My breath escapes my lips when he touches the long scar across the top of my back, lightly tracing his finger from one end to the other. The dark, hollow places I have buried deep inside of me cease to exist as his smooth lips trace behind his finger. The floor beneath me vanishes. I’m left floating.
“Aidan,” I whisper. His reaction to me barging in here as if I owned the place baffles me. I came prepared for an argument. Which undoubtedly I received, just not in the way I was expecting. And after I tell him what he deserves to know, we will be talking about his obvious shocking visitors. I snap out of my trance his simple touch has put me in. I step forward a few feet, my heated skin suddenly cold.
“I… we need to talk.” Staggering on unsteady feet to his gray leather couch, I sit. There is so much to say. The first two being me telling him about his son and why I left. Then I need to know exactly what is going on with the two people who left here. It’s not just Aidan and I who we need to worry about anymore. It’s our child. I will live in hell for the rest of my life to protect my son. From what I witnessed a few moments ago, I believe Aidan will, too. The horrible things she said to him weigh heavily on my heart. God. How could a mother say those things to her child? She may think she’s some high classed woman. She isn’t a woman at all. Hell, she’s a cunt. A worthless piece of shit.
Our son may have been conceived by one night of passion between two people who can hardly stand each other, whose last words to each other before the worst night of my life happened were hateful. Words I did not mean.
By the way he’s seeking out my teary eyes, the look of guilt and remorse coming from his, he’s sorry too. He doesn’t even have to say it.
I take a deep breath and lean forward, those conversations I had with myself over and over on how I planned on telling him meaning nothing now.
“Aidan. We have a three-month-old son.”
CHAPTER FIVE
AIDAN
I sit, stunned. I’m a father? Jesus Christ. This is why she left?
I don’t know whether to be pissed that this has been kept from me or to snag her sexy, little ass in her tight, little yellow dress, that has my dick throbbing painfully, off from the couch and kiss her until she’s numb.
My brain has shut down. I’m trying to suck in air. My body is starving for it. It all seems to have left this apartment. Fucking hell, a father?
“Aidan.” My name falls softly from her mouth. Jesus. It’s been a year since I’ve seen her beauty, smelled her sweet scent. Heard her tart mouth. And fuck me if the sound of my name coming from her doesn’t sound like the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. Focus, you asshole. She just told you you’re a father.
I scratch my head, deep in thought. What the hell do I even say? We study each other for the longest time. Me wondering what to do, how to hold on to what she told me; her more likely freaking the hell out, wondering the very same damn thing.
“I’m not sure what to say to this, Deidre. I don’t want to sound like a jerk, but woman, you have some explaining to do before I can even comprehend this,” I state truthfully. She has to tell me everything.
Her mouth curves into a tight-lipped smile. One I don’t like at all. I’m about to ask her what is wrong when her question sears through my heart.
“I’m surprised you’re not denying he’s yours.” What in the ever-loving fuck?
“I’m not denying shit. I’m confused as fuck. I won’t lie to you about that. We used a condom, every time.” Obviously, she knows we did. She was there. Hot and incredibly perfect.
“I hate to be the one to tell you this, big boy.” She looks down at my dick, then back to my face. “Condoms do break, especially when a man has sexy as hell piercings.” Her perfect brows lift as if she’s challenging me to say something smartass right back to her. If this feisty little minx wants to go at it, then game on.
“Are you saying you loved my piercings, Deidre?” Her tanned skin turns a light shade of pink, starting from that sensual neck of hers all the way up to those rosy, little cheeks.
“I…” She pauses.
“You’re what? Tongue-tied? Thinking about my cock? How good it felt brushing up against your tight, little pussy? How my piercings made you come over and over? Is that what you’re trying to say?” I’m trying like hell to keep my voice steady. My dick is straining like a motherfucker to get out, to have her wrap that pouty little mouth around him. Fuck me. How in the hell did we go from us discussing having a son to talking about sex?
“You have got to be the biggest asshole I have ever met.” Ah… here we go. Here comes the spitfire woman I missed. I need to change the subject before I bend her over my couch and remind her exactly what my cock and my piercings can do to her. On top of that, I want to know where she’s been this entire time, and if she knew she was pregnant, why the hell she kept it from me.