Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Pregnant. I can’t be.
“I can’t carry babies. I never make it far.”
The doctor nods. “I’ve heard, but everything looks great right now. I’m going to set you up with an obstetrician who specializes in high-risk pregnancies. But from our tests and your last cycle which you told the nurses …” he looks down, then back to Joey, “… you are roughly six to eight weeks, but an ultrasound will tell us more.”
He goes on to give me more information, and when he leaves, Joey remains and faces me. “It’s his, isn’t it?”
My mouth is dry, and I don’t know what to say or do. “I don’t carry to term. I always miscarry.” A stray tear leaves my eye.
“This is Keir’s baby, isn’t it?” he asks again.
“I don’t know,” I tell him, but that’s a lie. I haven’t had sex with my husband for months. The only person I have had sex with recently is Keir.
“Fuck,” he snarls, turning away. “This changes things.” He lifts his phone, and I call his name, stopping him.
“I’ll miscarry. Don’t tell him. Trust me, I can’t carry a baby to term. Do not tell him. You know what he’ll do. Do not tell him,” I reiterate pleading with him.
“He’ll kill us both if he finds out,” Joey says. “No matter what.”
“How will he find out?” My voice is high as I squeak out the words. “And by the time he finds out, there won’t be a baby.” Joey rubs his face and shakes his head. “Joey.”
“Shut up, I’m thinking.” I bite my lip as he paces the room.
When he stops, he turns to face me. “The minute you lose that baby, you tell me. Or I am telling him.” I nod my head eagerly. “We just signed our own death warrants.”
“It will be worse for everyone involved if he knows, and you know it. I’m not meant to be in his life. I’m not meant to have a baby with him. Paige is.”
Joey nods, then turns and walks out the door without another word.
Fuck.
I’m pregnant.
* * *
Eight months later.
“Hello, sweetheart. I’ve missed you, lollipop.”
Variety Gossip
The King of the Underworld
They say a love lost is not always from a quarrel, but maybe that’s the reason the king of the underworld is now single. No woman to be seen. After we spotted him leaving the hospital months ago without his little honey-brunette, who we might add he has seen more than once, he hasn’t seen her again.
Insiders say it’s over and that she is long gone.
I guess only time will tell.
In the meantime, has anyone got any good dick pics from this man? We all want to know what he’s packing.