Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
“Should you be drinking coffee? I mean, you are pregnant. That can’t be healthy for the baby.”
“And that would be a no,” I grumble, ignoring him. I drink decaf and not a lot of that, but I’m not about to start explaining myself to him.
“I’ll take a cup,” he says quietly.
He’s silent after that and we face each other with the sound of the coffee percolating in the background. I lean against my kitchen cabinet, grateful there is a bar between us. He looks good, and I don’t want to admit that, but he does. He’s wearing jeans—which is something I’ve not really seen him in. Titan can make suits and dress slacks look really good. He however, makes a pair of Levis fill out so damn good that it hurts to see. He’s got on a dusty blue tee that is stretched across his broad muscles and looks soft and somehow sweet against his dark skin. Skin that I’ve touched, skin that I’ve missed…
I force my mind away from those thoughts.
“Not today, Satan,” I mutter as I turn around to take the cup of coffee that has brewed, and begin going through the motions to do another one. My single cup coffee maker was perfect just for me and I was kind of in love with it, but right now I’m cursing it. If I could get the coffee done and get Titan out of the door—quickly—I’d be over the moon with joy.
“What?” he asks, clearly confused. I don’t bother to repeat myself or deny what I said. Instead I hand him his cup.
“Do you want sugar? Milk? Creamer?”
“I’m fine,” he says, his voice tight.
“What are you doing here, Titan?”
“You’re pregnant with my child, Faith.”
“I was pregnant when I was in California. You didn’t want to talk then,” I remind him.
“I tried.”
“At the airport, when I was leaving. You had time to do it before that. Your silence spoke volumes and what it spoke was not good, Titan.”
“I needed time to process everything. You can’t just spring shit on me like that, and expect me to know what to say right off,” he argues.
Frustration is etched on his face and maybe I’m being unfair—in fact, I know I am, but I don’t care. I hate the words he uses when he talks about my child. I hate the expressions on his face when he looks at me or talks about our child. I hate all of it. Most of all I hate that I slept with this guy before I signed his damn annulment papers, and I did it thinking he was a good guy. And if I think on that, the thing I absolutely hate the most is that I thought he was a good guy, because that time in California where he didn’t talk to me, I began to realize maybe I was wrong. The time I’ve been back in Texas and him never reaching out and checking on me—all of that proved to me that I was wrong. So I don’t care that I’m not being fair. I don’t think I have to be.
“I didn’t unload shit on you. I told you I was pregnant. I didn’t ask for anything from you, Titan. I just thought you’d want to know.”
“I did, Faith. Shit, I just wasn’t… prepared.”
“You think I was?”
“I’m seeing you weren’t,” he says quietly, but his words don’t make me feel better—not at all.
“I wasn’t prepared. I was panicked, full blown panicked. But I came to you with my news. It wasn’t easy. It took a hell of a lot out of me to do it.”
“How long are you going to bust my balls over this? I was at my wedding to another woman. It was an agreement, but it was still a fucking huge wedding.”
“Yeah. You didn’t let any moss grow under your feet either.”
“Why in the hell are you acting like we had something when we didn’t? I didn’t keep Jacey, the deal or my plans from you, woman. I hunted you down because of those plans.”
“And then you found me. We may have not had anything before, but after that last night, we might have,” I growl back before I can stop myself.
“We had sex, it was really good sex, but I woke up alone. You were gone with those papers signed. That gave me the green light to go ahead with my plans. It might suck to hear it, but it was just sex, Faith. It didn’t tie my dick to you.”
His words lance through me, searing as they go. I blink and my breath catches, so destructive is that blow. He’s right—but he is also not right. So I let him have it. I’ve been storing it up for weeks, so I have it to give and I think he just earned it. So I give it to him straight.