Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
I walk into his arms and raise my chin. My lips brush over his and I give him a tight smile. “Honestly,” I tell him, needing to keep him optimistic. “I don’t know. But I’m going to work it out and when I do, you’ll be the first to know.”
“You’re worrying me, Jade. If something is going on, let me help you.”
“I will,” I promise. “I just need to wrap my head around it and understand what’s going on first.”
Colton’s lips drop to mine and he presses the softest kiss to my mouth. His voice drops to a low whisper that instantly wraps around me. “Are you sure?” he questions. “You look kinda freaked out.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m okay.”
“Alright then. Don’t be gone for too long.”
With that, Colton kisses me once again and as he releases me to start getting ready for his day, I slip out of his room and dash down to the pool house, feeling the test still resting so heavily in my hands.
I barge into the pool house and narrowly avoid running into Mom who thankfully overslept and doesn’t have a minute to stop and chat. She hurries out the door while calling over her shoulder that she left breakfast out for me.
I call out a brief thank you as the door slams behind her, knowing that I’m more than likely to skip eating this morning. I don't think I can stomach it right now, but then, if I truly am pregnant, maybe eating and looking after this unborn baby is in my best interest.
Shit. There's going to be so much that I'm going to have to do to get ready for this, but what’s worse is telling my mother that at only thirty-six she’s going to be a grandmother. She’s going to kill me.
I quickly dress in my school uniform, knowing there’s a good chance that I won’t even make it to school today but hey, I need to be optimistic. This might be my last chance at getting an education.
After getting ready and eating a small bite of breakfast, I quickly check in with Milo and make sure that he’s doing alright. I have no idea where I’m going today but had he said that he was having a shitty time, I would have been there in a heartbeat. I can only imagine what he would have to say about the little situation that I've just gotten me and Colton into.
Letting out a sigh, I head out of the pool house and walk back to the mansion. I find the keys on the kitchen counter waiting for me and it instantly brings a smile to my face. He is so damn thoughtful. How could I have ever thought that he was anything like Nic? Sure, he has some pretty dark secrets, but he’s also the most incredible guy I have ever known.
Making my way into the garage, I find the Audi and can’t help but take a shaky breath. Expensive cars and mansions are going to be my child’s life. He or she will never know the heartache and struggle of living day to day without food or electricity and while that’s the most I could ever ask for my child, it also scares the hell out of me. Am I doomed to raise an entitled heir or heiress who doesn’t understand me?
I am in way over my head here.
Diapers. Breastfeeding. Crying.
Can I handle that?
I start the engine and just as I knew it would, it purrs to life beneath me, reminding me just how good Colton has it. I press the button for the garage door and it instantly raises, opening up to the long driveway ahead and leaving me with endless options.
I hit the gas and before I know it, I’m flying up the road with absolutely no plan.
I just drive. Using the time to clear my mind but two hours later, I’m still just as lost while standing in front of a hardwood door.
I take a breath, wondering what the hell I'm even doing here and knock.
A minute passes and then finally, I hear the sound of the door handle jiggle. I should run. I should take my ass back home and go to school. I'm not ready to face this.
The door peels open and all too soon, a scowling Elijah is standing in front of me, opening my view up to the small apartment he shares with his older brother, but I don’t look past him as judging by the scowl that rests over his face, he sees me as the enemy.
“What are you doing here?” he demands, adjusting his position in the doorway to make it clear that I’m not welcome, but I don’t miss the twinge of regret that flashes in his eyes as he takes that harsh tone with me.