Replacing My Ex Read Online Jordan Silver

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 77663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
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THUNDER

“There’s nothing wrong with you according to all the tests we’ve run. From what you’ve described, it sounds like morning sickness.”

“Doc, you’ve seen me naked, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I got a dick.”

“Yes, Thunder, I know, but these things can happen if you have a pregnant partner.”

For a second, my heart almost stopped as I tried to remember the last woman I’d had sex with before my girl. I don’t do unprotected sex, only with her, and she can’t have babies.

The last one was months before, so no. I’m pretty sure if any of the women I’d fucked with came up pregnant, they’d have been on my fucking doorstep with their hand out the second they missed a period.

“I think you’re wrong this time, Doc; try again.”

“Fine, are you worried about something? Nervous?” This fuck thinks I can’t see him with that stupid smirk on his face?

“Is this what I pay you for? Where’d you buy that damn degree from anyway?”

“It could be your orneriness catching up to you. You’ve been at it for a while.”

“Fuck off and go back there to your lab and figure this shit out.”

“Thunder, we’ve run every test there is, and there is nothing wrong with you. Would you like me to give you something for morning sickness?”

“Would you like my foot up your ass?”

“Fine, I’ll run the test again, but I’m telling you, it sounds like morning sickness. I’ve only ever heard that it can be possible in some men, but I’ve never actually seen it myself. Take my advice: before you make yourself crazier than you already are, buy a pregnancy test for the woman in your life.”

How the hell am I supposed to do that? How would I approach her about something like this? She’d probably think I was being an asshole after I already told her I’m not interested in having kids. And what if she isn’t pregnant? Wouldn’t she then think that I got some other chick pregnant? Why is the Doc trying to fuck my shit up?

Still, from the moment he planted that thought in my head, I can’t deny being excited at the possibility of a little boy who looked like me with the woman who owns my heart for a mother; what could be better? Is it possible? Could it be?

I didn’t share her story with him because it’s none of his damn business. So I had to sit there and listen to his disrespectful ass try to convince me that I had gotten someone pregnant. But even if I had, why the hell am I the one getting sick? Isn’t that the woman’s deal? Though, come to think of it, if my girl had to suffer like this, I’d lose my shit for sure.

I left his office because he was getting on my nerves with his shit. If I didn’t know he’s the best at what he does, I’d fire his ass, but he’s top dog around these parts, so where the hell am I gonna go? The Mayo Clinic?

It was because I trusted him that I stopped by the pharmacy and bought every pee stick these fucks had on the shelf. Now, I’m making my way to the bakery. She’s waiting for me anyway because she was just as worried about the throwing up shit as I was.

The shit is weird. It hits out of nowhere and leaves just as quickly. There are no other symptoms throughout the day, and nothing else hurts, but every morning like clockwork for the last week or so, that shit has been happening as soon as I finish fucking my woman. That nut thinks it’s the sex that’s making me sick like I’m weak or something.

It's true I can barely keep up with her freaky ass but still. I don’t see how me breaking the brakes off her pussy can make me sick enough to throw up and why it only happens in the morning when I fuck her for much longer at night.

I was nervous as hell going to the bakery with that bag of tricks. I didn’t want to hurt her even for a second, and if it turns out that she’s not pregnant, I’ma put a hurting on the Doc that he won’t soon forget.

As I drove, I kept thinking of anything that this could be. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but the truth is, from the moment he implied that someone could be carrying my child, I couldn’t get the image of my sweet Amanda round with my son out of my head.

I realized something as I got closer to the bakery. She’d never been diagnosed. In all the telling, she’d never once said some medical professional told her there was something wrong with her. She only believed it because the mindless fuckwit she’d been married to knocked up someone else.



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