Page 105 of Adam & Eve

Eve’s ringtone interrupted the vile shit my father was about to say, essentially saving his life.

In nearly two months, Eve had never called me before. I knew it must have been something important.

I kept my eyes on him as I answered immediately. He wore a devious smirk that I wanted to knock off

his face. I recognized the fact that he was purposely trying to bait me, or either he was pleased with

the fact that he had. Maybe he was testing just how dedicated to my relationship I was.

“Please come home,” Eve said nervously then hung up.

Everything outside of getting to her was forgotten. “I have to go.”

I stood then grabbed my keys from the desk drawer before I headed for the door.

My father grabbed my arm as I passed him. “At least let us meet her.” He narrowed his eyes

and his tone dropped. “She’s about to have my grandchild, isn’t she? And we need to discuss my

retirement and you taking your rightful place in the company.”

I glared down at him. I wondered again what his angle was. Better yet, how had he known

she was pregnant? I didn’t have time to dwell on either.

“Fine,” I agreed, even though I had no attention of him meeting her or talking to him about

either subject.

I snatched away and jogged out to my car. I drove home without knowing if I’d followed any

rules of traffic to get there. My heart was in my stomach.

“Eve,” I called to her soon as I made it through the door.

I half walked, half ran to the kitchen when she answered.

“I cooked for you,” she greeted me when I rushed through the door.

“What the fuck? You cooked? I thought something bad had happened,” I snapped at her and

immediately regretted it.

The hurt in her eyes was fleeting, but I still saw it. I felt like shit for causing it. Cooking was

one of the things I’d told her would please me and she was putting forth an effort. I grabbed her and

pulled her to me when she tried to push past me and storm out of the kitchen.

I pulled her into an embrace. She stiffened. “I’m sorry,” I apologized sincerely, pressing a kiss

against the pulse of her neck. “Can we start over?”

“Nah, I’m good. I suddenly have a headache.” She twisted away, at least tried to.

“I really am sorry. I got scared. You know I’m on edge about the baby.” I felt her body relax.

“You’re beautiful though,” I complimented.

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