Page 84 of Accidental Theirs
I wince. It doesn’t look good.
“Are youdrunk?”
“I’m in my own house, aren’t I?” I’m getting defensive, even as I try not to slur my words.
She scoffs. “You really are the epitome of the billionaire playboy, aren’t you?”
I shrug. “I don’t have to apologize for that. I've always been upfront about who I am.” I pause, but the alcohol in my system makes more words fall out of my mouth. “Besides, I’m old enough to be your father, and it’s not like I invited you here, now is it? So, what right do you have to question me?”
She drops her arms from her chest, searching my face.
I don’t know what she finds there, but it makes her soften.
“Are you…are you okay?”
For a split second, I think about being honest.
No.
Then I shake my head to clear it, but it only results in making me dizzy. “I’m fine. What did you need to talk to me about? If it’s work-related, can it wait until tomorrow because?—”
“It’s not about work.” Her voice is flat.
Oh, boy. Here it comes.
Is this the “what are we?” conversation? Because I’m not ready for this. Not yet.
I was hoping to spend a bit more time with Olivia before I had to break things off.
I open my mouth to start the spiel.It’s not you, it’s me. We can still be friends.
But before I can speak, Olivia sits downon my couch.
“I’m pregnant.”
Surely, I didn’t hear her right.
“What?”
I’m drunk. That’s all this is. I’m hearing things. Right?
I sit next to her on the couch, hard, staring at her, trying to make her words make sense.
“I’mpregnant,Sebastian.”
“No, you’re not.”
She chuckles. “Tell that to the morning sickness.”
It’s possible that I may be asleep right now.
What if I passed out on the couch like so many other nights like this, and I’m just having some really detailed nightmare?
“Olivia,” I start, but I have no idea how to finish.
“It might be yours.”
“Mightbe?”
