Page 193 of Accidental Theirs
“Of course, it's about last night. You told me you loved me.”
He smiles. “Because I do love you, Liv.”
He cups my face and kisses me and then taps me lightly on the butt before heading past me to the coffee maker.
“Th-that’s it? That’s all you have to say to me? What about Sebastian? Damien?”
“You should talk to them.”
His voice is low and calm, but it makes me suspicious nonetheless.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you need to talk to them. Individually. It’s Saturday, so they’re off work.”
I’m losing my mind.
“You’re... pushing me to go and see them? Who are you, and what have you done with Dominic?”
He laughs out loud, throwing his head back. He looks loose in a way that I haven’t seen in... well, years.
“Just talk to them, honey. It’ll work itself out.” He kisses the top of my head and heads to my living room with his coffee.
“Okay...” I say slowly and then grab my keys, frowning.
Normally, I’d call Marie or Roland, try to get some clarity. But clearly, I can’t do that anymore.
My two friends have betrayed me, and I have to admit I’m feeling a bit raw about it.
I could go to Damien’s or Sebastian’s, but in the end, I find myself at my father’s mansion.
The guard buzzes me in right away, and my father meets me on the porch, frowning.
“Olivia? You never show up without a text, are you okay?”
I throw myself into my father’s arms, and he stumbles backward before holding me tight.
Tears flow down my face, and I can’t seem to stop them.
Still holding me, he murmurs comforts in my ear until I finally pull away, wiping my face.
“Olivia. Kiddo. What’s wrong?”
“A lot. I’m afraid to tell you.”
“Well, you’re not pregnant, are you?”
I freeze.
It’s something my father has asked me often, especially when I was a teenager and said I did something bad.
“Oh, Livvie.”
Tears spurt from my eyes again at the childhood nickname.
“Daddy,” I sob, and he takes me into his arms again.
“It's okay. We’ll take care of it, kiddo. Whatever you want to do.”
