Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Cole, I’m such a bad mom,” I whispered, looking down at my lap.
He gripped my chin in his hand, shaking his head. “Amelia, you’re not a bad mother. You didn’t even know you were pregnant. Don’t beat yourself up over it. Just take care of yourself so that your body can take care of our baby, okay?” He leaned forward and kissed me, his hand sliding along the back of my neck. I arched myself into his touch, sighing. Cole always turned me on, no matter what. “You need to take a nap. From the research that I’ve done since we both found out about your pregnancy, rest is good for both of you.”
I sighed. I felt weak for what I was about to ask, but I didn’t want him to leave me. I wanted him to hold me while I slept. “Will you stay with me?” I asked softly.
He smirked. “Do you want me that bad, babe?”
I glared at him, clenching my jaw. For once, I let him see the more vulnerable side of me, and he goes and says some stupid shit like that. “Never mind. Go fuck yourself,” I snapped.
He sighed. “Baby, I’m sorry. I’ll stay with you, okay?”
I ignored him and laid down, turning my back to him. A few moments later, I felt Cole’s arms wrap around my waist, and he pulled me against his shirtless body. “Go to sleep, baby. I won’t leave without telling you.”
I smiled to myself.
Even if it took me getting knocked up, Cole had admitted that he cared about me. It was a relief for me to know that my feelings weren’t just one-sided. I’d had feelings for Cole for a very long time. As much as I hated it, this baby would be the one thing that would bring us together.
Cole
I groaned when someone knocked on the door. “What?” I whispered harshly. Fuck, I was finally getting some decent sleep, and somebody had to come fucking ruin it. If they ended up waking Amelia, I would make sure they would face my fucking wrath.
Lorenzo stepped into the room. “Cole, we’ve got some random blonde bitch standing in the middle of the clubhouse ranting some stupid shit about you promising her something.”
I sighed. Of course, the one bitch that I wished to never see again would remember that I promised her out of the life that she was currently in. This one wouldn’t be much better for her. It wasn’t like she would be my old lady, like so many women wished for when they came to me for help. I was pretty sure it was clear that Amelia was my old lady, even if it wasn’t official yet between us.
“I’ll be out there in a minute. Be prepared for some,” I paused for a moment, trying to find the right word to use, “drama.”
He looked at Amelia sleeping and smirked. “I’ll grab a beer while we’re waiting. Should I make some popcorn?” he asked sarcastically, grinning.
I chuckled and rolled my eyes, shaking my head. He stepped out of the room, and I gently shook Amelia. She groaned. “What?” she mumbled.
“There’s a girl I made a promise to a couple of years ago in the barroom. I need to go deal with it. Do you want to come out there with me, or do you want to continue to sleep? I told you I wouldn’t leave without letting you know first,” I reminded her.
She rolled onto her back and stretched. I groaned at the sight. Man, she looked so unbelievably sexy when she stretched like that.
I got out of bed before I put off dealing with the shit out in the barroom and instead fuck Amelia seven ways to Sunday. I slid my shirt back on and put my shoes on, shrugging on my cut. She finally rolled out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. “I’ll be out in the barroom, baby,” I told her.
She nodded, and I left the room. When I got to the barroom, the blonde girl was sitting at one of the tables, drinking what looked to be a soda. She looked up when I walked in. “Cole!” she exclaimed.
Before I could register what was happening, she was jumping into my arms and kissing me. When I finally managed to pry her away, I shoved her away from me. “Tammi, what do you want?” I asked her, getting straight to the point, clenching my jaw.
“Cole, I want you,” she whined, trailing her red, manicured fingernail down my chest. “I’ve always wanted you, baby.”
“Too bad, bitch. He’s taken,” Amelia said as she walked past us, knocking Tammi’s hand off of my chest and heading to the bar. “Peanut, get me a . . .” she trailed off, sighing. “fucking pregnancy,” she muttered. “Get me a goddamn glass of fucking water.”