Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Vincent reared back and punched me in the face before I could stop him. Blood welled in my mouth. He was yanked off of me before I could retaliate, and Axel held him back as Joey gripped my arm and pulled me up off the floor, helping Axel to keep us separated.
“Why the fuck would you do this to her?!” Vincent roared at me. “She had a fucking bright future ahead of her, and you fucking destroyed it! Claiming her as your goddamn girlfriend wasn’t enough?” he barked. “You had to trap her by knocking her up?!”
“It’s not fucking like that!” I shouted at him. How the fuck could he even begin to think that I would do this shit to her on purpose? I was just as terrified about this pregnancy as she was. I would never do this shit intentionally to her. The only reason I wasn’t showing my fucking fear was because Meghan needed me to be strong about this. “Goddammit, Vincent, I fucking love her! I would never fucking trap her like this!”
He yanked against Axel’s hold on him, but Axel held tight. “You’re ruining her fucking life, Julian! She has no fucking future now all thanks to you!”
Meghan suddenly slapped him. His face swung to the side. I stared at her, completely speechless. “How dare you?” she seethed, her chest heaving.
“Meghan—"
“Not only do you fucking shout my name and drag me from a much-needed nap,” I smothered the smirk that wanted to lift my lips. I knew how much she hated being woken up, “but you have the audacity to stand here and claim that I ruined my life—that Julian intentionally did this to me?” she angrily demanded.
“Yes,” he snapped at her, his jaw clenched. Apparently, he wasn’t smart enough to see when he was fucking shit up. “It would be just fucking like him to do some shit like this.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?!” she yelled at him. Fuck, she was pissed. She and Vincent never fought like this. “Julian left his fucking football game Saturday night because I wasn’t feeling good. He left something that he fucking loves, possibly more than me,” fuck, she was wrong about that. I didn’t love anything more than her, “and you have the fucking audacity to stand there and try to claim that he would intentionally do this to me?!”
“What the hell else am I supposed to think?!” he roared down at her. I tried ripping my arm from Joey’s grip, but he held tight. I would be damned if he talked to my woman like that. Meghan glared up at Vincent. “He’s never knocked anyone up before, and trust me, Meghan, your boyfriend has fucked so many women he can’t even possibly begin to give you a number. But this goddamn quickly, he’s knocked you up?”
“Let me fill you in on something,” Meghan snarled up at him as she crossed her arms over her chest. Her breasts pushed up, and I growled quietly in warning when Axel flickered his gaze to her breasts. He only smirked at me before he focused on her face. “The day I got pregnant was the day you forced me to talk to him in the dance studio.”
The blood drained out of my face at the same time Vincent’s did. Fuck, I had forgotten we hadn’t used protection that time. I had honestly just thought a condom accidentally broke. But that day, I had been so desperate to be inside of her, to prove to her that I still thought she was fucking beautiful, that I hadn’t even thought about a condom.
“Julian was trying to prove to me that I wasn’t broken.” Her voice broke as her bottom lip trembled. She tightened her arms around herself, almost as if she were trying to guard herself against Vincent. “So, yeah, Vincent, Julian and I were stupid and reckless that day, but I wouldn’t change it.” She drew in a deep breath. “Because I fell in love with him that day. If it means that a child came out of that beautiful day, then so be it.”
“Baby,” I whispered, drawing her teary eyes to me. “Come here,” I called.
She instantly walked over to me. Joey released my arm as she neared me, and I wrapped my arms around her. After hauling her body close to mine, I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, kissing her softly and sensually.
She had just announced she was in love with me.
She was in love with me.
“I love you,” I whispered against her lips.
She choked out a sob as she wrapped her arms around my torso and pressed her ear against my chest. Her body shuddered in my arms. “I love you, too. Please, don’t ever make me regret opening myself to you.”
I pressed my lips to the top of her head. “Never, baby,” I promised. I’d cherish those words she spoke for the rest of my fucking life. I knew she hadn’t said them easily.