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.

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