Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Need to what?”
Breathe.
I can’t breathe.
“Camilo,” she pleads. “Please don’t shut me out. Not now.”
Stalking over to her, I grip her chin and tilt her head up to stare down at her pretty face. I lean forward and press a soft kiss to her lips.
“I need to take a walk. Take care of some things. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
I steal one more quick kiss before I haul ass out of there like my balls are on fire.
Chapter 29
Sheridan
After a long shower, I throw on some pajama pants and a T-shirt. My body is deliciously sore from makeup sex with Camilo, but then everything went sour from there. I told him about the baby and he ran.
Baby.
I’m going to have a baby.
Rodrigo was nothing compared to the hurricane of emotions surging through me right now. I’m happy I’m pregnant, which surprises me. This was not in my life’s plan, but somehow it doesn’t seem wrong. I’m upset that Camilo was so weird when I’d told him. I get it. I screwed up royally. If only he would come back and let us talk it out. He may not want to be the father, but it doesn’t change the fact he is the father. I don’t want to lose him over this.
Someone knocks on the door and I fly off the bed to answer it. My heart is in my throat, eager to see Camilo, but it’s not him.
Damian stands there looking as though he just stepped off a runway covered in glitter and rainbows. His platform heels have him towering over me. He winks at me, his bright yellow fake lashes batting against his pink cheek.
“Did I interrupt something?” He feigns looking over my shoulder like he might sneak a peek. “I wanted to invite you two to dinner tonight.”
“I, uh, I’m not…” I choke on a sob.
“Sister, what happened?” he cries out, pulling me to him. “Get in here. The Damian Dungeon welcomes you.” The Damian Dungeon still smells like cotton candy and tequila.
I cling to his silky orange shirt as tears roll from my eyes. My entire body trembles as I cry. I’m unable to catch my breath.
“Sweetie, are you hurt?” Damian asks, stroking my hair. “Talk to me. You’re scaring me.”
He guides me inside and closes the door after us. We walk into the bedroom and Damian groans.
“Ew. I’m not lying down in the sex room.”
A giggle bubbles out of me. “Sorry. We can go to the guest room.”
Once we arrive in the other room, he yanks back the covers, kicks off his shoes, and helps me onto the bed. Once we’re spooning and no longer crying, I let out a heavy sigh.
“Camilo?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“Did he upset you again? He may be seven kinds of hot, but I’m still not sure I forgave him for sending you away in the first place.”
“It’s complicated.”
“So break it down for me. Whatever transpired between you two clearly happened after messy sex. Seriously, the bed was wet.” He makes a faux gagging sound that has me laughing again.
“Everything was going great. We had a great reunion. He apologized. As you noted, we made love, but then I told him.”
“Told him what?”
“I’m pregnant.”
He squeals so loud my ears throb. “What?!”
“I’m pregnant with his baby and he didn’t take it well. I thought I was protected from pregnancy, but apparently I botched that.”
Damian sits up on one elbow and gapes down at me, his glossy lips popped open. “What did he say?”
“That’s the thing. He didn’t. Sort of looked like he was freaking the hell out and said he’d see me tomorrow.”
“But not never.”
“He promised tomorrow.”
“Then why the tears, honey pot?”
“I don’t know. It felt dismissive.”
Damian smiles. “Maybe the boy just needs a hot minute to process. Maybe he’s sitting in his momma’s lap as we speak begging for advice.”
I snort. “I doubt that.”
“Whatever it is, he promised you he’d come back. If he doesn’t or walks away from you, I’ll step up.”
A laugh escapes me. “Oh you will, huh?”
“What?” He pouts. “Don’t you think I’ll be the prettiest gay daddy ever?”
“I mean, pretty, sure—”
“I’ll be the best and you know it! I’ll spoil my little prince! Does he want a yacht? I’m so buying him a yacht. A fixer-upper of course, but something vintage and fabulous because our little prince deserves it!”
“What if it’s a girl?”
“Ew, then we’ll give it to Estefania.”
“Damian!”
We both laugh. He keeps me up for hours doing what he does best—adding sunlight in my dark world. By the time it’s bedtime, I’m exhausted and eager to see what tomorrow brings.
If Camilo walks away, I’ll be okay.
Devastated and ruined, but okay.
I have to be. I will be. I’m a Reid girl, it’s in my DNA to be.
“It looks like a unicorn threw up on the sheets.”
“Glitter is impossible to remove, mijo. Talk sense into your friends.”