Page 76 of Filthy Elites

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We usedthe bed for the second morning round. Isabelle rolls to the side with a gasp, but I keep my hand nestled between her thighs as I try to catch my breath. She did most of the work this time on her knees, sucking my cock while I ate her pussy. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of making love to her.

With my eyes still closed, I ask, “Are you okay, babe?”

“I’ll be in a minute, or ten.”

We don’t speak for several beats, but then I remember her reaction the first time we had sex and the memory is now nagging at me.

“Can I ask you a question?”

She turns on her side and looks at me. “Sure.”

“Why did you get mad when I joked about you wanting to trap me with a baby?”

The levity leaves her gaze and sadness takes its place.Shit. Way to spoil the morning, Jason.

When she doesn’t answer right way, I add. “You don’t need to tell me.”

She swallows hard. “I guess now that we’re together, you need to know.” Her gaze drops to the mattress, clueing me in this will be a hard truth. “I can’t have children.”

Her answer feels like a punch to my chest. I can’t breathe as I try to process her words. I have many questions, and all of them sound wrong in my head.

“Was it because of Juan?”

She nods, closing her eyes. I sit up and then pull her into my arms. “I’m going to kill him.”

She eases back and looks into my eyes. “No, please promise you won’t go after him.”

I can’t make that promise without lying. I run my fingers over her cheek. “I love you, and I promise I’ll always protect you.”

She hides her face in the crook of my neck, hugging me tighter.

“Let’s stay in this room forever,” I say.

“What about food? We can’t keep doing this on an empty stomach.”

In answer, my stomach growls, making her laugh. It’s music to my ears after this grim revelation.

“See, your belly agrees.” She tosses her legs to the side of the bed and gets up. “I’m taking a shower.”

She’s putting on a brave face for my benefit, and I play along because I don’t want her trauma to stop her from being happy. “Do you want company?”

“Tempting, but I just want to stick to cleaning up.”

I don’t insist; I don’t think I can do much right this second. I might need a couple of hours to recover. While I wait, I search for my phone and turn it back on. I can’t remain cut off from the world only to avoid my mother. And I need a distraction from my dark thoughts.

She left several voice messages, which I’m sure contain all sorts of threats. I don’t delete them, but I do ignore them for now. There’s also a message from Reid, Finn’s third musketeer, and it’s in all caps.

REID: WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, JERKFACE?

I frown at my phone and type a reply.

ME: I just woke up. Why are you yelling?

REID: You were supposed to meet me at the gym an hour ago.

Ah shit.I totally forgot that I asked Reid to help me this morning. I wasn’t thinking clearly when I asked him yesterday to meet up this early on a Sunday. I also didn’t expect to spend the night before fucking Isabelle. But this is too important to blow off.

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