Page 66 of Love Gamble

“I think you’re full of shit. We used protection every time,” I remind her. I’m not stupid, and I’m not out there having any kind of unprotected sex. Especially not with someone I wasn’t even in a proper relationship with. And we only had sex a few weeks ago, how could she know already?

“Condoms aren’t a sure thing,” she replies in a dry tone. “And I told you I was on the pill, I know, but I’m pretty bad at remembering to take them.”

This is the last thing I need right now, especially after the conversation I literally just had with Corey. Although I only slept with her a couple of times, Melinda is right in saying condoms don’t always work, but I still think she’s lying. It’s all a little too convenient, and I don’t trust her. But there’s always that one percent chance that she’s not. And that’s what has me fucked up right now.

“Well, I guess you got what you want,” Corey says from beside me, looking up with hurt hazel eyes I never want to see looking at me like this again. “Congratulations.”

And then she turns around and walks back into the clubhouse.

Fuck.

I turn to Melinda. “I don’t believe you, and until there’s proof, it’s going to stay that way.”

“What proof could I possibly give you?” she asks, a little too happy after witnessing Corey walking away from me.

“Proof that you actually are pregnant, and if you are, then a DNA test the second the baby is born.”

What a fucking disaster this is. I’m usually so careful and keep everything so private, but I obviously made a huge mistake by ever having anything to do with Melinda.

And if she really is pregnant with my child, I’m going to be heartbroken, because this isn’t the kind of mother I would have wanted for my firstborn. I can’t believe how awful she is being, and how only now she’s showing her true colors.

She holds out her hand. “I’m going to need some money, too. Appointments aren’t cheap.”

Of course she does.

“I tell you what, make an appointment and I’ll come with you, and then I can see if you actually are pregnant,” I suggest, not going to let her try to fool me.

She didn’t even come with an ultrasound picture, nothing, and expects me to believe her? Especially after how she acted the last time I saw her, which now feels like a lifetime ago.

“Fine,” she snaps, pulling her hand away. “I’ll let you know.”

And then she drives off, knowing exactly how much damage she has caused in my relationship in the last five minutes, and most likely loving every second of it.

Romeo comes out and stands next to me. “Corey is crying in there—what happened?”

“I’ve fucked up.”

Even if she’s not pregnant, and it’s all a ruse, I’ve still fucked up.

I never should have touched that woman.

Chapter Thirty

Corey

“I should just let them be together and be happy. Damon can be a dad, like he always wanted, and I’ll just be alone,” I cry on Bella’s shoulder.

“You know, she could be lying,” Julianna says, as she rubs my back. “It’s very early for her to be showing, and who’s to say it’s his? She’s obviously obsessed with him, but he doesn’t want her and she knows it. If she is pregnant, then we will have to deal with it for the child’s sake, and be there for him or her, but I’d like to know if it really is his first.”

“We won’t know that for months, so what do I do in the meantime? Just pretend like everything is okay?” I ask, my lower lip trembling. “We just had a conversation about how I don’t want kids but he does, and then this happens. I just want to go back to yesterday. It was a much simpler day.”

Even after shooting Leif, I was still happier.

In just a few moments, everything has changed so much, and I truly feel heartbroken over the fact that she really could be carrying his child. But Julianna is right, she could also be making it up and trying to pin it on Damon.

I don’t know what to believe, but until we get the proof, there’s still a chance that it could be his.

And that’s not going to be easy to let go.

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