Page 131 of Treason's Temptation
I didn’t know and was scared shitless to take a test. Thankfully, Treason got up early to hit the gym. Unexpected guests and pregnancies were stressful while running a campaign and working a day job. When he got back, I pretended to be asleep to avoid any questions about what was next. Questions I didn’t have the answers to.
Now that he was gone, I needed to get rid of Sloane. Climbing out of bed, I walked down the hallway, the smell of breakfast filling my nostrils.
“Good morning,” she greeted me when I turned the corner.
“Morning.”
“Did you get some sleep?” I grabbed a sausage, giving her a deadpan expression. “Let me prepare myself for your attitude now.”
“No, I didn’t, and I have a full day of stuff to do. Planning this fundraiser. Then dinner tonight with the Langstons,” I rolled my eyes, because I wasn’t in the mood to be scrutinized all night.
“A dinner they wanted to host just to give them something to do.
“Life is boring and redundant when you have their kind of money. All so they can talk about you before your ass hits the driveway to go home.”
“You know it. Insisted on hosting it at Château Noir.”
Sloane’s humor returned, “Some things never change around here.”
Her response pulled me back to the present, where I was still wondering, “Why are you here?”
“Donovan hasn’t seen or heard from you, so when Treason’s assistant showed up on my doorstep saying you needed help, I thought you were in trouble.”
Fallon. It had to be Fallon. She was the only one bold enough to track down Sloane and drag her back to solve a problem Treason told her to let go. She’d met her match because I planned to show her exactly how bold I could be.
“So,” Sloane dragged, flipping the pancakes I didn’t even know she could make, “Treason.”
“Let’s not do this. After breakfast, you need to leave. You’ve laid eyes on me and I’m fine.”
“You’re not, so I think I’m going to stick around for a while.”
“I was before you showed up.”
“Well, get used to being uncomfortable, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere until I feel like it.”
“Why are you like this? Is it your life’s mission to irritate me? You show up here uninvited, telling me I’m pregnant, and now you won’t leave.”
Sloane shrugged, “That IUD has you covered, remember? What difference does it make what I tell you? Lord knows you don’t want to hear shit I have to say.”
She was being annoyingly facetious, turning off the burner.
“I don’t, but you’re here and refusing to leave. So, what makes you think I’m pregnant?” I asked, hating to admit there was a chance Sloane was right.
Selfish, Cold, and Manipulative, but she wasn’t a liar and was as intuitive as fuck. A trait that served her well in scheming men, but it made me clench my hands until my nails dug into my palm.
Sloane rested on the counter, staring back at me like she was posing for the cover of Vogue. No makeup and thick auburn hair, glowing as it framed her face.
“You think I don’t notice you rubbing your temples every five minutes?Headaches. I got bad ones with you. Thirty-some odd years later, ain’t much changed.”
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “I bet you’ve been exhausted lately, too. Nappin’ when you’re normally wide awake. Hornier than usual too. Can’t keep your hands off him, fallin’ deeper into that boy’s trap.”
My brow lifted defiantly.
“Oh, please. You’re grown. Sex is natural, and I know y’all have been ‘round here having plenty. That’s why you’re eating more than you realize now,” she tipped her head toward the sausage in my hand.
My eyes skirted to the plate they were on, realizing half of it was gone.
“All those little things you think are stress?” She paused to smile before enunciating, “It’s called ababy.”
