Page 66 of Stealing the Biker

“Save it, Sabrina,” I cut her off. “We’re done.”

Her face crumples as tears well in her eyes. “Jimmy, I love you.”

“I loved you, too,” I say firmly. “But we can’t build a relationship off lies.”

“I didn’t lie to you.” She twists her fingers into knots. “I may have been wrong about the timing, but I am pregnant.”

“Stop lying.”

“I’m not lying. I swear. Look.” She stomps over to the fridge and rips something from the door. “Here.”

I stare at the test results. She could have easily faked them like everything else. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You knew about Kiesha the whole time, and this was your way to get back at me.”

“Of course I knew. You didn’t do very good of a job hiding it. But this wasn’t a revenge plot. I want to be with you. I don’t want to lose you to her.”

“I don’t think you ever really had me, Brina. Not really. If I loved you the way I thought, I never would have looked twice at someone else. But I did.”

“You made a mistake. I told you I’d forgive you,” she retorts, her eyes spitting fire.

“No,” I reply coolly, “I’m in love with her and I fucked it all up.”

Her eyes well up again and she wipes angrily at a tear snaking down her cheek. “How can you say that? After everything we’ve been through together.”

“Everything we’ve been through doesn’t justify your lies, Sabrina. Love isn’t about deceit or manipulation. It’s about trust, respect, and honesty. You should have told me the truth. I should have been honest about everything. I’m not placing all the blame on you. I know what I did is inexcusable. You should hate me. Not be trying to manipulate me into staying with you based on more lies.”

“I’m scared,” she whispers, biting her trembling lip.

“Of what?”

Sabrina stares at me, a desperate plea in her eyes. But there is no room for negotiation, no room for unraveling what has already been done. “I fucked up. Really fucked up. I’m not lying about the baby, Jimmy. I swear. But you are right. I was trying to deceive you. I did something and I don’t know what to do.” Her shoulders sag and she shakes her head slowly, tears streaming down her face now. “I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

A heavy sigh leaves my lips. “I don’t hate you, Sabrina. Now tell me what you did that’s so terrible.”

“If you don’t hate me yet, you will. I am pregnant, but the baby isn’t yours. I…I went to the clubhouse one night looking for you and I had a few drinks with Angel and the next thing I knew, I was in a room with her and that Crawl guy.” She buries her face in hands and bursts into tears.

“Be so fucking for real. You’re having Crawl’s kid and thought you could pass it off as mine? The dude is old enough to be your dad.”

“I was scared. I’m terrified.”

“Does he know?”

She shakes her head.

“You’ve gotta tell him.”

“I know. You’re right. I just thought if I could convince you that you’d never know, and we could be happy.”

“It would have been a lie.”

“I know that, Jimmy. You have no idea what it’s like to watch the man you love fall in love with someone else and feel helpless to stop it.”

“I don’t understand, but I know what it feels like to lose someone. I can forgive you, but you’ve got to tell Crawl the truth. He deserves to know that he’s going to be a father.”

“I know. I promise. I’ll tell him.”

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