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Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia, Novella, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
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“Quinn. Please be good while I’m gone.” He sounds defeated.

“Okay.” I let out a huff.

There is no fun in teasing when he says it that way. Am I starting to wear on him? I thought my teasing and pushing the edge was fun for both of us. Again, as soon as I think I know a bit more about my husband, I lose it and think I don’t know anything at all.

His eyes drop to my mouth, and I think he’s going to come back for another kiss, but he doesn't. He turns, leaving out of the bedroom door. Tears slip down my cheeks. I don’t know if it’s my hormones or my heart making me cry so much this week. I’m sure it’s a bit of both. But a big part is frustration.

Twice, I’ve told Logan we need to talk. Each time I’d get cut off with that mouth of his. He still makes love to me every night. How is it possible to have that closeness every day but still have the space between us grow wider?

“I guess I’ll have to take the test on my own.”

Each time in the past when I thought I was pregnant, Logan and I would take the test together. That’s what I wanted to talk to him about. Sure I can take the test alone, but I always know I’m going to be sad when I see the single blue line, and no one can cheer me up like he can. I could wait and try to ask him again tomorrow, but I’m over waiting.

I pick Harley up and carry him into the bathroom with me. I dig to the back of the drawer and find one of the pregnancy tests. I read over the instructions again even though I already know how to do it. I’ve done this a handful of times. It’s really not rocket science.

When I’m done, I set the stick on the counter before washing my hands. Harley sits on the sink, watching me.

“Oh, I need my phone for a timer,” I tell Harley, needing someone to talk me through this. I don’t get the chance to get it. My eye catches the two blue lines showing on the test already. “No way.” I grab it, staring at the lines in shock. I’ve wanted to see them for so long.

“I’m pregnant,” I whisper. It finally happened. I’m going to be a mother. I start to cry again. I’m happy and sad all rolled into one. I grab Harley off the sink and rush back into the bedroom to get my phone. I hold it in my hand, having no clue what to do next. This should be one of the happiest moments of my life, yet I still feel a pang of sadness.

Logan should be here. I shouldn’t be calling him to tell him this. I debate calling Nova. She’s my best friend, but it feels wrong to tell her before I tell Logan.

“Harley, what do I do?” I hold him tight. My tears start to dry up as anger begins to take their place. It’s not an emotion I’m really used to.

From the first time Logan and I made love, I’ve been dreaming of having a baby and starting a family of our own. Logan never had a mother and father or siblings. Not only did I want to give him that, but I wanted something different than the family I’d grown up in.

I don’t understand why he’s pulling away from me. There has to be something he’s hiding from me. It’s hard for me to even wrap my mind around the fact that it could be another woman. But Logan showed me another side of himself in his office. His sexual tastes run darker and deeper. Does he seek that out with someone else?

What if he goes to one of those BDSM clubs to fill that need? Oh, God. Harley lets out a meow. “Sorry!” I put him down on the bed, realizing I’d been squeezing him too tight.

I’ve been reading too many dirty romance books. While those books sound hot when I read them, I don’t want to get it on with other people around. Nor do I want a half-naked woman walking around for my husband to see. I think I’m a bit too jealous for that. The idea of a club like that only sounds hot inside the pages of a book.

The only thing I can think to do is snoop around. I have to figure this out—for me and for the life growing inside me. I head into our closet, remembering the panic room. I’ve never had the need to go in there. Logan showed it to me when I moved in after we got married. I stare at his clothes, trying to recall where the secret panel thing is.


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