Pretend We're Over (Pretend 2)
As much as I want to pretend that Sebastian is a pretentious jerk, deep down I don’t think that’s who he really is. But maybe I’m wrong? Maybe he can hide his true self when his cock is deep inside me, and his thumb is playing with my clit?
“I just think you should be careful where Sebastian is concerned.”
“I get it. I’ll be careful.” I look away from Oaklee as I try to remember what happened. I try to reconcile the man who saved me and shares a bed with me with the man who would get drunk and help his friend cheat.
“Wait…” I say, as I realize something. “How long have you known you were pregnant?”
“Since two weeks before the wedding.”
“So, at the bachelorette party and after the wedding, you weren’t drinking?”
She shakes her head. “No, I replaced a lot of the wine and champagne with sparkling apple juice.”
“So, the alcohol you made us drink in the limo wasn’t really alcohol?”
“Correct.”
“How drunk were Sebastian and I the night we got married?” I ask, hopeful that maybe Sebastian didn’t actually drink. Maybe it was all a false assumption, and there is another reason we don’t remember.
Oaklee shrugs. “You seemed pretty drunk.”
I sigh. Nothing about that night makes sense to me. I stare down at my wedding ring. But it led me to an incredible guy. One I would have never spent time with if it wasn’t for our mistakes that night. So I don’t regret it, even if I have to give him up eventually.
Still, I should tell Sebastian what I know about that night, about not drinking in the limo. At least that will make him feel better and might trigger something about that night for him.
Right now, though, I have to be a friend. Sebastian may not be in my life for much longer, but Oaklee will be in my life forever.
I hug her again. “Come out with us tonight.”
She smiles. “I’d love to. I want to see and hear all the stories about how you and Mr. Filthy Rich ended up together.”
I lean my head against hers. You and I both.
My phone buzzes, and I don’t have to look at it to know who it is.
“Is Trevor still trying to find you?” Oaklee says, her voice shaking a little.
“Yes.”
Oaklee hugs me tighter.
“Don’t worry, Sebastian will protect you. He has more than enough money and resources to protect you. Tell him to hire a bodyguard, though. You know Trevor, and he won’t stop.”
I nod, agreeing. But I’m afraid as soon as Trevor is no longer a threat, that will be the end of Sebastian and me. There will be no reason to stay together. So getting Trevor out of my life as quickly as possible no longer seems like the best idea.
31
Sebastian
I have everything arranged. I was supposed to pick Millie up at the condo at seven, and then we were going to meet everyone at the club for dancing and drinking. Well, everyone but me will drink. I’ll focus on my new obsession—Millie.
I pick up my phone to text Millie. I smile when I see her programmed into my phone as ‘Wifey.’
Me: Hey, wifey. I had a problem come up at work. I’ll be twenty or thirty minutes late to pick you up. Looking forward to tonight.
Wifey: Hey, Hubby. I’m actually on my way back from Oaklee’s. I’ll just Uber to you, and then we can drive together. That way we aren’t late.