“Oh. Fuck.” He trembled and jerked before he collapsed beside me, chest heaving from exertion.
My face was buried in the mattress, a satisfied smile on my face. I didn’t look up, didn’t dare look over to Jasper because I wasn’t ready for the bubble to burst. Eventually, the bed moved as he made his way to my bathroom. I let myself drift off to sleep, sure he would be long gone by the time I woke up again. And it was a good thing because I didn’t want to hear his dismissive words or see the way he got dressed and left without a word.
“What the fuck is this?” His angry question startled me awake, and I sat up—too fast-and laid back down, covering my eyes as nausea sat on me like a weighted blanket. I inhaled deeply and let it out as slowly as I could before daring to open my eyes again.
“Be. More. Specific.” The words were slow and punchy to keep the nausea at bay for as long as I could.
“All of this shit in your bathroom. Pregnancy books. Empty pregnancy test boxes. Prenatal vitamins. Don’t tell me you were stupid enough to get yourself knocked up?”
His derisive tone was like a punch in the face. It was just another reminder of what he thought of me.
“I didn’t tell you anything,” I reminded him with as much attitude I could muster while fighting off sickness.
“Yeah, well, now I’m asking. Are you pregnant?”
“And that’s your business how, exactly?” I glared at him with hate at his words. “Well?”
“We just fucked, Mo.”
“I know. It was incredible, as always.”
“Mo, don’t get cute with me. Answer the fucking question. Are you pregnant?”
“Yeah, I am.” I kept my eyes closed in hopes it would stop the room from spinning. My nipples still tingled from my orgasms, but they started to itch and pinch with pain.
“And who is the father, or do you even fucking know?”
And there it was, the reminder that I was nothing more than a whore.
“Back to the whore thing again, are we?”
I sat up slowly and glared at him. “You’re happy to be the recipient of my services, but you love to throw it back in my face just to hurt me.”
He said nothing, which was good because I was on a roll.
“Since I’m such a whore, let’s just pretend I don’t know who the father is. All right? Does that work for you?”
He let out an angry growl and crawled on the bed until he was right in my face until all I could see were the flecks of color in his green eyes.
I winced at the motion. “Don’t wobble the fucking bed!”
I slapped a hand over my mouth; the yelling was too much. I pushed Jasper away and fled from the bed like my ass was on fire, making it to the bathroom just in time to avoid a lengthy clean-up session.
“Fuck,” I groaned to myself and pushed up to my feet, rinsing my face and my mouth with cold water.
Jasper stared at my reflection in the mirror from the doorway, arms folded, his king of the world expression firmly in place.
“Who is the father, Mo?”
He didn’t want to know the truth. I knew it even if Jasper didn’t. With a sigh, I turned to him, took in the sight of him, knowing that after I told him the truth, this might be the last time we were together like this.
“Despite what you think you know about me, I haven’t been with anyone in months. Until you fucked me a little over two months ago. And then just now. Figure it out for yourself since you know so much.”
“Me?” He threw his head back and laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the goddamn world. Disbelief was written all over his handsome face. “You have to be fucking kidding me.”
I shrugged off his words. “Okay.”
“What the fuck does that mean, Mo?”
“It means you will believe what you want to believe, Jasper. I haven’t even decided if I’m keeping this baby, so what you think doesn’t matter to me. You’re so sure it’s not yours, then it’s really none of your business. So if you don’t mind, get the fuck out.”
How I managed to stay so calm, I’d never know. Maybe it was just protecting my baby and my heart.
Jasper got in my face, so close the kitchen vanity dug into my back. “If that’s my baby, there is no fucking way in hell you’re killing it.”
I pushed at his chest and ignored the tears that stung my eyes. “You don’t believe this baby is yours, so it’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Mo.” He was serious and angry and so hot I wanted to grab his cock to see if it was hard again. Or still hard.