Page 46 of Sophia, Property of Tracker

She straightens and takes the couple of steps toward me. “I’m not lying, Tracker. I named him Ryan after you. If you want to do a paternity test, then I will. If that’s what you need to believe me, I’ll set up an appointment today.”

Is she for real? There’s no way she could have had my baby. I wore a condom every time I fucked her.

“I know what you’re thinking. You think because you were a condom that I couldn’t fall pregnant. Well, let me tell you something, using a jimmy is never one hundred percent protective, and somehow I got pregnant. But Tracker, just wait till you meet hi—”

“Get the fuck out of here.Now!” I growl.

“What? Why?”

I grab her arm again and walk toward the parked cars, hoping that one of them is hers. Anger vibrates through me, and I don’t relinquish my hold. I know I’m probably hurting her, but I don’t give a fuck. This girl has some serious issues, using a kid to try and get money out of me. She must think I’m a fucking idiot.

“Which one’s your car.”

“But, Tracker.”

“I said…which one’s yours?Don’t make me ask you again.”

She sniffles. I—”

“Don’t, Tash. If you’re smart, you will shut that mouth of yours.”

She points to a red Mazda. “There.”

“Good.”

I drag her the few steps to her car, let go of her arm, and delve into her bag.

“What are you doing?” she protests, and my fingers finally lock around a set of keys, and I press the unlock button on her remote. It opens, and I drag her to the seat, where she falls in.

“Tracker, please,” she begs while continuing to cry.

“Get the fuck out of here, and don’t ever come back,” I demand, then slam the door.

I stand there making sure she drives out of the clubhouse and only leave to check on Sophia when the back of her car exits the driveway and the gates are shut.

SOPHIA

Present

What the hell is happening?

Who is this Tash woman?

Out of nowhere is this beautiful blonde-haired woman with a drop-dead gorgeous body telling Tracker that he has a child with her.

I can’t comprehend it.

He’s never mentioned a Tash to me.

This can’t be happening.

Slamming the door to his bedroom, I lock it and sit down slowly on the edge of the bed, the same bed we just made love in. My eyes travel the room still in shock—I want to scream, I want to throw something. How did our night go from loving and flirty to him being a total stranger to me?Do I really know Ryan?

I mean, I knew he would have had women before me, but a child, that’s just a whole new ballgame. A tear leaves my eye and runs down my face, then lands on my closed palms that are sitting on my lap. Laughter sounds from outside the room, and the music has picked up. They’re all partying while I’m here sobbing about the fact that my boyfriend may have a child with another woman.

What am I going to do?

Do I stay or should I leave?

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