Mr. Big Jerk: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Kinda Cocky Series Book 3), стр. 31

“Neither of you can tell your men, either. Because you know they’ll blab one hundred percent to Clint.”

Kelly raked her hand through her hair. “Did you forget your implant or something? Don’t you have that arm thing?”

My head fell back. “I forgot about the doctor’s appointment. But, I rescheduled it for two days later, so I figured I was fine.”

Kelly sighed. “So, how long have you and Clint been seeing one another?”

I swallowed hard. “Maybe a month? We hooked up twice, and I told him that if we were going to start seeing each other outside of work, then I wanted to start all over. I wanted to shelve the physical stuff until we actually got to know one another. And he’s been surprisingly patient with me.”

Karina giggled. “Awww, that’s so sweet.”

Kelly’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know he had it in him.”

I glared at the two of them. “And I’m seeing him tonight for dinner. So, don’t fuck up between now and then. Promise me.”

They nodded in unison. “We promise.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Creepy. You two are creepy as fuck.”

The girls stayed for a while, trying to calm me down. But, eventually, I had to kick them out. In some ways, it was nice to know I could rely on them during a crisis. I still missed them, though. I closed the door behind them and pressed my forehead against the door. Tonight over dinner was probably the best time to speak with Clint, but I was scared. What if he got upset? What if he accused me of sleeping around on him? I mean, it wasn’t as if we were officially dating, but I was under the impression that we weren’t seeing any other people.

What if he’s seeing other people?

I felt sick to my stomach. I turned around, pressing my back against the door before I slid down to my ass. No, I had to do it. I had to find the nerve to talk with Clint about things tonight. Even if it ruined us. Even if he walked away. Even if he got upset, accused me of being a hoe like my friends just did, and walked out. I had to do it. Because he did deserve to know, even if he wanted nothing to do with the baby after this.

Or me.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed.

After I got done feeling sorry for myself, I pulled myself off the floor. Clint was going to be here in a couple of hours to cook for me, and I needed to clean up more than just myself. I needed to hide those tests, hide any evidence of my anxiety, and relax as much as I could.

Though, part of me knew I wouldn't be able to hide from him for long.

I shuffled into the bathroom and poured the urine down the sink. I tossed the glass cup into the trash, along with the tests and the pregnancy box. I piled other trash on top of it to make sure it was buried, then I ran the hottest shower I could stand. I didn’t feel clean anymore. I didn’t feel right. I felt off-kilter, exhausted, and ready for a long night’s rest. Clint would already know something was up, though. I knew he’d come over curious about things since I called out of work this morning.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I murmured.

I let the hot water roll over my body as I watched it swirl down the drain. I didn’t want to move from this spot. The shower was where I did all my best thinking. All my best scheming. And I knew if I stayed in here long enough, I’d come up with a plan to fix all of this. Either that or the hot water would eventually wake me up from this nightmare I’d stepped into.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

I sank to the floor of the shower and curled my legs up to my chest. In a few months, I wouldn't be able to do that. In a few months, my body would be so massive I wouldn't be able to fit in any of my clothes. I’d need an entirely new wardrobe. Plus, I’d have to find a new place to live. This apartment wasn’t suitable for raising a child, especially in the part of town I inhabited. I mean, I felt safe as a single woman who carried mase in her purse. But, I certainly wouldn’t feel safe as a young, single mother without any career prospects and no chance in hell of ever having the life I wanted.

“Yeah, like I know what that is,” I breathed.

I forced myself to clean up nonetheless, though. I had less than two hours at this point to get ready before Clint would show up with food. And I hoped that the food he cooked didn’t make me sick to my stomach. I turned off the water and got ready for our dinner date, making sure to put on my best dress. The sleek black number hugged my curves, and it gave me pause as I stood there in the mirror.

Will my body be the same after I give birth?

As much as I hated the idea of having a child right now, I couldn't stomach the idea of an abortion. Or even adoption. I knew my parents would help me out, though they’d be pissed. So, there was that. But, I also knew my father would kill Clint. And I mean, my father would slaughter that man. Especially if he walked away from me.

“Would he really walk away, though?” I whispered.

I wasn’t sure. I mean, my gut reaction was that he’d stay at my side. But, I also thought I’d have my two best friends forever. And the past few months had shown that to be a wrong assumption as well. And when that knock came at that door, I almost jumped out of my skin.

“Roxy, you here?” Clint asked through the door.

I drew in a deep breath. “Game time.”

And as he knocked on the