Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
And he’s taking me to Greece.
16
Spencer
I stride into the restaurant with my racing heart, spotting Masters and Seb in our usual seats. I fall into my position around the table.
“Hey.” I pick up a glass of water and drain it. I refill the glass and drink it all down again immediately.
Masters and Seb frown as they watch me and then exchange looks.
“Can I get you a coffee?” the waitress asks.
“I’ll have a beer. Actually, no, make it a Scotch.” I circle my fingers over my temples. “On the rocks.”
“Jesus Christ,” Masters mutters under his breath. “What now?”
The waitress walks off to the bar, looking a little perplexed.
“Have you even been to bed yet?” Seb frowns.
“Yes, of course,” I bark.
“You know it’s seven in the morning, right?”
“Yes! I know what fucking time it is!” I snap. “I’ve fucked it. I fucked the whole thing.”
“What thing?” Masters frowns.
“Charlotte’s pregnant.”
“What?” they both gasp, widening their eyes.
I drag my hand down my face. “Oh God, she was all sexy and shit, and I didn’t see her last night because of fucking Sheridan. One minute I was saying hello, the next minute I was finger fucking her with her legs over my shoulders, and the minute after that, I’m giving it to her on the kitchen counter. I forgot all about a fucking condom,” I blurt out.
They both stare at me, horrified. “When was this?” Seb asks.
“Twenty minutes ago.” I sigh with a sad shake of my head.
“Oh God, you idiot. So, she’s not really pregnant?” Masters throws his head back and laughs out loud, placing his hand over his heart in relief. “You had me there for a minute.”
“Well, she soon will be. This isn’t fucking funny, Masters, you prick.” I put my head in my hands. “She’s young and never been on the pill before.” I try to think of an analogy. “She’s like a giant, golden uterus, just waiting to be fertilized.”
They chuckle together.
I shake my head in disgust. “Seb, Google what age a woman is most fertile,” I whisper in a panic.
He takes out his phone and consults Dr Google.
The waitress arrives with my drink and hands it over. “Thank you,” I whisper and take it with a shaking hand.
Masters winces as he watches me. “Bring him another, please.”
The waitress frowns and looks between us. “Is everything okay?”
“No!” I splutter. “I’ve fucked it, I fucked the whole thing. And everything was going so great, too.”
She purses her lips, unsure what to say to that.
“Thank you,” Seb says to the waitress, obviously trying to get rid of her.
I drain my glass of scotch while they watch on.
“Why would you have unprotected sex?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. It was so good that I completely forgot I was a mere human with super potent bodily fluids.”
“Fuck’s sake,” Seb mutters in disgust. “I need sex that good. I have fucking repetitive strain in my wrist. I think I’m going to have to start going back to Madison’s.”
“Did Charlotte forget, too?” Masters frowns, ignoring Seb.
I shrug. “I don’t know.”
“Did she remind you?”
“No.”
“Did she freak out after?”
“No.” I shake my head.
“Fucking hell.” Masters rolls his eyes. “I thought you said she was all pure and wholesome. Surely she would have thought of this.”
“Ah.” I point to them. “She isn’t pure at all, though. She’s as fucking dirty as I am and she didn’t even know it.” I run both of my hands through my hair. “Give it a few months and she will be running rings around me, I’m telling you. She loves it.”
“Or waddling like Bree with a huge pregnant baby bump.” Masters smirks.
Seb interrupts us with his search results. “Okay. It says here that a woman is most fertile at the age of twenty-four.”
My eyes widen in horror. “Charlotte is twenty-five” I gasp.
“Oh fuck, you’re doomed.”
Masters laughs again. “What’s the problem, anyway? I thought you said she was perfect?”
“She is.”
“So…” Seb frowns. “Masters is right, what is the problem?”
“I can’t have a kid. I only just got my first girlfriend. I can’t even have a dog yet.”
“You’re thirty-seven, Spence,” Seb says, deadpan.
I put my head into my hands. “It’s just a fucking number, okay! And you sound like my mother.”
“When is her period due?” Masters asks.
“I don’t know.”
“When did she have her last one?”
“I don’t know.” I look between them. “Should I know this?”
“Uh, yes.” They both look at me as if I’m stupid. “You should definitely know this.”
I think on it. “She definitely hasn’t had one since we’ve been having sex.” I shrug. “I know that much for sure.”
“How long has that been?”
“Umm.” I frown and try to remember. “About three weeks or so. Maybe longer.”
“Which means she’s probably due around about now,” Masters tells me.
“Has she been feisty over the last few days?” Seb asks.
My eyes widen. “Yes.” I point to him. “Very fucking feisty, in fact. She threatened to bury me under my house and all.”