Page 24 of You Again
Chapter 12
Dash~
Ifelt like a caged tiger who knew it was seconds away from freedom.
Stopping myself from fucking Henley on her desk earlier today had been one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Everything male in me had wanted to fuck her dirty and send her to talk to that douchebag with my cum dripping down her thighs. But I had to settle with her smelling like my cologne instead.
Once we had gotten our hormones under control, the meeting had actually gone pretty well. Henley knew her shit, and she easily grasped what Weston Technologies was about. She listened as I told her how I first started creating software and where my ideas came from. She listened as I shared with her how I had a tendency to get lost in work and lose hours of my life to whatever I was creating. She listened to me brag about Scott and everything he brought to the table.
She. Had. Just. Listened.
Towards the end of the meeting, she said she had some ideas she would work up and when she had some preliminaries, she’d call to schedule another meeting. I had cocked my head and raised a brow, and it had taken her only a few seconds to realize how standard business her words were because I planned on spending every night, from here on out, with her naked in my bed. She could show me her ideas any damn time she wanted.
At that point, she had been adamant that we keep our work and personal situations separate. She was not going jeopardize her career for dick-her words, not mine. The sexist pig in me had wanted to remind her that I was rich, and she didn’t have to work. But then I’d have to divulge my plans on marrying her this Friday, and I wasn’t quite sure she was ready to hear that just yet.
A knock at my door snapped me out of my wedding plans and I wondered who it could be. These days with the entire world having cell phones, most people shot off a text or something before just dropping by. And if Scott was here to kill me for blackmailing him into skipping out on our meeting with Henley today, surely, he wouldn’t knock on the front door of my condo and alert me, right? That was a terrible murdering plan.
Opening the front door without looking through the peephole because-come on, it could only be my brother-I found Whitney on my fucking doorstep…or door hallway…or door floor. I shook my head. Whatever. The point was that Whitney was standing at my door and I had no fucking idea why she would be.
So, I told her so. “What in the fuck are you doing here?” I snapped.
Her big blue eyes were shining when she looked up at me. “Oh, Dash, please don’t be like that,” she cried out theatrically. “I…I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
Jesus Christ.How could I have spent a year with someone so stupid? I mean, she had to be super stupid if she believed I gave any kind of fucks about whatever drama she was going through, right?
“What are you talking about?”
She peeked behind me into my condo. “Can I come in?” My expression must have said it all because she quickly added, “Please, Dash. This is so…embarrassing, and I don’t want to give your neighbors a show.”
I take it back.
Whitney wasn’t stupid.
Whitney was fucking nuts.
“Hell no,” I let out. “There’s no way I’m letting you inside my place.”
“Dash, this is important,” she pleaded.
“I don’t give a fuck,” I replied. “I don’t care what you have going on, Whitney, so just leave.”
“I’m pregnant!” she blurted out. I stared at her, stunned. “I’m pregnant, Dash, and…I don’t know what to do.”
I reined in my annoyance at her being here and called on Jesus and all his baby angels to be the decent one here. “What’s that have to do with me, Whitney?”
Whitney’s head reared back, and she went from damsel-in-distress to insulted in a blink of an eye. “What do you mean, Dash?” she spat. “The baby’s yours.”
I laughed.
I laughed so hard, I had to brace my hands on my knees. I was laughing so hard that it took me a second to realize my phone had buzzed in my back pocket. Once I got myself under control, I pulled my phone out and saw it was Henley’s text with her address. I was going to text her back but decided to call her instead. I needed complete honestly for the start of our relationship. No rebound bullshit.
She answered on the second ring. “Dash?”
I kept my eyes pinned on Whitney’s as I spoke to Henley. “Hey, baby, I’ll be running a little late,” I told her.
“Oh…uh, okay,” Henley replied. “Is everything okay?”
“Whitney just showed up at my condo,” I answered smoothly.
