“Fuck if I know,” I grumble while wiping my mouth. Then a terrifying thought hits me, and I remember something that I've forgotten - or something that seems to have forgotten me. “I think I need to go to the drug store.”
***
Ashiara
“No. It’s not fucking possible. It was one once - well, twice, but the last time was just a couple of days ago. There’s no way this happened after one time.”
My hands tremble as I stare at the line of taunting devices, all of them saying the same damn thing.
“Honey, I think you need to call him. Ten tests said yes. None of them said no. I’m pretty sure they can’t all be faulty," Shannon murmurs shakily, her hand sliding up and down my back.
“They have to be. We used condom almost every time that weekend. Most people have to try for years before they get pregnant. There’s no way I accidentally got knocked up the one day I had unprotected sex in my life. It’s impossible.”
My whole body feels like it’s on fire as I continue staring at the multitudes of ways someone’s life can be pronounced over - two lines, pink dots, pink crosses, and a big fat pregnant on a couple.
There’s no way this is right. It has to be wrong. Tag isn’t ready to be a father. He’s told me that himself. I’m sure as hell not ready to be a mother.
Shannon seems distracted as she dials a number, and I panic a little when I worry she’s calling Tag.
“What are you doing?”
She looks at me like a nurturing momma hen.
“Calling a doctor. You’re going to need to start seeing one. I’ll handle this,” she says encouragingly before disappearing from the small bathroom.
I slump down, unsure of whether or not I should tell him.
No. Definitely not.
He’d think I was trying to trap him, and he has a good life. We shouldn’t both have to change everything for one stupid weekend’s mistake. If this is real - if I’m actually pregnant - then I’ll deal with it on my own.
***
Tag
“So you fucked her, and then you just left? What the hell? You’ve been obsessing over this girl for six damn weeks, and then you bail the second you see her?” Dane Sterling scolds as he paces around in my office.
“I panicked. I didn’t know what to say or do. It’s like my damn brain doesn’t work around her, and honestly, I just want to forget about her.”
Dane gives me an incredulous look, his eyes scolding me before his tongue sets back in.
“Forget about her? Dude, you can’t even stop thinking about her. She’s all you’ve talked about since Wren's wedding. You need to call her. Isn’t she working on your newest business launch?”
She should be. I don't know how anyone can turn down that much money.
“She backed out. She said she had too many other projects right now, and she said this one would be too in-depth for her to devote the attention it needs. She called me this morning.”
“You talked to her?” he asks curiously.
“No, Shane, my new assistant, talked to her.”
“Shane, yeah... I meant to ask about that. What happened to the blond bombshell?”
My mind flashes back to the other day when my former assistant walked in with her high heels and lingerie to seduce me. I tried so hard to fuck her, but the only way my cock would get hard was when Ash’s face flashed through my mind.
I couldn’t do it. I wanted to, just so I could move past the girl who haunts my every fucking dream, but I couldn’t.
“Long story short, I decided it would be best if I hired a guy for a while.”
I almost scowl, furious with my own self. This is screwed up.
“O…kay…”
“Anyway, I need to call Gary and see if they’ve made any progress on the stalker shit.”
“Go ahead. I’ll wait.”
It’s obvious Dane is going to continue to grill me. I haven’t seen Ash for a few days, and I’m no closer to being over her now than I was then.
“Mr. Masters,” Gary’s gruff voice murmurs into the phone.
“How’s it going?”
“Well, he’s sent more flowers, more threats, and today I’ve intercepted at least three phone calls. She’s changed her both of numbers a dozen times, but he seems to keep finding out what they are.”
“I’m going down to the phone company today to see if they can help me out since the damn police are worthless. I’ve also hired a private investigator. I’ll send you a picture in case you see him scoping the place out. What’s she doing now?”
“Um… she… um-”
“Spit it out,” I prompt impatiently.
“She’s seeing the doctor right now,” he murmurs uneasily.