Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I am.” I kept my eyes closed, hoping it would stop the room from spinning. My nipples still tingled from my orgasms, but they started to itch and pinch with pain.
“And who is the father, or do you even fucking know?”
“There it is, the friendly reminder that I’m nothing more than a whore. Thanks, Jas.”
“Back to the whore thing again, are we?” I sat up slowly and glared at him. “You’re happy to be the recipient of my services, but you love to throw it back in my face just to hurt me.”
He said nothing, which was good because I was on a roll.
“Since I’m such a whore, let’s pretend I don’t know who the father is. All right? Does that work for you?”
He let out an angry growl and crawled on the bed until he was right in my face until all I could see were the flecks of color in his green eyes.
I winced at the motion. “Don’t wobble the fucking bed!”
I slapped a hand over my mouth; the yelling was too much. I pushed Jasper away and fled from the bed like my ass was on fire, making it to the bathroom just in time to avoid a lengthy clean-up session.
“Fuck,” I groaned to myself and pushed up to my feet, rinsing my face and my mouth with cold water.
Jasper stared at my reflection in the mirror from the doorway, arms folded, his king of the world expression firmly in place.
“Who is the father, Mo?”
He didn’t want to know the truth. I knew it even if Jasper didn’t. With a sigh, I turned to him and took in the sight of him, knowing that after I told him the truth, this might be the last time we were together like this.
“Despite what you think you know about me, I haven’t been with anyone in months. Until you fucked me a little over two months ago. And then just now. Figure it out for yourself since you know so much.”
“Me?” He threw his head back and laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the goddamn world. Disbelief was written all over his handsome face. “You have to be fucking kidding me.”
I shrugged off his words. “Okay.”
“What the fuck does that mean, Mo?”
“It means you will believe what you want to believe, Jasper. I haven’t even decided if I’m keeping this baby, so what you think doesn’t matter to me. You’re so sure it’s not yours, then it’s really none of your business. So if you don’t mind, get the fuck out.”
How I managed to stay so calm, I’d never know. Maybe it was just protecting my baby and my heart.
Jasper got in my face, so close the kitchen vanity dug into my back. “If that’s my baby, there is no fucking way you’re killing it.”
I pushed at his chest and ignored the tears that stung my eyes. “You don’t believe this baby is yours, so it’s nothing for you to worry about.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Mo.” He was serious and angry and so hot I wanted to grab his cock to see if it was hard again. Or still hard.
Instead, I shrugged. “Don’t threaten me. It’s not your choice to make, Jasper, so I will do what I need to, what I have to do, for me. No one else but me.”
His chest pressed against mine, his face twisted into an angry scowl.
“Oh, I haven’t even begun to threaten you, Mo. Not yet.”
His gaze raked over my body, as real and visceral as the way his mouth had earlier. I shivered at the memory, at the heat in his gaze.
He wanted to hate fuck me right now. I could feel it.
And I wanted him to.
Jasper took a step back, then another, a wicked smile on his face as he disappeared from view. Moments later, the front door opened and then closed. My body relaxed when I confirmed that he was gone, but my heart raced like crazy.
Now that Jasper knew I was pregnant, I had to figure out what the fuck my next step would be. He wasn’t a man to fuck around with, but I wouldn’t let him force the decision before I was ready to make it.
It was my decision to make and mine alone.
Fuck what he thought.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Jasper
Mo was pregnant. Fucking pregnant and claiming that the baby was mine. Un-fucking-believable. With all the shit I had going on in my life, this was the last goddamn thing I needed.
I didn’t believe her, of course. I had a shit ton of money, and it was no secret Mo appreciated the finer things in life.
Having a baby with an Ashby would set her up even better than she already was, but she hadn’t said a thing. She already had books and shit about being pregnant, which meant despite her flippant words, she was planning on keeping it.