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I can’t make eye contact with her for more than a second at a time because she’ll see the pain in mine, and I can’t be that vulnerable to her again. “How the hell do I know you didn’t get knocked up on purpose? Since I didn’t want kids, you needed a bypass?”

“No! It was a damn accident!”

“Okay. I’ll play along. You didn’t do this on purpose, but is it even mine? Maybe you slept with Elijah, Tanner, or God knows who the fuck else! Was that bruise from rough sex? And holy fuck! Tell me you didn’t stick me with sloppy seconds!”

“I ought to punch you for that!” Simone stands on the other side of the island while I boil in this nightmare. How do I get out of it? This can’t be real. “How fucking dare you! I didn’t know that would happen! If so, I wouldn’t have drunk it every day, or I would’ve told you my birth control could fail. I’d tell you the truth! I didn’t plan this! You think I want a baby right now? We don’t even live together! I’m still in college! You’ll be in law school!”

I laugh, but it’s on the verge of a sob. “Yeah. So you bagged an attorney. I get it.”

“Fuck you! You’re a damn bartender! That’s the wrong bar to pass!”

“You still were going to lie and not tell me you’re fucking pregnant!” I cringe, and her face falls with her act. She’s going down in flames.

“I was, but you were in my face! How in the hell would I hide it? Not for long, at least! You’re being an asshole!”

I glance at her but then look to the cabinets. “You can’t say shit about how I feel! Your pill failed. My rubbers didn’t. The possibility of them both failing at the same time if done right is astronomical, I’m sure.”

“I doubt that, but no. Your condoms didn’t fail.”

“You’re really running on fumes with your goddamn excuses, then.”

“Shove your shitty attitude, Rodwell! I never lied to you intentionally. You’re right. We didn’t conceive on our wedding night.”

“Even better. Then it’s really not possible. And I conceived nothing.”

“Can I finish? The first night I was at the bar, we were in the storage room. You jerked off on my boobs.” Christ Almighty. Not my finest moment. I was out of control, being pissed off and so fucking turned-on that night.

“The last time I checked, baby batter can’t make one like that.”

She nods and chews on her lip. I used to love sucking on it. “And then I ran to the restroom.” I nod impatiently. “You got off on me, so…”

“I was right, then. You were rubbing one out while I waited outside. I heard you.” Fuck, I did.

“Yes. You were dripping down my shirt, so I got off…with you.”

A record scratches, or my heart stops. “Uh, what?”

“With my pants and underwear down, I scooped up your cum and fingered myself with almost all of it. My orgasms were almost never-ending.”

I’m quiet for a minute while I picture that. It’s fucking hot at first, but then the ugly truth nails me in the junk. “You mean, without my consent?”

Her mouth falls open, and her eyes widen, so I look at the wall. “Not like that! You ejaculated on me, Greg! Without my consent! Doesn’t that qualify as sexual assault?”

“You didn’t just say that.” Holy, holy fuck.

“It’s the truth! You gave me consent when you watered my chest. I did nothing wrong to you. However, all because I teased you by showing my cleavage, I didn’t ask for your sperm. I guess we both fucked up.”

She tries to remain stalwart when I glare at her but drops her gaze to the island. I ask, “Do you know how many ways you fucked up? Don’t feed me bullshit that it’s possible to get pregnant the way you claim. You know, without my willing participation.” Shasta tried to do this to me, too, when I wasn’t even in her pussy. Though, I fucked Simone’s.

“I didn’t take anything from you!” Simone’s gaze flies up to my face but then back to the counter again and stays there.

“Really? You lied about your birth control, and you’re lying about the timeline because there’s no way I got you pregnant. Even so, you admitted to inseminating yourself with my DNA without my consent. If it’s mine by some fluke or from you rigging the damn test like Shasta, you went against my wishes to have a defective baby! Did I leave anything out?”

It’s almost a whisper when she nails me with a death glare. “Yes. Go fuck yourself.”

“I want a paternity test. You’re not pinning this on me. I’ve been down this highway to hell before. I was a chump and fell for it. I’m not fucking doing it again.”

“I’m your wife! Your best friend! I wouldn’t hurt you like that!”

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