Page 133 of Deceit

“Okay then. Technically, it’s...fine.”

“Fine?” My eyes narrow on him. “Why are you making this easy on me?”

“Oh, I’m pissed, but I’m not about to bitch at you for fucking someone when we weren’t officially dating.”

“No. I can’t go with you to your sister’s wedding.”

“Why because you’re pregnant?”

“No, because I’m a fuckingslut.” He stops pacing the floor and starts for me, but I hold up a hand to keep him away from me.

Something isn’t right here.

I’m not used to being treated like I can do no wrong. I want conviction and for him to scream at me because it’s warranted.

“Emmy, stop,” he quips. “It sounds like you’ve beaten yourself up enough over this.”

“Not enough.”

“If you want to be spanked, I can arrange that, but I won’t stand here for this. I’m not perfect either. I’m a rich asshole who makes other assholes rich. I find loopholes, I work the stock market and get paid for doing it. Sometimes not by the rulebook in the past. I’ve stepped on other people’s toes to get where I am. I played dirty. I’m thirty-eight and still feel no remorse for it. At least you do.”

“So you were a shady douchebag?” He bows his head. “And I’m a dick-loving whore.”

He rolls his eyes. “You good with retiring that role you so graciously gave yourself?”

“Not yet.”

“Emmy,stop.”

I sigh. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good.” He erases a few steps between us, his wet hair dripping beads of water onto his shoulders. “We still good?”

I narrow my eyes. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?”

“Go ahead.”

I glance up at him, finding him unnervingly placid. “Are we still good?”

“Yeah.” He smiles at me, but it's slightly waning. “We’re still good.”

“I’m…not sure how to do this moving forward. Do we break up if...” He shakes his head. “What if hewantsto be involved in the baby’s life?”

He cups my elbows in his palms and gently rubs his thumbs along my skin. “I would hope he wouldn’t want to abandon his opportunity.”

“Do you even want kids? We haven’t known each other but three months, I think.”

“I said I was falling in love with you, didn’t I?”

I feel all the color drain from my face. “You were serious?”

“I said I was weird, not a liar.”

“Guys say weird shit when their cock is in a woman’s mouth.”

His smile grows more prominent. “Kids are great. I like kids. I don’t know how great of a dad I’ll be, though. And I do think I’m getting there with you, Emmy. I know it’s fast but I want to be truthful with you about it. So, if that scares you, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’m just surprised is all. I like that you’re honest with me.”

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