Page 106 of Venomous Vows

And so do I.

But, on the regular, I get them anyway and I’m going to win this fight, argument, or whatever else the fuck you want to call it.

However, I’m the one who caves first.

ADRIAN: What do you want?

ELENA: Security that you’re not going to leave whenever you want when you want.

ADRIAN: That’s kinda hard when I run this bitch.

ELENA: It’s not just you anymore. There have to be adjustments.

ADRIAN: You’re putting me on a curfew?

ELENA: I’m not.

ELENA: But our baby is.

My fingers freeze over the keyboard on my phone as I repeatedly read her last text message. A hollowness forms in my gut, followed by denial.

Elena didn’t want children and she plainly just saidourbaby.

ADRIAN: What are you saying to me right now? Are you pregnant?

ELENA: Yes.

Fuck.

I just started to get this woman to turn around on me and shamelessly ride my dick. Now I’ve just impregnated her like I did it on purpose.

ADRIAN: Are you all right? When did you find this out? You need to tell me where you are, Elena.

ELENA: I think I’m still in shock, but I’m okay.

ADRIAN: You’re having MY baby. How can you be fine?

ELENA: I’m not so sure it’s your baby.

My heart clenches in my chest as that hollowness grows tighter when another text message comes through.

ELENA: Just kidding.

I might be right.

I think I may just kill this woman for my own sanity’s sake.

“Sir, we’re here.”

Glancing up from my phone, we’re sitting in front of my house. “The fuck are we here for? I told you to head to another hotel.”

“I received a text message, sir, from the hacker. Her phone is pinging from inside the house.”

My nostrils flare as I throw open the passenger door and march up the stoned steps. The front door flies with an abrupt and pissed-off thud against the wall as my eyes scan every inch.

My woman.

The female who has been fucking around with my head for the last eighteen-plus hours.

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