along with me.
“What’s going on, dear?” Walter says from somewhere behind his wife and daughter.
“Miscarriage,” Beth whispers, making me pull back to look at her.
I wipe at the wetness on my face, needing to blow my nose but settling on just sniffling.
“The baby is fine.”
The news makes Beth sob harder as she pulls me into an even tighter hug.
“Oh thank God,” Marjorie says, her own voice marked with relief.
I bask in the kindness my best friend is showing me, but if it lasts much longer, I’m not going to have the courage to do what I came here to do.
Kit was adamant that I tell everyone and although I’m not going to call everyone else to gather around while I confess to being the most heinous person in the world, it is a good thing that Marjorie and Walter are here.
“We need to talk,” I tell Beth, pulling away, looking at her before looking at the older Riggs couple.