After The Ex Games(25)

“What?” she mumbled and stroked my hair.

“I was just saying that if you weren’t already pregnant—”

“I heard that.” She looked at me with a confused expression. “What are you talking about?”

“The baby you’re having.”

“What baby?” She looked at me like I was crazy.

“I saw the test. Two pink lines.”

“What test?” She sat up now. “What are you talking about Brandon?”

“I thought you were pregnant.” I frowned. “I found a test in the guest bathroom.”

“That’s not my test.” She shook her head and then her eyes looked at me with a worried expression. “Fuck. Meg’s pregnant.”

“Don’t be so happy for her.” I kissed her softly.

“It’s just going to complicate things.” She sighed and lay back down on the bed.

I cuddled her in my arms and kissed her collarbone. “It’ll be okay.”

“It’s going to be hard for her to get away from Greyson now.” She ran her fingers down my chest.

“He’s not so bad.”

“He’s not so good either.” She made a face and then looked up into my eyes. “You seemed really excited to be having another baby.”

“I thought it would be cool if you were pregnant.”

“Harry would like a brother or a sister, I’m sure.” She grinned. “I know he hates being an only child.”

“Yeah.” I closed my eyes and all I could see in my head was a little baby girl. I felt my body tense up as the picture came to my mind. I took a deep breath and looked at Katie—my beautiful, wonderful Katie.

“Brandon? Is everything okay?” She stared down at me, and I grabbed her hands and kissed them.

“No, it’s not.” I closed my eyes one more time and all I could see was blood—lots and lots of blood. “There’s something I need to tell you, Katie.” Her eyes opened wide at the tone in my voice, and I took another breath. “You may not like me after you hear everything. In fact, you may never want to see me again.”





Chapter 13

Greyson



I couldn’t seem to get to sleep. Meg was in the same bed as I was, but she was lying on the edge of the mattress in her attempt to not touch me. I knew she was pissed and I understood why. She knew there was more to the story than I was letting on, and it was breaking my heart not being able to tell her. It seemed to me that we’d come to a crossroads. A part of me knew that Meg was never going to trust me if I didn’t tell her everything before we all sat down and had the talk.

“Are you still up?” I whispered into the dark, not sure if I was hoping she was awake or not. Silence greeted me, and I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. I turned over and attempted to put my arms around her.

“Get your hands off of me,” she hissed and slapped my arms away.

“You’re up.”

“I’m going to sleep now.”

“Are we already in this place?” I sighed, feeling hurt inside.

“Well, you don’t trust me, so what did you expect?”

“It’s not about my trusting you, Meg.”

“What’s it about then?” She turned around to face me, and I could see the tears in her eyes.

“You’re crying?” I saw the traces of tears on her face and reached out, touching her cheek.

“It doesn’t matter.” She shrugged, but her eyes looked hurt.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I wish I’d gotten to know you a bit better before sleeping with you.”

“I see.”

“Is that all you have to say?” she shouted at me, and I was taken aback by the anger in her voice.

“You’re really upset,” I said dumbly, and she laughed bitterly.

“Wow, you’re fast.” She rolled her eyes, and I leaned forward and kissed her. “What are you doing?” She pulled away from me.

“I was kissing you. I thought I was allowed to kiss my girlfriend.”

“Whatever.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Fine. I’m going to tell you.”

“Don’t do anything you don’t want to do,” she retorted back at me.

“Of course I want to tell you. I just didn’t think it was my place. Not right now. I thought—I still believe—I owe it to Brandon to tell his side of the story, but I’m not going to lose my relationship with you because I don’t tell you. However, I’m going to need you to promise me one thing.”

“What’s that?” She stared at me with a serious expression.