Page 85 of Keeping London (Flawed Heart)

Finally, I hear someone unlock the door. When it swings open, I’m not face-to-face with Loïc but Sarah, and as I scan down her body—

Her stomach.

My eyes bulge at the sight of her very pregnant belly.

“London!” Sarah exclaims, sounding shocked. “What are you doing here?” The question isn’t asked in a rude tone, but at the same time, I can’t believe she just asked me that.

“To see Loïc.”

I have to stop myself from saying,Duh, afterward. Sarah has this way of bringing out the worst in me.

“Oh, right. Well, um…you can’t see him right now,” she finally stammers out.

My mouth opens wide in a gasp. She’s standing on the other side of the screen door in tight black leggings and an itty-bitty tank top that barely contains her Hooters boobs. Even with a watermelon belly, she’s hotter than most women I know. I hate her.

“What do you mean, I can’t see him right now? Sarah, I want to see Loïc,” I snap.

“I’m sorry, London.” She looks down before her gaze catches mine, and she continues, “He doesn’t want to see you. I’m sorry.”

“That’s ridiculous. Please go tell him I am here. Tell him that I need to see him. You can’t keep him from me,” I bite out.

“Hold on,” she sighs. She has the audacity to look remorseful before she shuts the door in my face.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

A minute later, the door opens.

“He says he doesn’t want to see you and to please go. I’m sorry.” Sarah gives me a faint smile.

“I don’t care what you say. I’m not leaving here until I see my boyfriend.”

“But he broke up with you,” she says bluntly.

What?

Yes, I know she’s referring to the email, and in my heart, I’ve known all along that was his intention, but he didn’t mean it. I know he didn’t.

“It was two words in an email. That hardly counts as a breakup,” I growl at the tall, busty blonde in front of me.

“Well, I think it does to him, so you need to accept it.”

“What are you doing here anyway?” I’m being so rude, but I couldn’t care less. I have one objective, and that’s to see Loïc. The fact that she’s stopping me is really pissing me off.

“I live here—with Loïc.”

That bitch just threw those last two words in to piss me off.

“Why?”

“Because he wants me here. Because I want to. We’re going to raise the baby here.”

And there you have it.

That one little word is like a freezing waterfall extinguishing my small candle.

Baby.

A second ago, I would have knocked this bitch down to get to Loïc, but that word completely doused my fire. In the blink of an eye, I lost my fight.

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