Page 87 of Accidental Baby Daddy

“Absolutely not because it’s so kinky?” I teased.

“Oh it’s kinky enough, I guess,” he admitted. “Working on the offshore rigs as much as I do keeps me busy. I don’t have much time for romance, but Elena puts up with me.”

“The Tristan I knew had a new girl on his arm every week,” I said, surprised that he was sticking with dating just one woman.

“Well, that Tristan grew up.”

I nodded. “I get it. I feel like I’m a totally different person from who I was back then.”

“Hopefully you are. But attacking me at the Pig told me that guy is still in there somewhere.”

I laughed nervously. “I’m really sorry about that.”

Tristan shrugged. “We all make mistakes, old friend.”

We finished the pitcher and by the time we left, I was tipsy enough that I had to call an Uber. We had parted on good terms and it felt good.

My best friend was back. Now if only I could get Lex back, too.

I looked toward the cabin as soon as I got home. The lights were all off. I sighed heavily; a part of me was hoping she would be there, but I doubted it. She must be staying with her sister. I couldn’t just show up there and grovel but ultimately if I had to, I would.

Tristan was right. I had to do everything in my power to get her back.

Chapter 27

Lexie

I’d been avoiding Oliver like the plague since our last fight. I knew I couldn’t avoid him forever, though, so when he texted me asking to meet him at the cabin, I obliged. I was a bit surprised, however, when Gillian dropped me off and Oliver was sitting on the steps, looking disheveled.

“Oliver?" I walked up to him. “What are you doing?”

“I’ve been here all night,” he said hoarsely. “I need to talk to you, Lex. Please.”

His eyes were so big and hopeful, so exhausted and desperate, I couldn’t deny him.

“All right,” I said softly, walking up the steps and unlocking the door. Oliver followed me inside, sighing in what sounded like relief.

“Lex, I’m so sorry,” he said mournfully, and I swallowed hard.

“Sorry? Is that all you have to say to me?”

“My father—” he started, but I cut him off.

“Your father told me that hewas the one who told you that I was seeing Tristan. That doesn’t matter, Oliver. You never should have believed it.”

“He's my father. I thought he knew what was best for me,” he insisted. “I... I was stupid and jealous and I’m sorry. I can’t tell you how sorry I am.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “What do you want from me, Oliver? Forgiveness? So that we can be friends?”

“I don’t want to be friends,” he said in a low tone, stepping closer to me. I didn’t move away even though my brain was screaming at me to do just that. “You’re family, Lex. You always have been.”

“You’re the one that said you wanted to be friends, remember?” I retort, trying to keep my tone cold but having a hard time doing it.

“It was a stupid thing to say,” he said simply, and I snorted out a laugh. “I was acting jealous and not thinking clearly, the same way I was back then, but it’s only because I love you so much, Lex.”

I froze. That was exactly what Dick would say when he criticized my weight or my clothes or the way I did things.It’s just because I love you so much, Alexandra.

“I can’t do this,” I said as I stepped away from Oliver. “I need you to leave.”

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