Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
It’s way too late for lies now. Besides, nothing is ever going to be the same.
CHAPTER 10
“Say it, Petal. Tell me the truth,” I demand, after placing a kiss on her belly. I hear her sniffle above me. I already know the answer, but I want to hear her tell me that I’m going to be a daddy. Fucking her in this bathroom was a mistake, but I was so worked up. I needed her cunt wrapped around my cock. Her tight pussy is the only place I want to be right now.
“How did you know?” she asks, tears welling up in her eyes. The longer I stare at her, the harder she cries until she’s full-blown sobbing. “I really do think you like going around impregnating women.”
“Not women. Just you, but to answer your question, I just held your hair back while you just Exorcist puked because of the smell of fish, anchovies to specific, all over the place.”
“Ugh. Do not talk to me about fish,” she says, choking back bile. “I did, didn’t I? And you still fucked me? What’s wrong with you?” she asks, chuckling a little bit.
“A little puke isn’t going to stop me from fucking the woman I love. It will stop me from kissing her, however.” I chuckle at that. I’ll always take care of my woman, whatever she needs, I am the man for the job.
“You’re an ass,” she says, without malice.
“I’m your ass. I can’t believe you’re gonna have my baby, Rose. This is amazing.”
“You seem to have a fire sale going on with regard to baby mama’s these days,” she says wryly. I watch as she swishes some complementary mouthwash in her mouth before spitting it out. Vaguely, I hear my phone pinging in my pocket, like a lot. “You gonna get that?” she asks.
“Fuck that right now. Nothing can be as important as this conversation is right now” I say, shaking my head. “You are my one and only baby mama, Rose. I swear that baby isn’t mine. I’ve petitioned the court for a prenatal DNA test. I want that nonsense to be over.”
“I do too.”
“I love you; Rose and I swear I’ll do everything for you and our baby.”
“I… I love you too,” she admits and this time I do kiss her minty fresh mouth.
“Let’s finish lunch. We’ll order you something else. What sounds good?”
“Chocolate ice cream and bananas,” she says immediately.
“That might not be on the menu, but we’ll go to the grocery store and get whatever you want.”
“Yeah. The baby wants chocolate ice cream and bananas,” she says in a super-serious voice.
“Right. The baby is already running the show,” I say, deferring to her.
“I believe it will be like that for at least the next eighteen years.”
I laugh as I take her and pull her next to me. Opening the door, I am not prepared for the multiple flash bulbs to go off in our faces.
“Fuck,” I growl. I look over at Rose and she looks like a deer caught in the headlights.
“Are you cheating on Honey, Nick?” a reporter shouts, but I ignore him. I get that these people are just making a living, but can’t they request an interview like a civilized person? Accosting someone as they come out of a bathroom is classless.
“What’s Honey think about you having sex in a public bathroom with someone else?”
“Is this your side chick?” I feel Rose stiffen at my side and I know I have to speak up.
“Did we hear correctly that she’s also carrying your baby?”
“This is my fiancée. Back the fuck up, please,” I tell the gaggle of reporters. How did they get here so quickly? We couldn’t have been in the bathroom more than ten minutes or so. I look at my watch and realize it was closer to forty minutes and neither one of us are partially quiet people. I guess we should just be thankful the restaurant didn’t call the cops for indecent exposure or some shit. I can’t control myself when it comes to Rose.
“Ow,” Rose shouts as someone grabs her arm. I fucking lose my mind.
“Don’t fucking touch her, she’s pregnant,” I growl and while the paps don’t stop taking pictures or asking questions, they do back off a little bit.
I drag Rose out of the bathroom and back to our table. I grab her purse in one hand and throw her jacket over her head with the other hand before grabbing her hand again and leading her out of the restaurant to my car. I get her in the passenger seat, thrusting her purse into her hands as she pulls the jacket off of her head. I sprint around to the driver’s side. Getting in, I beat the fuck out of my steering wheel. I’m so fucking pissed off right now, I could kill someone, probably starting with that snot-nosed waiter. I knew he was taking a picture of us after Rose sat down at the table..