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Fuck.
“How far along are you?” I ask, hoping there’s still a way outta this.
“Almost eight weeks.”
Doing the math, I realize that she’s right. It’s likely my kid.
Double fuck.
“Anyway, I wanted you to know,” she says, interrupting my thoughts. “And I thought… Well…”
“You thought what?”
“Since I’m having your baby, I thought you’d want to… I don’t know… get hitched or something.”
I laugh bitterly. “Get hitched?” I repeat. “That’s not how this is gonna work.”
“Then how will it work?” she demands, jumping to her feet. “I’m not having an abortion.”
I rear back at her words. “And I didn’t say anything about that. You’re gonna do what you’re gonna do. If you have it, I’ll support it.”
“It’s a person, not a thing.”
“You know what I mean.” I heave a sigh. “Glitter, you and me… We’re not a thing. But I won’t be an absent dad. You have my word on that.”
Triple fuck. I’m tied to her forever now.
“We’d be good together, Spike. Real good.”
“Never gonna happen.”
“Never say never,” she quips, an odd grin curving her lips.
“Never,” I reiterate, my tone lethal.
Glitter turns to walk away. “We’ll see,” she says over her shoulder.
Lifting the sonogram pictures and staring at them, my mind races. Of course, this is my luck. Just when I felt like I might have a chance with Ivory, Glitter fucks it up.
Okay, fine. Maybe I don’t stand a chance in hell with Ivory, but a man can dream, right?
Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.
CHAPTER 15
IVORY
“Alright,we’ve got a lot to discuss today.”
Megan stands at the head of the conference room table, waiting for the side conversations to die down. We have three part-time employees: Jackie, Dale, and Stacy. Milton and Jeremy are full-time, along with Megan and me. We called everyone in today for an impromptu round table discussion, so this should be an interesting staff meeting.
There’ll be so many questions I’m not ready to answer.
I stand and clear my throat. “Thank you all for coming in today, even though most of you had the day off.”
“Everything okay, boss?” Milton asks.
Stacy shifts in her chair. “Yeah, we’re not all getting fired, are we?”
