Page 19 of Sebastian's Baby

My anger at everything that’s currently happening boils over, and I can’t stop myself from snapping at her, “You should be on the pill anyway!”

“Why?” she frowns at me.

‘Why?’ Why does she fucking think? So thatthisdoesn’t happen.

“Just in case,” I tell her in a cold voice that I can barely recognize as my own.

Lita gives a hollow laugh. “Just in case I meet Sebastian Fox, have sex with him, and the condom breaks? Fuck off.”

She probably has a point, but I don’t really care right now. I only care about fixing my dumbass mistake of fucking her twice.

“You’ll have to take the morning-after pill.”

“Don’t think I won’t,” she spits at me.

“Go and shower. The bathroom is that way.” I point to the door, wanting her to douche as quickly as possible, even though I know that it does fuck all to stop a pregnancy from occurring.

Before she turns away from me, I see the hurt and disappointment come across her face. This isn’t at all how this morning was supposed to go. I want to chase after her and apologize because I know that was an asshole thing to say, but I also hate myself for wanting that, so I don’t do it.

My clothes from last night are lying on top of hers, so I grab them and take them to my wardrobe, where I toss them in the laundry basket. I grab a pair of sweatpants and pull them on, then head back to the room. Lita’s clothes are still sitting on the floor, so I pick them up and put them on the bed for her.

I grab my phone, then head out to the living room and call Daryl.

“Mr. Fox. How can I help you this morning?”

“Are you on your way over? I need you to take Lita back to her hotel.”

“I’m downstairs, sir. I’ll head up now.”

I thank him and hang up the phone. My mind is a complete mess. I can still feel that moment when the condom released its grip on me, as well as its contents into Lita. I’ve beensofucking careful for years. You can’t sleep with as many women as I do without being judicious with your contraception.

I’ve never gotten an STD, and I don’t think the year I turn thirty is the time to start. That’s without even considering the possibility of getting her pregnant.

Fuck.

That thought is far too terrifying. I definitely don’t need to knock up some groupie. I think I’d rather have an STD. I stride over to my bar and pour myself a generous tumbler of whisky from the bottle of forty-year-old Glenfiddich that I have here. The elevator doors open, and Daryl walks into the hallway as I’m heading to the sofa.

I nod at him and say in a sober tone, “Morning.”

“Morning, Mr. Fox.”

I drop onto the sofa and take a sip of my whisky, then stare at the blank TV screen in front of me. I can’t believe this is happening. I see movement in the reflection on the TV, and Lita appears at the side of the room, wearing her clothes from last night and looking as upset as she was before she headed to the bathroom.

I intensely dislike the strong urge I have to try and make her feel better, so I push any emotions I have away before nodding at my bodyguard and saying, “Daryl will take you back to your hotel.”

“Thanks,” she says in a sad voice.

I hate myself for hurting her. I hate myself for fucking her a second time. I hate myself for pickingthatcondom.

I’m so angry at everything that I can’t stop myself from making it worse by snapping, “Make sure you get that fucking pill.”

Lita’s cheeks turn pink, and she tilts her chin high in the air before saying, “Of course.”

Everything is so utterly fucked up right now. Lita is walking away from me, and I feel like I should say something else. That I should apologize to her, but it won’t change what happened. It won’t change the fact that I broke theonerule I have for women, and the condom failed.

I grit my teeth and remind myself, “This is why Ineverfucking sleep with them more than once.”

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