Page 159 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

Should I ask her to help me find it? Maybe I just couldn’t get it from this angle.

I didn’t know why the fuck I was freaking out. I had literally come into the bathroom to remove it, to snap it out of my pussy and get pregnant with Laila’s husband’s child.

Now, fear rushed through me. What if she … what if she doesn’t want me to get pregnant with their child? But she had made it seem like that was what she wanted all week, constantly asking me about children, how I would raise them, and then telling her husband to come inside me.

Multiple times.

It wasn’t a one-off thing. She had ordered him to come inside me twice at least.

I swore that she wanted it.

Now, I was second-guessing everything. Maybe she had said that because she knew I had an IUD, that I was safely on birth control.

“Sage?” Laila said again, twisting the knob. “What’s going on?”

I sucked in a deep breath and yanked my pants up. “I-I’m fine.”

“You’ve been in there for twenty minutes. Do you need medicine? Are you nauseous?”

Nauseous? A pregnancy symptom. That was a weird question to ask … or maybe I was blowing this out of proportion, connecting things that weren’t even related. Why the hell would Laila mean that? She probably thought I had gotten sick off that food we had eaten last night.

“Sometimes, when I fly, my stomach doesn’t feel good,” she called. “I have medicine.”

“It’s okay,” I answered. “I’ll be out soon.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Yes!”

Please don’t come in. Please, don’t come in. Please don’t come in.

When I finally heard her walk away, I buckled my belt and readjusted my clothes. Then, I placed both hands on the sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror, my stomach twisting into tight knots.

What the actual hell am I going to do?

Does she want this? What if I get pregnant? Should I get Plan B once we get home? Go to the doctor for another IUD insertion?

If I did, Constantino would know. He wouldn’t let me go to my old doctor, but would want me to go to a better physician, one he knew personally. Maybe Laila’s.

After I calmed myself down, I unlocked the door and walked back to my seat. I stared at the ground throughout my entire walk back to my seat, thoughts racing through my mind. As soon as I sat, I knew Laila would have questions.

But I didn’t want to ruin this vacation.

We’d had an amazing time this week, and we had problems back home we needed to deal with first. Like Bethany. We only had a few more hours of complete peace before we landed in New York. What am I going to do?

Once I sat across from them, they both looked up at me, Constantino arching a brow and Laila staring worriedly in my direction. I snapped my seat belt back on and peered up at them, forcing myself to smile.

“I’m fine,” I said before they could say anything.

No, I’m not! I am freaking out because I went into the bathroom to take an IUD out of my pussy to get pregnant by the couple who I am contracted to be their toy, and I couldn’t even find the birth control device.

“Just feeling a little light-headed,” I said. “That’s all.”

“Nauseous?” Constantino asked.

“No,” I whispered, then paused. “Would-would it be bad if I was?”

They shared a long look, and then Laila shook her head. “No.”

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