Page 47 of Risk

“Is it mine?”

It’s my turn to feel like I was just hit. In the worst possible way.

“No, it’s your doorman’s. I just thought I’d come up here and tell you before I told him the news.”

“Fuck. Sorry. I…it’s just…you were with that guy at Zeus’s party, and I know you said you were just friends, but…”

This second hit is a sucker punch to the stomach.

My body freezes cold. “The baby is yours. I haven’t had sex with anyone since you. But we can do a paternity test. I just came here to tell you that I was pregnant. Which I’ve done, so, yeah, I’m out of here.”

Water bottle still clutched to my chest, I stomp my way to the waiting elevator and stab at the button to take me to the lobby and out of this fucking building and far away from him.

And yet again, unsurprisingly, he doesn’t try to stop me.

EIGHTEEN

Well, that went about as well as could have been expected. Actually, no, it was worse than I’d expected. Because in every scenario I had run through my head, not in one of them did Kaden say,Is it mine?

Like, is that a line that men are taught in high school to say when a woman tells them she’s pregnant? While us girls are taught how not to get knocked up in sex education, are boys’ sex education classes showing them how to react if she does get knocked up, starting with the classic,Is it mine?and,How did this happen?followed by,But I wore a condom,andI thought you were on the pill?

Like, why the fuck would I go to tell him that I got pregnant with another man? Does he just think I’m doing the rounds to everyone I know, saying,Oh, hey, just came to tell you that I’m pregnant. Don’t worry; it’s not yours. Right, I’ll be off then?

Fucking moron.

I mean, first off, does he think that I hook up with guys on the regular? Even if he does, that’s beside the point. Because doeshe actually think I’d have gone all the way to his apartment to tell him that I was pregnant if I wasn’t one hundred percent sure that the baby growing inside of me was half his?

Fucking asshole!

Honestly, I’m just so mad at him right now. I just can’t believe him.

Is it mine?

No, it’s your fucking doorman’s! I just thought I’d come here and tell you I was pregnant for the hell of it!

Which is what I did say.

Ugh. For fuck’s sake.

It was just so damn insulting.

I am not a violent person at all, but looking back, I really wish I’d thrown the bottle of water at his head the moment those words left his mouth.

Said bottle of water is now in my refrigerator. When I hurriedly left his place, luck was on my side because I managed to flag a passing cab and came straight home. It would have only been a short walk to my place, but I was in no mood to walk home, and I didn’t realize the bottle was still gripped in my hand until I was getting out some money to pay the cab driver.

I didn’t want to look athisstupid bottle of water, but I couldn’t toss it in the trash because I couldn’t be wasteful. There are people in the world who don’t have easy access to water, so throwing it away was a big no-no. Hence why it’s in the fridge.

I’ve just been sitting here, fuming for God knows how long, replaying the conversation over and over in my head, and the more I think about what he said, the angrier I get.

And he might be hot and incredibly good in bed—well, great, in fact—but he’s a total jerk. Not the guy I thought he was at all. In all the years I’ve known him, I never thought he’d be such an ass like that. Guess I never knew him at all. Or maybe I just painted him in pretty colors because I was crushing hard on him.

When the door buzzer goes off, my head swivels in its direction, and I stare at it accusingly.

I’m not expecting anyone.

But I have a strong feeling that it’s going to be Kaden down there, pressing the buzzer for my door.

I want to ignore him because I’m pissed off at him.

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