Page 18 of Dirty Girl

“I still can’t believe you and my brother are fucking like rabbits.” The look on her face is one of disgust, but her tone is teasing.

“And it’s so good.”

“Oh, gag me with a spoon.” She emphasizes her statement with a gagging noise. I can’t hold back the giggles. “You laugh and I’m seriously traumatized over here.”

I roll my eyes. “As if walking in on your sexcapades hasn’t traumatized me. I’ve seen more dick than I care to think about it.”

“Fine, I’ll give you that one. Did it have to be my brother, though?”

“You can’t help who you fall in love with,” I gasp, unable to believe that I just said that out loud.

Jackie squeals, bouncing in her seat as she drives. “Oh my God!” Her tone is almost shrill. “You love Jenson… you’re totally going to get married and have his babies. Do you know what that means?” She doesn’t give me a chance to respond and she doesn’t notice that I’m sitting here silently freaking out. “We’re going to be sisters!”

I don’t say anything. I can’t say anything. Thank God Jackie is perfectly content filling the silence. She’s painting a future for Jenson and I—saying all the things I’ve been secretly hoping for, but not daring to give much thought to. I come out of my haze when she starts talking about us giving her nieces and nephews to spoil.

Babies?

That thought tickles the back of my mind and I start mentally counting back the days—my period is late, really fucking late. As in weeks late. How the hell did I not realize this? I’ve been living in a bubble of bliss with Jenson and it never crossed my mind. We didn’t discuss birth control that first time. Well, he told me he didn’t want anything between us and as crazy as it was, I didn’t either. He admitted later that he suspected I wasn’t on any kind of birth control.

A fact he was ecstatic about. He was more than ready to knock me up. In fact, it became one of his favorite promises as he fucked me. I’ll admit it was hot hearing him tell me how he was going to fill me full of his cum and fuck his baby into me. Just thinking about it has me tingling. It isn’t like I didn’t know this was a possibility. I just didn’t think it would happen so quickly.

Finally, Jackie pulls into the back lot of Pitch Black. I give her a side hug and promise to be at the airport Saturday to see her off. Mindlessly, I grab my bags from the back of the car and go straight up to the penthouse. Normally, I would peek in on Jenson before heading upstairs, but I’m in a daze considering all the possibilities and I don’t want him to question my mood right now. A full range of emotions barrage me at once; fear, happiness, anxiety, excitement… Did I mention fear? Because I have buckets full of fear. And happiness.

I decide I need to go to the pharmacy for a pregnancy test before Jenson finishes up his meetings for the day. I don’t want to wait a single minute longer than necessary before I find out if I’m carrying Jenson’s baby. I rush through the penthouse to drop my bags in the closet so I can leave before he realizes I’m home. I’ve barely taken two steps into our bedroom when I get the shock of my life.

“Jenson, baby, I’ve been waiting forever…” A soft feminine voice coos from our bed.

I stop in my tracks taking in the naked woman spread across the mattress. She’s wearing a blindfold so she hasn’t noticed that I’m not Jenson. My gut churns. She’s beautiful and everything I am not.

She’s tall with a perfectly curved body. Large breasts that are currently thrust into the air thanks to her arched back. Her pointed nipples are standing proudly at attention as if waiting for a mouth to worship them. Jenson’s mouth. The thought burns through me like wildfire and I feel an anger unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bed?” I practically shout.

If she’s surprised, she doesn’t show it. In fact, she almost lazily raises to a sitting position, not even attempting to cover her nakedness. When she lifts the blindfold, she levels me with a cold glare. Then throws her head back in laughter.

“Your bed?” She sneers. “No, little girl, this is my bed.”

Hearing ‘little girl’ come from her lips is like a slap to the face. When Jenson says it, I feel special and loved. From her, it’s the worst insult, like a knife to the heart.

“The hell it is! I’ve been living here for the last month,” I yell.

Another grating laugh bursts forth from the woman who is now standing a few short feet away from me. I can’t help but notice how comfortable she is in her nudity. She’s standing there like she belongs and suddenly I feel like the interloper.

“You see, I’ve been away on business and sometimes my fiancé has to sate his hungers with pathetic little sluts like you until I return.”

I barely choke back the bile that’s rising in the back of my throat. “Fiancé?”

She takes three quick steps toward me. I back up, trying to put distance between us, but I’m locked in place when I bump against the wall. She waves her left hand in front of my face, showing off an impressive diamond ring. My heart breaks when I recognize the ring as Jenson’s great-grandmother’s ring.

When Jackie and I were younger we used to sneak into her parent’s room and dress in her mother’s fancy jewelry and shoes. I could never forget the gorgeous ring—Jackie would put it on and complain about how unfair it was that Jenson would get it for his future wife. The ring had been given to the wives of the last three Johns’ brides and would be passed down to the first-born son until the end of time. Their family is big on tradition.

“So, you see, this is my bed and you need to take your home wrecking ass the hell out of here before you get hurt.”

Before I get hurt? I couldn’t be anymore hurt than I am in this moment. She’s completely obliterated me. I’m bleeding from the inside out. Hurt isn’t even the right word for what this feels like. I don’t think there is a word in the entire Webster’s dictionary that could measure up to what I’m feeling.

I lean against the wall, unable to support myself as I desperately try to make sense of this situation. I don’t notice the woman moving about the room until she’s directly in front of me and the heavy thump of a suitcase sounds at my feet.

“I went ahead and packed your things.”

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