Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
We lie in silence for a few moments, our heavy breathing the only sound in the room. My body is still in a state of euphoria that I don’t want to come down from.
But everything that goes up must come down. My smugness fades away as so many emotions take over. We did it again. I’m not on birth control. “What if—” My mind blanks because all I feel is panic. It grips me.
“Fischl!” My eyes fly open. Cooper has my face held in his hands. His eyes that are the same as my son’s stare down at me. My throat tightens at the thought of all that he lost because of me. And of the time that we lost together.
I believed my mother when she told me Cooper wanted nothing to do with us. Why I did, I have no idea. I should’ve known better. That woman always did whatever she needed to get her way.
“Please.” I push at his chest. “Cooper, please,” I beg again. A tear slips free. He kisses it, stopping it in its tracks, but lifts his body from mine. His cock slips free.
The second it and his body are gone from mine, I miss them. But still the need to breathe overwhelms me. The mixed emotions only make me start to panic more. I haven’t had a panic attack in years. I only started getting them when my mother shipped me off. Each day that ticked away and Cooper hadn’t come looking for me only made them grow worse.
I bolt up from the bed.
“Baby.” Cooper snags me around the waist to pull me back to him. “Breathe.” He tries to calm me.
“We did it again.” I don’t know why that’s what comes out of my mouth. There are so many other things that need to be said.
“Slow down. Breathe.”
“Stop telling me to breathe!” I shout at him. It’s a ridiculous thing to say. Cooper doesn’t smirk at my comment. His eyes only grow wider. He doesn’t know what to do with me. He’s never seen me like this before.
“Fischl, I love you.” He stands, trying to reassure me.
I burst into tears. I hear him let out a string of curses. “Don’t come in here. She’s naked,” he shouts suddenly. Cooper pulls a shirt over my head. I know it’s his from the smell. I’m like a helpless doll as he pulls my jeans up my legs.
“I’m coming in!” Sebastian yells.
I jerk my head toward the door to see Sebastian and the cop from before. My mind races, trying to remember the policeman's name.
“I forgot his name.” I sob. It’s stupid, but I can’t help it. My mind is racing about a million things.
“Look at me,” Sebastian snaps. “What do you see?”
“Cooper.” I might be staring at Sebastian, but Cooper is right there beside me.
“What do you smell?” Sebastian asks next.
“Sex.” I throw my hand over my mouth. Did I really say that?
“You’re okay. I’m with you. Are you with me?” Sebastian steps closer.
“She’s with me,” Cooper growls. His arms go around my waist.
“Yeah, well it looks like you gave her a panic attack, so great fucking job, asshole.” Sebastian tries to keep his tone calm, but I don’t miss the anger in it. He hates Cooper.
“You motherfucker.” Cooper tries to lunge for him. I grab Cooper, hoping to stop him. Big Ed tries to step in. His name comes back to me. My panic attack is trying to fade away, but the fact that Cooper and Sebastian are about to come to blows doesn’t help. I can’t make out what anyone is saying.
“Stop!” I try to shout, but it doesn’t sound as though words come out. Black spots dance in my eyes as the attack takes over again. I drop to my knees before everything goes black.
CHAPTER 13
COOPER
It’s because Fischl collapses that the asshole gets a punch in. When she drops to the ground, my focus zips from Big Ed and the dick to Fischl. In the process, a fist makes hard contact with my chin. Instinct makes my arm cock back. Big Ed grabs my wrist before it can find a target.
“Another time,” he suggests. “You, call 9-1-1,” he says to gutless wonder who sucker-punched me. Then, he turns to me. “You, get me a towel with cold water.”
I want to argue and send him off to get the towel, but he’s the emergency personnel and I run a construction company. I do as I’m told. By the time I get back, Big Ed has her on the bed. We all ignore the disastrous state of the sheets, but pencil dick’s face is red with fury.
“You call 911?” I bark.
“I wouldn’t need to if you didn’t cause her to have a panic attack,” he shoots back.
“You sound like she has them all the time.” I stare at him with narrowed, suspicious eyes. What the hell has her life been like that she has these episodes on the regular?