Page 46 of Baby Maker

Chapter Ten

Calliope

Iawaken to the sun streaming through the full-length windows. It’s a perfect day for a wedding.

For me, it’s shit on a stick.

Keegan never returned to the room that night. How do I know? I woke up every hour to check. But every hour, the bed—and room—remained empty. I don’t want to think about where he laid his head. Or other body parts.

At this point, I’m not sure if I should call a taxi and make a beeline for the train station. Grabbing my phone, I check for messages, but aside from a photo of Domino playing with the twins, it’s radio silence.

Painful, terrible silence.

The keypad beeps, and Keegan enters the room, his eyes widening when he catches sight of me. “Morning.”

“Morning.” I focus on the comforter, trying to squelch the growing nausea in my stomach.

“Have you eaten?”

“No, not yet.” Wonderful. Cordial banalities.

He strides across the room, grabbing the room service menu. “What would you like? They have omelets, waffles, mimosa.”

What I want to know is where the hell he spent the last several hours. But it’s not my place. I don’t have a place. Not anymore. Thanks to me and my stupid attempt at levity. “I’m not hungry.”

“I’ll order you some food, anyway. The reception doesn’t start until three, and you’ll likely be starving by then.”

How kind of him. He’s almost chipper. Likely because he got his dick sucked by any number of willing participants. I’m no fool. I saw the women eyeing him since our arrival, just waiting for their chance.

I handed him to them on a silver platter.

“I wasn’t certain you’d still want me to attend the reception.”

A muscle twitches in his jaw, but he maintains a staring contest with the menu. “Why wouldn’t I want you there?”

Oh, we’re playing it that way. How fun. With a huff, I toss back the covers, storming past him into the bathroom. “Can’t imagine why, Keegan.”

The water is near boiling point in the shower, but it’s icy compared to the temperature of the blood in my veins. Images run through my brain of Keegan, his mouth against some beautiful woman’s neck as he pumps in and out of her, whispering that inside her is the only place he wants to be. Whispering the same words he spoke to me less than twelve hours earlier.

When I emerge, the room is empty.

Again.

There’s a note this time, though.

Had to run a couple of errands with my cousin. Your food should arrive soon.

I’ll be back in a bit.

K

That’s it. Straight and to the point, with nary an emotion in sight.

I don’t want to stay. I want to escape, returning to the house I hate and crawl under the covers, never to emerge.

I’m not equipped for human interaction.

But I’m an adult. I made a deal with Keegan. I will not storm out like some spoilt child, leaving him to explain what occurred. Moreover, I refuse to ruin his cousin’s day. They seem like a lovely couple, and I’m sure as hell not going to be the black mark on their celebration.

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