Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
When I slide my ID and card to the older woman at the hotel check-in desk I notice her name badge says Judy.
“How many nights will you be staying with us, Mrs. Ingram?”
“I’m not sure. Can we start with one?” How sad is it that I’ve never checked into a hotel on my own? Sawyer is the one who does all of this.
“That should be fine,” she agrees and then clicks away on her computer. “Oh, I didn’t realize your credit card has the name Chloe Matthews.”
“Yes, that’s my maiden name.”
“I’m sorry but—”
“Please,” I hurry to say as sadness begins to overwhelm me. Her eyes run over my face, and I’m sure I’m red and blotchy from all the crying.
“All right,” Judy says softly.
“Can you put the room under my maiden name too?” She gives me a small smile and nods.
She probably thinks I’m on the run from an abusive husband. Technically I am on the run, but the only thing Sawyer would ever do to me is spank me. He’s going to have to catch me first. He’s not used to me not obeying him, and truthfully, I loved obeying him.
To submit under his controlling ways was something we both craved. All I wanted was to be inside whatever beautiful cage he created for me. It made me feel safe and loved, and I was adored and coddled. I’m sure some people might think it’s insane for me to want that, but that’s why I thought we fit. It was what we both needed, and now I wonder if it makes me a fool.
“All right. I’ve got you all checked in.” She slides my room key along with my credit card and ID back across the counter. “If you need anything I’ll be here at the front desk until tomorrow morning.”
“Thank you.” I give her the best smile I can muster before I head toward the elevators to find my room. The second I enter, I drop my bag and kick off my shoes. Then I fall onto the bed and curl into a ball.
When I got home it was a mad dash to pack a small bag and change. I knew I was likely on borrowed time because I had a gut feeling Sawyer would somehow get out of being arrested. He’s good at getting what he wants if I’m any indication.
My ring finger is bare and it feels as empty as my heart. In my rush of emotions I pulled it off and left it on Sawyer’s nightstand. My mind flashes to all the times he asked me to marry him, and more tears begin to fall.
I feel like a silly little girl that was stupid enough to marry the first guy that gave me attention. I fell for all of it and never questioned anything.
Even if it started as a bet and turned into more, it still stains everything. I didn’t think Sawyer was the kind of man that would get involved in something like that, but it only reminds me how naïve I really am.
My eyes close, and although I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep, my body must decide to give me a break. Maybe it’s the rush of emotions and all the crying, but I’m out quickly and sleep hard until the sun wakes me up.
The curtains are wide open because I didn’t bother to close them last night. Everything is so bright, and as soon as I sit up, yesterday comes rushing back. My mind immediately conjures the memory of Paul drunk and shouting to everyone that his friends made a bet to sleep with me. Then the memory of Sawyer being unable to deny it comes back, and it makes me sick. The urge to vomit hits me, and I bolt to the bathroom.
I barely make it before I throw up, not that there’s much in my stomach. After I’m finished, I rest against the wall and my stomach cramps again. Am I throwing up because I remembered yesterday or could it be something else?
My hand goes to my stomach and I recall the date. “Ohh, I’m late,” I whisper. It’s not by much, but when I count back again to double-check the time, it’s the same.
Pulling myself up from the floor, I get my bag so I can brush my teeth and take a shower. I’ll feel more human after that because I can’t process this right now. When I get out, I force myself to get dressed even though all I want to do is crawl back into bed.
“What are the actual odds?” I ask myself as I lift my shirt to stare at my stomach.
All this time I’ve wanted to get pregnant so badly and it happens now? Now? Tears sting my eyes, but I make myself take a deep breath. I’m not crying again right now. The first thing I need to do is get a test. There is no way I can wait.