Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
“Are you all right?” he asks as I stare down into my lap.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I just need to eat something.”
I scoot forward in my seat to place some cheese and crackers on a napkin to stuff my face and keep myself from spilling the truth. Cam pours us both a glass of cider and hands me one.
I down the cider, then start to stuff the food into my mouth. My stomach sours as I think about all the wrongs I’ve done to my friend. Can I even be considered a friend at this point?
Cam has been nothing but good to me, but I’ve been a bitch since we graduated high school. Maybe even before then.
I whined about being left behind when all of that was my fault. I placed his brother’s health in danger more than once. Then I cheated on him for almost four years with someone he once considered a friend.
Yeah, I’m not a friend at all. If I do this to Cam, I’ll just be driving that fact home.
Cam continues. “If we get married, I’d like for you to sign a prenup. I have a copy here for you to look over. You can take your time.”
I swallow hard and place my now empty napkin down so I can reach for the papers he’s holding.
I begin to read them over and my head begins to pulse. My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes. The entitled spoiled brat I had been deserves this. The woman sitting here now, in her newfound maturity, understands this.
However, when I get to the clause about the paternity of the baby, my tears spill over, and I know I can’t go through with this. He must know I’m hiding something, and this clause will leave me with nothing if this baby isn’t his.
“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he asks, looking at me with concern.
“Cam, I need to tell you something.”
“Okay, I’m listening. Go on.”
I take a deep, fortifying breath and begin to gather my words. I need to say it all. He needs to know the whole truth.
“I’m so sorry. I love you, but I’ve been in love with someone else. I … we hooked up during that break we took your freshman year. I was so confused and conflicted about what I had done.
“Then we got back together. You know the pressure our mamas have been placing us under. I didn’t want to disappoint them.
“But I liked the way he made me feel. It was different from us. I thought for sure you were hooking up with girls all along. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to keep things with him going.
“Christmas break turned into a year. Then a year turned into three and then I had fallen in love with him, but I love you too. I’m just not in love with you. Not like I thought I was.
“Truth is, we broke up right after you and I did, and I’m not sure whose baby I’m carrying. It could be yours. It could be his, but I can’t keep lying to you. It makes me sick. I’m so sorry, Cam.”
His face is full of shock, making me feel even worse. The tears won’t stop falling from my eyes. I’m losing everything, but at least I can stop feeling disgusting.
“I promise I wasn’t going to go through with this. Your mama just figured out I was pregnant and assumed it was your baby. You know how she gets.
“Before I knew it, I was telling you it was yours. I completely understand if you never want to have anything to do with me. If it is your baby, we can co-parent if that’s what you want. If not, I understand,” I sob.
Cam is so silent I don’t know what to do. I blink away my tears and try to calm myself. When I look into his eyes, he’s giving me that smile I know him so well for.
It’s warm and inviting. It’s the smile of my friend I’ve known all my life. I’m so confused as he slides closer and tugs me into his embrace.
Cameron
I should be mad as fuck that she was cheating on me for four years. I should also be pissed she was going to pass someone else’s baby off on me, but I’m not. I’m relieved more than anything.
I could laugh my ass off right now. I came into this villa feeling like a total asshole for what I planned to do. My father had the paternity clause added to the prenup.
If the baby is mine, I planned to give her twenty million in the divorce. That should have been more than enough for her and the baby to live comfortably. Not that I don’t plan to be around to help raise my child.
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with Kay. The baby has nothing to do with that. However, if it was not my child, she wouldn’t have walked away without a dime. That was my daddy’s stipulation.