Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
I’m sitting in the middle of the bed when I get the courage to call Lexi. She answers after one ring, “Hey, where have you been for the last two days?”
“Funny story,” I start to say, “I’m in LA.”
“What?” she shrieks. “What are you doing on this side of the world?”
“That’s why the story is so funny,” I tell her, dipping one of the fries in the ketchup. “So, you know when I was in Dallas?”
“For that celebration for your father,” she replies.
“That would be the one. Well, I sort of…” I trail off. “Perhaps had a one-night stand.”
She gasps out, “And you didn’t tell me? Wow.”
“It was a one-night thing and we said in the morning that we would kind of forget it happened.”
“But then he called you?” she asks me, sounding a little hopeful.
“Nope.” I laugh nervously. “He had no idea I was here.”
“So you just showed up at his house unannounced?” Even when she says the words, I have to close my eyes at how crazy it was to just show up at his house.
“Basically, it was a ‘do now, think later’ sort of situation.”
She laughs. “And how is that working out for you?”
“Right now, I’m sitting in the middle of the king-size bed in the hotel with about five hundred dollars of room service food.”
“Why would you go all the way there without calling him first?” Her voice is soft.
“Well,” I say and swallow, “I didn't think telling him over the phone that I’m pregnant was a good idea.”
“You’re what?” I have to move the phone away from my ear when she shrieks again. “Oh my, Ariella, what did he say?”
“Well, I didn’t tell him.” I close my eyes and tell her what happened.
“You showed up there unannounced and then his girlfriend was there, so you left?” she recounts the story.
“Pretty much.”
“You know you have to tell him, right?” She tries not to laugh. “I mean, you can’t keep it from him. He knows your father, don’t you think it’ll come up?”
“I know, which is why I’m here,” I groan. “I’m going to go and take a long bath and then rethink my plan.”
“You need to call him and ask him to come over to your hotel room.”
“No,” I snap. “What if he thinks I want him to come here and do me?”
“Okay, fine, not to your hotel room, but you have to tell him.” I close my eyes. “Go take a bath and then we’ll think of something.” I hear the door shut on her end of the phone. “I have to go, talk to you later,” she says and disconnects before I can say another word.
I look at the phone, knowing she’s right. “Okay, nugget.” I look at my belly. “Tomorrow we will try again.”
nine
Jaxon
The door slams shut, and I stay frozen almost in time. More time than I should stay frozen, that’s for sure. But my head is reeling, ever since I opened the fucking door and saw her standing there. Her hair was different than it was that night, not curled and perfectly styled. No, this time it was still flowing loose as it blew softly in the wind, and my thumb and forefinger rubbed together as I remember how silky it felt in my hands. My eyes went straight to the best feature on her face, her eyes. Fuck, her whole face could be covered and I would know her just by her eyes. “Jaxon,” Tiffany calls my name, and I look from the empty doorway to her. Her arms are folded under her chest. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Her voice comes out shakily.
I know just by her tone that a drama fit is coming, and I know it’s about to get a whole lot worse by the time she leaves here. Especially with what I’m going to tell her. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” I turn to the side when the sound of the oven beeps as I try to calm down. Ariella was here, in my house. The only thing going through my head is how the fuck did she find me? Not only that, but she also just ran out of the house and I didn’t fucking chase her. What is up with that? The first thing I should have done was call her name and tell her to stop and come back. But I had to handle Tiffany first, and I don’t think Ariella needed to see this.
“You can’t honestly be fucking serious right now!” she shrieks as I grab an oven mitt and take my meal out of the oven. “Who the fuck was that girl?” Her voice goes so loud that if we were in one of the cartoon movies, the glass would crack and the steam would be coming out of her ears as she rocked from side to side.