Page 22 of Plea
“Carson, what?—”
“I’m only going to ask you this once,” I warned her calmly, resting my hands on her desk. “And please don’t fucking lie to me, Asia. Is there a chance your baby isn’t mine?”
Her eyes almost popped out of her head. “W-what? How could you ask me something like th?—”
“Do. Not. Lie,” I demanded through gritted teeth, pointing my finger in her face.
Huffing, she covered her face. When she sat back in her seat, she confessed, “Yes, there’s a chance the baby isn’t yours. Honestly, I know it isn’t. I’m not eight weeks pregnant. I’mtwelve. When I found that out, I knew the baby was Dru’s and not yours.”
“Who the fuck is Dru, and why are you trying to pass his baby off as mine?”
“He’s my ex,” she confessed with watery eyes. “He’s married. I didn’t find out until we were six months into our relationship. We’d been broken up for a couple of days when you and I met, and I think that’s why I moved so fast with you. I just… needed a distraction from the pain, you know?”
“So what? You decided to pass his baby off as mine because he’s married?”
Her head bobbed as she sniffled with tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yes,” she muttered. “And I know that was fucked up, but I won’t apologize for wanting the best for my baby. I knew you would provide that. That’s why when I realized he was the father I decided to never tell him. He’s trash, and I don’t want that kind of man anywhere near my baby.”
“Yourbaby,” I emphasized, “not mine. Did you take into consideration the damage you’d be doing to me and the child I’d be raising who wasn’t mine? Or were you only concerned with what you wanted?”
Her eyes blinked and she stared at me, as if she couldn’t process what I was asking. Chuckling, I stood upright.
“I need written confirmation that this isn’t my child just for my personal records. Schedule a DNA test for us as soon as possible.”
Her head bobbed rapidly.
“Carson, I’m sor?—”
“Please don’t. Those words do nothing to correct the flawed shit you did. I’m just grateful I found out.”
“How did you find out?” she asked as I headed out of the office. “Carson!”
Ignoring her, I continued out. As far as I was concerned, the how didn’t matter, and neither did the why. What she did was detestable, and I’d never trust her or look at her the same again. As happy as I was to have a baby on the way, I couldn’t ignore how disappointed I was that it was with Asia. There was always something about her and this situation that didn’t sit right with me, and now I knew why. All I could do was thank God for working on my behalf and allowing me to avoid spending the rest of my life tied to a woman who could do something so despicable.
If this was the reason Venus had come into my life, I’d be grateful for that alone, but something was telling me things weren’t over between us yet.
Chapter
Fifteen
Venus
Three Days Later
I couldn’t getCarson off my mind. Saying I was worried about him would be an understatement. All I could think about was if he was okay. If I was right. If the baby wasn’t his. Even though I knew where to find him, I was trying to keep my distance. I told myself he knew where to find me too, so if he needed or wanted me, he would come to me. Maybe it was for the best if he didn’t. After the last time we saw each other, space was needed. Hell, no contact was needed. That man made me cum in that seat, and I felt the tremors when I dreamed about him every night.
No man had ever affected me in that way.
No man had ever made me cum off his words.
And it wasn’t just the fact that he made me cum in his office. It was the fact that I came while I dreamed about him too. Like clockwork, I’d jump out of my sleep every time he called me a good girl, and my pussy would be pulsing. I didn’t know how long it would last or what I needed to do to make it stop. Toget him out of my head. The deeper he got inside my mind, the guiltier I felt about marrying another man.
Regardless of if Carson and I never got together, was it fair for me to marry Trevor knowing I had such intense reactions toward and feelings for another man?
I decided to leave work and go for a run. Working out always helped me clear my mind. If that didn’t help, I’d take an edible and pray that worked.
My feet stopped moving at the sight of Carson. He was dressed casually for a change in a Nike sweatsuit. He looked good as fuck, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.
“Hi.” I spoke as he grinned down at me. I was considered tall for a woman at five-eight, yet he towered over me, and Ilovedthat shit. Trevor was about two inches taller than me and… Why the hell was I thinking about Trevor?
