Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
When I was sure I was done, I grabbed my bag to get out a tissue to wipe my face. He was still there, watching me like I was a freak. I refused to look at him as I dug around, pulled one out, and stood up straight, wiping my mouth.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my eyes barely looking at him before I shifted to look toward the hotel.
He had probably had another wild night of sex. Just my luck, he had chosen the place I worked to be his sex pad.
“Doesn’t matter. I have to go, or I’ll be late for work,” I said and took a step when Saxon moved in front of me.
“You’re not going to work today,” he informed me.
I glared up at him. He was the reason I was vomiting, living on a sofa bed in an apartment with strangers since Milly had been determined I get out of her place, working at a hotel where he liked to have sexcapades. Him!
“Yes, I am.” I tried to step around him, and he moved with me, continuing to block me.
Starting to panic—because if I was late to clock in, then I could get fired—I shoved at his chest with both my hands, but he didn’t budge.
“MOVE!” I shouted at him.
“I spoke to your manager. You have the day off. Calm down.”
“I don’t want the day off! I need the money. Who do you think you are, speaking to my manager?”
Why was he so freaking beautiful? It wasn’t fair.
“The paternity test is more important. Wouldn’t you agree?”
His words shut down anything I had been about to say. He knew. Oh God. He knew.
“What paternity test?” My question came out as a whisper.
“The one I scheduled to see if the baby is mine.” He said it so matter-of-factly. As if he were speaking to a stranger about the weather.
“I don’t need a test,” I told him.
“I do.”
“I’m not pregnant,” I lied.
“I’m not here to listen to more of your lies, Haisley. I need to know if the baby is mine.”
My lies? I hadn’t lied to him. I had broken things off with him in a very brutal way, but my actions had been forced upon me by his friends. I wasn’t a liar though.
“Fine. But this is pointless. I’m not getting an abortion.” I held my shoulders back and stood as tall as I could as I looked up at him, determined not to let him see my fear.
He frowned. “I’m not asking you to. I am simply here to find out who the father is. I can’t trust the words that come out of your mouth. So, I need proof.”
God, he was infuriating. I’d slept with him not once, but three times. I’d been completely infatuated with him. And all along, he was in the Mafia. Never telling me. Making me believe he was this great guy. Not someone who killed and did God knew what else. I wasn’t very informed on Mafia business. Maybe I should be since I was having a kid whose father was a part of it. If there was a liar here, then it was him.
“Why? I didn’t ask for anything from you. I didn’t come tell you. I didn’t make any demands at all. Why do you need to know?”
He shrugged. He actually shrugged, as if he didn’t know. I was pregnant, and he was shrugging.
Asshole. GOD! How had I been so blind?
Oh, right … he was too damn pretty, and I was an idiot.
“My truck is this way,” he informed me. “Let’s go.”
I didn’t move. “I don’t have money for this. Medicaid isn’t going to cover a paternity test.”
He looked at me as if he were bored. That stung. I didn’t want to admit it, but it was painful. Being near him was painful.
“I’m the one who scheduled it. I am paying for it. Now, let’s go.”
“What are they going to do? Will it hurt the baby?” I asked, not moving in his direction.
He looked annoyed. I did not care. I wasn’t doing this if it was something that would hurt my baby.
“They take your blood, swab my cheek, and we have results back in about a week,” he replied.
That was it? They could tell that easily?
I stood there for a moment more, then finally gave in because it was clear Saxon wasn’t going to let it go. I knew the baby was his. He was the only guy I’d ever slept with. Of course, I hadn’t told him that because then I’d have had to tell him why there was no hymen to break through. My past wasn’t something I shared easily—or at all.
I hoped he had to pay a lot for this stupid test.
He didn’t open the truck door for me, but walked around and climbed inside the driver’s side. I’d been in this truck many times, and each time, he’d opened my door. The guy who had been interested in me was gone. In his place was this guy. The one who believed the worst in me. I was tired of being discarded by people in my life. My biological father, whoever he was; my brother, who hadn’t even tried to get in touch with me; my mom. And although I had shut Saxon out, having him treat me this way felt like being discarded.