Page 191 of Morally Corrupt
“This is non-alcoholic,” I say. “Why?”
“Well—”
“I hope you’re not worried about me. I haven’t touched a single substance in over a year. A little alcohol won’t do anything to me.”
“It’s not that. Actually?—”
“I’m really fine, Adrian. I haven’t even felt the compulsion to take anything. You don’t need to worry about me,” I continue.
He sighs, but his lips are curled up in a smile.
“You’ve been feeling a little tired lately, no?”
I frown. Where is he going with this?
“A little more than usual, but maybe it’s that time of the month.” I shrug. Though I haven’t gotten my period yet. In fact… I don’t remember the last time I did.
“You haven’t gotten your period in almost three months, B,” he comments.
I blink.
“You’ve kept track?”
“I always keep track.”
“But why?”
“I suppose you can imagine why.” He smiles.
“But that’s impossible. I’m on birth control.”
“Are you?” He raises a brow as he takes a sip of his champagne.
I stare at him as I try to make sense of his words.
“Yes, I am. You know I am.” I pause. “There must be another explanation for this.”
“Another explanation?”
“I’m not pregnant,” I state. “I can’t be pregnant. I’m on birth control,” I repeat like a broken record.
“But what if you might be?”
“What are you trying to say?”
“You mentioned a while back that you were ready to start trying once your contract was over.”
“Which is now. Today.”
“Yes. That is correct.”
“What are you not telling me, Adrian?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“I might have done something to your birth control?” He says innocently before he takes another sip to hide his grin.
“Y-you…” I stare at him. “You might have had something to do with my birth control? You?”
“It takes time to become fertile after you stop taking it.” He shrugs.
