Page 54 of Sweet Possession

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Panic courses through me. Jesus. I can’t get pregnant. How did this happen? I know how. I’ve been distracted. If not by Asher, then with everything else we have going on. Louis and Logan Carrington. Brody. Tears prick my eyes. How could I be so stupid? I feel a panic attack coming on as anxiety takes over, and my brain becomes muddled with the possibility of me carrying Asher’s baby.

Automatically, my hands move to my stomach, and I lay them flat. My eyes widen and I pull them away as if I have been burnt.

No.

No.

No.

Taking a breath, I try to calm my racing heart. Maybe I’ve been lucky, and I won’t be pregnant? I mean it’s been a couple weeks since I took one, but I’ve had no signs of pregnancy. I even had my period… a couple weeks ago. I blow out a breath.

Yeah, there’s no way.

Feeling a little calmer, I push a pill out of the sleeve and into my palm, only to startle when Asher’s voice sounds. “What are you doing?”

Plastering on a smile, I spin to face him. “Just taking my birth control.” I open my palm as if to prove something. What, I don’t know. Jesus. What would Asher think if I was carrying his child? Would he think I was trying to trap him?

His eyes narrow and then he smiles, but I can tell it’s forced. Why would he force a smile at me taking my pill? I don’t have time to think about that right now. Popping it into my mouth, I swallow and then make my way downstairs to prepare breakfast.

ChapterThirty-One

ASHER

I go through the motions of teaching my last class of the day, but my mind isn’t in it. Hasn’t been in it all day.

It’s back in my bedroom with my angel.

She looked panicked. Scared. Something is definitely up. And that something has to do with her birth control.

I’ve noticed over the last couple of weeks she hasn’t been taking it. To say I was ecstatic about that would be an understatement. I want her pregnant with my child. I just didn’t want to go to the extremes of tricking her into it. I may not have reminded her to take her birth control, but it’s not my responsibility to do so… and anyway, it seemed like fate when she got lax with taking that little white pill.

Did I make sure to fuck her any chance I got? Sure I did. If she happens to get pregnant, will I be happy? Damn right I will.

My hands fist when I think about how she had to go and spot the package this morning. I wish now that I’d hidden it when I had the chance.

Watching her as she swallowed down that pesky pill, a burst of anger had shot through me. I don’t want her to take it. But how do I tell her that? It would surely scare her off. She’s only eighteen, and she has big dreams. But she would make such a good mother.

Leaning back in my seat, I groan and then remember I have a class full of teenagers. Sure enough, they’re all looking at me, no doubt waiting for me to give them direction on what to do next. Clearing my throat, I say, “Turn to page 106 in your textbook.” I don’t know how I remember the exact page, but I do. “We are having a surprise test. I want you to solve the trigonometric equations over the next couple of pages and then hand them in at the end.” Groans sound around the room, but I don’t care. I need them to do something so I can go back to thinking about my angel and how I want her round with my child. “Time starts now. You have,” I glance at my watch, “twenty minutes.”

I watch as they get to work, but my mind drifts where it always does.

Remi.

My angel.

The best thing that ever happened to me.

I think back to the day I walked into that club. How I was feeling that day. Betrayed. Broken. Then I saw her. She was like an angel appearing before me. I never believed in love at first sight, but in that moment, I knew I had to have her.

And now I will do anything to keep her as mine.

Twenty minutes fly by fast and the bell sounds, signaling the end of class. I don’t move from my position as sheets of paper land on my desk and kids file out. Tidying the tests up, I shove them in my drawer to grade another day. I’m not doing it right now, not when I have my angel to meet. I’m taking her for another driving lesson tonight, and over the holidays she will take her test and hopefully get her license. She is more than ready to drive, and it will give her some independence. I hate dropping her off every morning and letting her walk, even if it’s only a short way.

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