Page 87 of Hacking His Code
“I bought a couple of new outfits for work.” I open up the portable wardrobe I purchased and display the formal pantsuits.”
“You’re not wearing professional attire to girls’ night!” Neon’s voice is ripe with disdain. “You’re wearing this teal, button-up floral shirt and the corset on top. We’ll leave a few buttons undone to show a little cleavage.”
When I try to speak up, she glares at me. “Zip it!”
Might as well wear the corset while I still can. It’s not like it’s going to fit in a few months anyway.
That thing they tell you about sex, you know, that warning that gets drilled into you from the moment you find out what sex is—the big ole pregnancy warning…well, it appears that I am determined to never learn from the mistakes of others.
That’s right—I’m pregnant. Or, it’s highly probable. My period is three days late, three weeks after having unprotected sex.
And if that wasn’t enough confirmation, a pee stick confirmed it this morning.
“Fine, I’ll wear it. But what skirt do I wear?”
“Oh, you’re wearing these black booty shorts and a pair of thigh-high boots!”
“Neon!”
She chuckles. “I have all my friends calling me that now.”
“It’s fitting.”
“Look, just let me do what I’m good at in life,” she pleads.
I pout my lip out. “God, when did I become so weak-willed?”
Neon coaxes me out of my pajamas and helps me get dressed because there is no way I’d be able to figure out how to wear a corset on my own. Then she does my hair and makeup, turning me into the sexy siren I never knew I could be.
I look even more audacious than I did for the Davies’ family dinner, which Hunter had assured me I looked tame at. I didn’t feel tame, though, and now, I feel wild as I look in the mirror.
“God, you look so hot. Men will be begging for your number.”
“Jokes on them because I’m the absolute last person they’re going to want to date.”
“Oh, really… you work for the fucking Icors and probably earn a shit ton of money. You’re smart, low maintenance, have a killer rack, and you’re hot. If you can’t find a man, womankind has no hope.”
I take a steady breath, bracing for what I’m about to tell her.
I’ve never confided much in other women, but Neon has been here for me when I really needed her, and I absolutely can’t keep what I’m about to tell her to myself.
“Neon?” I say to the rainbow-colored pixie.
“Yes?”
“I’m pregnant.”
She blinks her glitter eyelashes back at me. “Like, knocked up? You’re going to have a baby?”
“Yeah.”
It takes her a moment to process what I just said, and I don’t much like the critical gaze she’s giving me, but I might as well get used to it.
“Would it be insensitive for me to ask who the father is?”
My eyes grow round from shock. “Yes!”
“Just kidding! It’s Hunter! I know it’s Hunter.”
