Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
12
Brad
There’s a knock on the door of my home office, and I know it’s Minnie. She messaged me earlier today asking to talk, and my heart leapt into my mouth.
Anytime, I texted back. Just let me know when.
We made an appointment for 3 p.m. this afternoon, and the appointed hour has finally arrived. The door creaks open, and my chest feels suddenly tight as Minnie materializes. The young woman is a vision in a flowing yellow dress that highlights her big bust and wide hips. Her tummy is covered by loose material, but my hands itch to stroke her belly, saying hello to the child within. Possession runs through my veins because that’s my baby in her womb, and I desperately want to touch and kiss Minnie, demonstrating my love and appreciation.
But we need to work out our issues first, and my desperate hope is that our issues can be worked out. After all, I behaved like a complete asshole, and if Minnie hates my guts, I don’t blame her at all.
“Hi,” I say in a low voice before getting up and proceeding to the small seating area in my office. “It’s good to see you, Mins. Please, take a seat. Can I get you some water?”
“Yes, please,” she murmurs before settling herself on a small divan. Her golden hair streams in a shiny wave down her back, and her skin glows with health. She’s a pregnant goddess, and I’m willing to fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness if that’s what she wants. But I need to take things slow because Minnie calls the shots now, and I’m at her disposal.
After handing her the water, she takes a small sip and I watch, rapt, as that elegant throat ripples with her swallow. Fuck, I’m so fucked. Even the smallest gesture from Minnie has me mesmerized, and again, I know I’ll do anything to make things right between us. I’ll beg, plead, grovel, snivel, anything. Whatever she wants.
But Minnie isn’t the type to go on a power trip. Instead, she meets my eyes directly, and begins to speak.
“I want to know, Brad. When did you hatch your revenge scheme? Was it during the divorce? And why was impregnating me part of it, anyways? I always thought you were a lone wolf type of guy who never wanted kids.”
I pause.
“That’s a good question,” I respond in a gravelly tone. “And yes, it was after Joelle and I had begun the process of divorcing. Basically, I went to serve your mother with the papers, and you answered the door that day. You and your mom were still living on my property then. In the guest house out back.”
“Yes, I remember,” Minnie says in an even tone. “I was visiting from school.”
“Right, and Joelle wasn’t home, so I went to find her. You’d told me that she was getting her teeth cleaned, and I know where her dentist practices, so I drove over. But I got the shock of my life because when I stepped inside the dental office, your mom wasn’t getting her teeth cleaned at all. Instead, she and that male hygienist were fucking while getting high on laughing gas.”
“What?” Minnie asks, taken aback. “Are you serious?”
“Yes,” I say. “She and that Brandon dude were inhaling laughing gas through a mask while fucking like rabbits, and the drugs loosened her inhibitions. Joelle started to rant and rave, and she blurted out that she’d been pregnant early during our marriage. She kept it a secret, and terminated the child without consulting me.”
“Oh my god!” Minnie gasps. “She was pregnant?”
“Yes,” I bite out, rage seeping into my veins as I recount the events of that evening. “I had no fucking clue about the baby either. I had no say in what happened, only to find the bitch laughing and cavorting while recounting the death of my child. It made me angry as fuck.”
“The fetus wasn’t a child quite yet,” Minnie inserts in a trembling voice. “But I can understand why you’re angry.”
“Yeah,” I bite out. “And it triggered something in me. The need for revenge. The need to get back at Joelle. I hated her, and I wanted her to pay.”
“So you hatched a revenge scheme where you’d impregnate me. You’d knock me up in retaliation for Joelle’s treachery.”
“Yes,” I bite out. “But I didn’t hatch the scheme alone, Minnie. After the scene at the dental office, I confronted your mother. I told her what I’d overheard, and also told her she’d never get a penny more than what the pre-nup stipulated.”
“And?”
I pause because this may be the most painful part to reveal.
“It’s your mother who came up with the plan to impregnate you. Joelle offered you in her place, Minnie. I’d lost one child, but stood to gain another with her plan. That’s how this all came about, and if I succeeded in knocking you up, I’d scrap the pre-nup and pay her twenty million.”