Page 91 of Love Me

I let out a string of curses once we’re in the car.

“Faking a relationship and an engagement is one thing. But marriage… I can’t do that. I fucking can’t.”

I am already married.

Abi looks outside the window, wearing a resigned look. Her shoulders droop and she remains silent.

I swerve right and stop the car in the middle of the road. Stepping out, I bend over, trying to breathe through the carnage of my mind and heart.

Once I regain composure, I slide back into the driver’s seat and continue driving to Mia and Hunter’s place.

I toss the keys in the bowl on the counter and find Bailey, Mia, and Hunter on the couch, watching a movie.

“Where is Blake?” I ask no one in particular.

He has a tendency to disappear, and I really don’t need to fish him out of whatever illegal fighting party he’s probably at.

Bailey sighs. Mia shakes her head, and Hunter shrugs. “Last time we checked, and that was ten minutes ago, Blake and Celine were still standing.”

“What?”

“They’ve been fighting for the last hour,” Bailey says.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, my tone going up an octave. “And you’re not interrupting them because?”

“We tried,” Hunter grumbles.

I take the stairs two at a time and open the door to the gym. The stench of sweat hits me immediately.

Celine and Blake circle each other. She takes him down in a blur of movement, both of them grinning. Maniacs.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

They crane their neck to me, and Celine says, “Oops, busted. Daddy is here.”

The other idiot throws his head back and starts laughing.

“She might be pregnant. I will kill you if something happens to my baby because of this.”

Blake’s eyes widen, and Celine shoots me a dangerous look.

I drag a hand down my face to get a grip on the violent energy coursing through me.

Celine tilts her head at Blake. “I guess we pick this up later.”

“Just tell me the time and place.”

“Tomorrow.”

“Deal.”

I march to them and put myself between them. “No one is sparring, and you…” I pin Celine with a stare. “Are you really this irresponsible?”

She rolls her eyes at me and flips me the bird.

“Really mature, Celine.”

“Fuck you. Go take care of your fiancée.”

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