Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“Maybe not to you, but it does to me,” he snarled. “Is it mine?”
I could lie, but then I feared the repercussions if he ever found out the truth.
“Yes,” I bit out.
My heart was hammering against my chest as panic began to build inside me. What did this mean now? What was he going to do?
“You could be lying,” he said in an accusing tone.
God, this asshole. He had asked me, and now, he wanted to claim I was a liar.
“If you weren’t going to believe me, then why did you ask?!” I shot back at him, then shoved against his chest, wanting some space. He didn’t budge.
“I want a paternity test,” he said, then stepped back and grabbed the handle on my luggage I’d left when I backed away from him. “Get in the car.”
I shook my head. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
He picked up both suitcases. “Yeah, you are,” he replied, then began walking toward his car with my things.
I hurried after him. “Put them down! You can’t force me to do anything!”
He didn’t even slow down. His long strides only quickened.
My mind was racing as I tried to think of a way to stop this. I didn’t need a paternity test. I hadn’t had sex with anyone but Liam in the past four months.
Wallace’s lack of interest in having sex with me should have been a clue that our relationship was going downhill. But we had both been busy, and there hadn’t been much time—or so I had thought then. I hadn’t been off my birth control when I was with Wallace, and I’d had two periods since the last time I’d had sex with him.
Liam wasn’t going to believe me even if I told him all that. To him, I was a woman who fucked strangers that picked me up at work.
“Why do you want a paternity test? I’m not asking for your help. I didn’t plan on demanding anything from you.”
He opened the trunk of his car and slid a suitcase inside, then put the other in before closing it, barely looking at me. I stood there, watching him, waiting on an answer. I did not want to get in that car.
Jerking his door open, he looked at me finally. “I take care of what is mine. What we did was reckless, and I’m old enough to know better than to fuck some bartender who has no self-respect. But I did, and if you’re carrying my kid, then I will take care of both of you. I’ll take full responsibility. Now, get in the goddamn car before I put you in it myself.”
I glanced at the pub, knowing there was no help for me inside there. In fact, if Virginia saw Liam, she’d be even more determined to get me out of here. She’d probably shove me inside his car herself.
He had my things, and right now, I had nowhere to go. I was out of options.
Giving in, I walked over to the passenger door, opened it, then climbed inside.
9
Liam
We drove in silence as I made the decision to take her to the club and keep her in my bedroom upstairs beside my office instead of taking her to my house. Tex used the other room up there, and I was going to need him to let me stay there instead. I’d send him to my house. Ozzy would need someone there with him at night anyway.
I had to make sure she wasn’t lying. That baby could be her ex’s or some other random dude she’d fucked. Until I knew if it was mine or not, I wasn’t letting her stay in a motel or walking to bus stops and passing out. But I sure as hell wasn’t taking her to my house. I didn’t take women there. It was my one place that was an escape. My solace. Having her invade it would tarnish that.
My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. I didn’t want that woman to be the mother of my child. The idea of having another kid, raising it the way I’d missed out with Madeline, appealed to me from time to time. However, giving a kid a mother like Liberty felt like I’d failed it before it was even born. There was a good chance it wasn’t mine though. I had to stop thinking the worst.
I had fucked her three times that night. The last time, the condom broke, and when I felt it, I immediately pulled out. I was almost positive I’d gotten out in time. It was very unlikely this kid was mine. She had probably fucked the ex raw regularly. I flinched at the thought and hated myself for it.
I didn’t want her to be pregnant with my kid, but my dick sure as hell wanted to sink inside her cunt again. She’d been one of those fucks that was hard to forget. Damn her and her bouncy, round ass.