Page 86 of One Night Seduction

“Even if you are pregnant, which I severely doubt, there is no way it’s mine. We fucked once in the last three years. God knows how many men have been inside you in the last three weeks.”

She sneers at me, attempting and failing to keep her cool.

“It’s your baby, Logan.”

I raise my hands in bewilderment. “You literally admitted that you fucked Tom within days of me. It’s probably his.”

“I know that’s what you’d hope, but Tom and I always used protection. You, however, came inside my cunt, and now your child is growing inside me.”

Her tone seems like it’s supposed to be upset or maybe even irritated. The winning grin on her face tells me that she feels nothing of the sort, though.

That nausea from before is hitting me full force. I can hear the blood pounding in my ears as she carries on. This can’t be happening. She has to be lying. She doesn’t look pregnant, she’s a manipulative bitch.

As if she can read my thoughts, she reaches into her purse and pulls out a pregnancy test, setting it on my desk. The word pregnant glares at me as she sets down another. Pregnant. Kelly pulls out one more that looks like it hasn’t been used yet as she waves it in front of me.

“I’m happy to take another in front of you if that’s what it takes.”

I feel my chest begin to heave, anger thrumming through my veins as I turn to my desk, hastily grabbing my briefcase, phone, and Arianna’s present.

Fuck.

Arianna. This is going to kill her. It’s killing me. What the fuck have I done?

“I want a paternity test immediately.”

“Fine by me,” Kelly says.

Shaking my head, I storm out of my office and down the hallway.

“Mr. Cunningham,” Louise calls out, but I put my hand up to stop her.

If I talk to anyone except Arianna right now, I’m gonna blow the fuck up, and no one deserves that. This is my fuck up. I got shit faced drunk and fucked my ex. Without a condom. All because I was falling in love with her daughter, who kept pushing me away. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

When I get to my car, I type out a quick text to Arianna.

Me: Meet me at home as soon as you can.

Her response comes immediately.

Sparrow: What happened? Is everything okay?

No. Everything is fucked beyond belief. I don’t want her to be scared and driving erratically, though.

Me: Everything is fine, Sparrow. Drive home to me as soon as you can.

Sparrow: On my way.

I’m sitting in the living room, my knee bouncing uncontrollably as I wait for her. I debated giving her the camera first, like it would somehow soften the blow. In reality, I know that’s a terrible fucking idea, so I hid it away for now as I clench my fists together and wait.

When the front door opens, I don’t feel ready for what comes next. Telling her feels like it’s making it real, and it could very well not be. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe I should wait to say anything until the paternity test. I could be spiraling over nothing but a bullshit lie.

I can’t do that, though. In our relationship, trust is the most important thing to the both of us. If I don’t come to her with something like this immediately and she ever finds out…I’m not willing to risk that.

A concerned looking Arianna steps in the door, her hair up in a sleek ponytail I absolutely love. She’s wearing a pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt, but she makes the entire outfit look completely breathtaking.

“Hey, what’s going on?” she asks with a frown.

I stand to my feet, wrapping my arms around her as I just hold her. We stand there for several seconds before I look down at her.

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