Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Her hand brushed the hair from my face as I lapsed between sleepiness and wakefulness.
“You’re working too hard at that school,” she pouted. “Or partying too hard,” she sounded like she was frowning, but my lids were too heavy to see if I was correct.
I smiled sleepily. “I’m fine.”
“I have to agree with my husband... No woman is fine when she says she’s fine.”
“I will be fine,” I amended, half asleep.
“I know, sweetie.” Mom kissed my head. . “Love you endlessly.”
“Love you,” I mumbled.
Then my mom tucked me in for the last time. Though neither of us knew it then.
I was at the club.
With Colby.
Trying not to vomit.
Half of that was because of the pregnancy, half of it was because of my nerves. I’d spent the entire morning under the watchful eye of my mother, and had somehow managed to convince her that I was indeed okay and not carrying an illegitimate biker’s child. It was a good thing she had Declan’s party to organize along with a restaurant to run.
I had a biker who needed to be told I was in love with him and carrying his illegitimate child. I was nervous. Very fucking nervous. I’d spent two hours deciding what to wear for this meeting. It didn’t help that three quarters of my suitcase was lingerie, thanks to Sariah. And then there were the five pairs of jeans I’d inexplicably packed.
Luckily, I kept a well-stocked closet at Mom’s place. Mom and I had done a lot of shopping. Unfortunately, we had not been shopping for this particular scenario.
I decided on a long, silk skirt in a deep shade of red. Knee-high leather, heeled boots in a deeper shade of red. My sweater was tight and almost black but with a tinge of maroon. My hair was dead straight, a dark curtain against my pale skin. Makeup hid the dark circles, and I tried to offset my general paleness with a soft blush and a pink gloss.
Yes, I looked good, or I did when I left Mom and Swiss’s house for the club. I stopped three times to vomit, so my lip gloss was ruined by that point. My hair disheveled. My face likely a disturbing shade of green.
Then there were the sweaty palms and the general air of panic that settled over me as I set my booted foot inside.
“Violet!” Colby exclaimed, getting up from the bar and rushing over to give me a hug. It was so tight he lifted me off the floor.
I did my best to steady myself and not vomit all over him when he placed me down.
“College is making you too skinny,” he frowned. “We need to get you a cheeseburger.”
“Why does everybody keep saying that?” I whined, pouting.
“Because it’s fuckin’ true,” he grunted, dragging me from the door to where he’d been situated at the bar.
I peered around the room, trying to be subtle about it. There was no one else in the vicinity. Music played quietly over the speakers.
“Sit,” Colby ordered.
Because of the panic and the nausea, I complied.
Colby rounded the bar to get a beer from the fridge, taking off the top and placing it in front of me. He did the same for himself, though he already had a half full one in front of his seat.
“It’s barely noon,” I informed him as he walked back around the bar and sat on the stool beside me.
“What are you, a cop?” he scoffed. “And, you’re in fucking college… Don’t even pretend that drinking before noon isn’t part of the curriculum.” He finished the rest of his original beer. “Or do they not do that at the fancy colleges?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course, they do it at the fancy colleges. They do it more, for all the future CEOs and billionaires to prepare for their casual alcoholism and drug addictions,” I joked.
Colby grinned. “Perfect training for your weekend of partying with me.”
I bit my lip, trying to figure out how I was going to get out of this. Colby took a lot of things seriously, partying being one of them. And usually, I was on board with it. Usually, I wasn’t pregnant.
Well, except that one time.
“I’m not in the mood for partying right now.” Even thinking about beer made my mouth dry.
Colby laughed. “Yeah, good one. Drink up, bitch.”
I didn’t take the beer he’d picked up and held to me.
He squinted at me. “What are you, pregnant or something?” he joked.
I pressed my lips together. I was unable to lie straight to his face. I really hadn’t thought someone would ask me flat out.
Colby’s eyes stopped twinkling with humor, and my friend turned into a scary badass once again.
“You’re fuckin’ pregnant?” he boomed, leaning forward.
“Shut up,” I hissed. “I don’t think they heard you in the garage.”
But it became apparent that someone had heard when Colby’s eyes jumped behind me, hardening into a glare as I was lifted off the stool.