Rebel Heir Read online Vi Keeland, Penelope Ward (Rush Series Duet #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Rush Series Duet Series by Vi Keeland
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
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“You okay?” Rush’s voice was low.

I gagged when I opened my mouth to answer.

“What can I do?” From the closeness of his voice, I knew he was standing right on the other side of the stall door.

“Could you maybe get me something to drink? Some caffeine-free Coke?”

“Sure. Be right back.” The door opened and closed and a few minutes later, Rush was back inside the ladies’ room.

“Do you want me to slip it under the door. Or are you coming out?”

I reached up and unlatched the bolt that kept the door shut but didn’t get up from the floor. Rush gently pushed it open. He knelt down next to me with a glass of soda. “Here you go.”

I took a few hesitant sips and shook my head. “Thanks. I’m sorry. I didn’t see that coming. I just walked into the kitchen, and I guess the smell got to me.” After being off yesterday, the first contact I had with this man had to be in a bathroom stall. More proof that he should run the other way.

Rush sat down on the floor next to me. “Don’t apologize. If men had to go through the shit that women do, the human race would’ve been extinct a long time ago.”

I smiled.

He brushed a hair off my face. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I hope that doesn’t happen too often though. The cleaning company was just here for the day. The thought of having my head in the toilet bowl after people use the stalls all night is enough to make me want to throw up again.”

Rush smiled. “Hang on a second.”

He got up and disappeared. Two minutes later he was back with a piece of paper and masking tape. He ripped two pieces off the roll and taped the paper onto the door of the stall I was still sitting in.

“There. Now this is your stall only.”

I looked up and read what he’d written on the paper now taped to the door. OUT OF ORDER.

I laughed. “You can’t put a stall out of order just in case I need to get sick.”

“Like fuck I can’t. It’s my place. There’re two other stalls. Anyone doesn’t like it, they can come talk to me, and I’ll tell ’em there’s a whole ocean out back. Go piss in that.” He extended his hand with a little silver tool that looked like an Allen key.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s to open the door when the latch is closed, so you don’t have to crawl underneath to use your clean stall. You just slip it through the crack in the door, and twist. It opens the latch. You’d be surprised how many little brats come in with their parents for dinner and think it’s funny to go into a stall, lock it, and then crawl out underneath.”

He was continuing to kill me with his kindness. It only made me want him more when I could no longer have him.

“Well, thank you. I really appreciate this.”

“You’re welcome.” He lingered silently for a bit before he said, “Anyway…I, uh, hope you don’t mind, I told my mother about the pregnancy. She wants you to know that you can call her anytime if you need to talk. I’ll text you her info.”

Wow.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about Melody knowing, but something told me I was going to need to take her up on that.

“That’s really nice of her. Thank you.”

A few nights later, I was alone in my room having what felt like a panic attack. I’d gone to the doctor earlier in the day, and he told me that I was indeed pregnant. He scheduled me for my first ultrasound at the next appointment.

The formal news was no surprise, but it was still jarring to hear it confirmed beyond the shadow of a doubt.

The shock of my pregnancy was starting to wear off, and the reality was sinking in. Everything was starting to hit me at once.

The fact that I was going to be a mother.

The fact that I hadn’t even told my dad yet.

Losing Rush. That was the hardest thing to accept. Well, maybe it would have been easier if I’d lost him totally. He was still around, making sure I was comfortable and safe at work, offering anything I needed when the only thing I really needed was his goddamn heart.

His being around made things even harder, because I yearned for more, for what we had—for him. I wanted nothing more than for him to hold me at night. I’d felt so safe in his arms. And now, just when I needed him most, I couldn’t have him in that way, and it wasn’t fair of me to expect it.

So, as I stared at Melody’s beautiful sunset painting, which now stood for all of the hope that had been drained from my life, I realized I really needed to talk to someone. Feeling desperate, I looked up Rush’s mom’s contact information that he’d texted me and made the impulsive decision to call her.


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