Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“The test is good enough, Jason, but sure, if you want one hundred percent…” She spins on her heels and goes back into the kitchen.
“How you holding up?” His mouth is at my ear and I shiver for numerous reasons. First, he’s scaring me with his attitude and somewhat robotic king-like behavior and second, he’s being condescending again.
“Go pee in the cup, baby, then she’ll take your blood and we’ll know which doctor you need to see.” He kisses the top of my head and pulls me toward the bathroom.
I shut the door, sit on the toilet seat, and want to cry, which I hate—I’ve never been a crying girl and actually prided myself on never shedding a tear. But it’s all changed since I’ve gotten with Jason—or Blade because that’s who he is right now. Jason vanished after he came inside me this morning. Blade emerged right after. I wish I had my knife on me, although what I would do with it is anyone’s guess. A bang on the door makes me jump.
“Are you done?” Blade’s voice leaks in. He’s not yelling, but he doesn’t have to. Power bleeds out of him.
“Almost.” I lift the toilet seat and quickly pee in the cup, wash my hands, and open the door to a waiting Blade. His eyes sweep me and then his bathroom. Like I’m hiding someone in there to pee for me.
“Here.” I shove the cup of piss at him. He doesn’t take it and his full lips smile as he moves aside so I can exit.
“Hilary? She’s ready,” he yells. Dr. Hilary walks out talking on her phone and motions for me to give her the cup. Which I do, somewhat fascinated that she doesn’t miss a beat in the conversation as she rips open the stick and dunks it in my pee then whirls around for her large designer bag.
“Hold on, George.” She looks at me. “Sit.” She sets the pee on the coffee table as she goes back to her phone and George I guess. Suddenly her cold hands are efficiently wrapping a rubber band around my arm and our eyes lock for a moment. Hers dark, mine light, but she looks rather impressed or maybe I’m crazy and seeing things. The needle goes into my vein as she continues to talk. Blade strokes my hair as she fills two vials with my dark red blood. Straightening, she sticks them in a plastic bag and tells George goodbye before reaching for the pee and the stick.
I think I might have stopped breathing because she looks at me and up at Blade.
“Well? Is she dying?” It’s a sneer and I instantly stand.
“No, she’s pregnant. I have to go. I’ll have the bloodwork back in a couple of hours.” She grabs her bag, reaches for her keys, and nods at us.
“I’ll show myself out.” Her highs heels click and she’s gone before I can laugh in her face. Gone before I can scream, “That’s impossible!” Gone and I’m left with a man who hasn’t uttered a sound. And I think for the second time in my life Blade might kill me.
BLADE/JASON
She lied.
I take in her pale appearance and wait to see how this is going to play out. Her breasts, which are already twice their normal size, heave. She licks her lips as if she’s thirsty.
I’d like to say I’m shocked, but then I’d be a liar. I suspected as soon as Axel said she threw up at the club. It’s finally happened—I knocked someone up. For some strange reason that I won’t dive into right now, I’m kind of the opposite of upset and I almost smile. But I don’t need my little gypsy rat to know that her con has worked. I was already going to make her my queen but now I’m gonna lock her down forever.
“Blade,” she whispers, and I cock my head. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name from her perfect lips. She shakes her blond head—her golden tresses fill my house with color.
“I swear I can’t get pregnant. There has to be a mistake.” She looks as though she might faint, so I reach for her and drag her into my kitchen, dump her in a chair, and pour her some orange juice. Slamming it down in front of her, I flinch as she shrieks and tears pool in her eyes.
“I… it can’t be—”
“Shut up, Eve. I know you.” I grasp the side of the table, leaning into her. “You can try to lie your way out of this, but it’s pointless. I’ve knocked you up. Deal with it. I was already making you my ole lady. Now you’ll be my baby momma too.” Pushing off the table, all I want her to do is acknowledge that she trapped me. She stares out the window almost lost and wide-eyed.