“I see. And he’s okay with you spending so much time here with Mr. Walker?”
I felt my cheeks instantly flush. I could see how people would assume Trey and I were together. Almost every day, we’d spent breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. We’d walked on the beach and taken tours together…danced together…and kissed on more than one occasion.
I wiped away the tear that had rolled slowly down my cheek. “No…he doesn’t know I’m here or that I’ve been, um…spending time with Mr. Walker. But I have not slept with him—at all,” I said as the guilt began to eat away at me.
For over a month, Scott has been back home, worried about me, and I’ve been…having a grand old time, running around Belize with another man.
“Well, I’m not one to judge anyone, Miss Rhodes. I do believe we sell them in the gift store. Would you like me to go and buy you one?”
I slowly nodded. “I left my purse in my cabana. Can you charge it to my room?”
She gave me a pitiful smile and nodded as she opened the door.
I said, “Two. Please get two.”
My hands were shaking as I held up the pregnancy test. Two lines. Pregnant.
I immediately opened the other test and repeated the whole process, crying the entire time.
I waited five minutes and held it up. Two lines. I’m carrying Scott’s baby. As I placed my hand on my stomach, I practically let out a scream. I sat there, rocking back and forth. I’d let another man touch me while I was pregnant with Scott’s child.
Oh god…Scott, please forgive me.
He’s never going to forgive me. He’s going to hate me forever.
Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Trey sucking on my nipples…the same nipples my child would touch.
“No! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why did I let him touch me? Oh god, why did I ask him to touch me? Why?” I yelled out.
In that instant, I had more hate for Chelsea than I’d ever had.
There was a knock on the restroom door.
From the other side, Trey asked, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I just need a few minutes. Please just give me a few minutes.” I got up and pulled my jeans back up. I wrapped both tests in toilet paper and put them into my back pocket as I left the stall.
I heard the restroom door open, and I spun around to see Trey standing there.
“Jessie, what in the hell is going on? Please tell me. You’re scaring the shit out of me.”
I pushed past him. How dare he come into the restroom when I asked him to wait. “I talked to my dad.”
Trey looked at me, confused. “How? When?”
“Earlier. I saw the front desk clerk, Chelsea, talking on her cell. I asked if I could use her phone. I tried to call Scott, but it went to his voice mail again.”
I noticed how Trey seemed to be relieved when he found out I hadn’t talked to Scott.
“But my father answered when I called. He couldn’t really hear everything. He said I was breaking in and out, but I did hear him tell me that it wasn’t Scott with Chelsea. It was Scott’s brother. Scott never cheated on me.”
Trey’s whole body slumped. “Well…I mean, are you sure Scott is not just lying to your father?”
I nodded my head. “Yes! I know now that the voice I heard was Bryce and not Scott.”
“Wait…Jessie, the whole thing just doesn’t make any sense. How do you know your dad wasn’t just saying that to get you to come home?”
I hadn’t even thought of that. Would my father lie to me?