Page 81 of Silver Fox Daddies

Although, not as surprising as the vomit that spilled out of my mouth this morning mid-lecture.

I stare at myself in the mirror, gripping the basin of the sink. I look paler than normal, all of the color gone from my face, like someone has stuck a needle into my veins and drained my entire blood supply. My head feels woozy too. I woke up this morning unable to stand up straight, colliding with my nightstand, rousing a very moody Natasha from sleep.

A lot has gone on these past couple of weeks—I’m overwhelmed, that’s all it is.

It can’t be anything else.

I swallow thickly, the bitter taste of bile still lingering on my tongue. I took off from my seat in that lecture theater quickerthan a plane from a runway, sprinting into the restrooms just in time.

After making weird eye contact with my reflection, I wash my hands and scoop up my bag from the floor. Still a little lightheaded, I keep one hand on the counter to stabilize myself as I take out my phone.

Natasha: Did a morning coffee sort you out, or are you still crashing into everything?

Unable to type, my head dizzy from looking at the screen, I hit call and press the device to my ear. I’ve told her about everything that happened with the bikers, leaving no stone unturned. She knows that Diesel murdered my mother, knows that Daddy is the leader of Venom Vulture’s rival club.

The only thing shedoesn’tknow about is that I slept with them three days ago in the lecture theater I was ironically scheduled to sit in today.

“It’s no good,” I tell her as soon as she picks up.

“Even after the coffee?”

“Ew. Do not mentionanyfood or beverage to me today. Just the thought is making me feel sick again.” I press a hand to my stomach.

“Do you think you could be pregnant?”

I tense, taking the hand from my stomach because it’s all sounding a little too real. The thought has crossed my mind, but it’s too much to think about and only makes me feel more nauseous. “I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

“Did you use a condom?”

I back into the wall. “No.” I can practically feel her raising her eyebrows. “Tash, I’m not pregnant. I only slept with them twice.”

“It only takes once.”

“You’re scaring me.”

“Do you want me to tell you how it is, or just what you wanna hear?”

“Just what I wanna hear.”

“Then I would be a bad friend.”

My pulse spikes, mind spiraling. It’s not like I’m sleeping with one person. There arethreeof them. That means I’ve not just had sex twice. I’ve had it six times.

And they all came inside of me.

A cold shiver scuttles up the back of my spine, causing my entire body to shake.

“Look, don’t freak out. Take a test first. I’ll meet you at the CVS across the road from the college. We’ll get a coffee and you can take the test there in the restrooms. I’m in dire need of caffeine.”

“Fine. But make sure to not get me any.”

She laughs and hangs up the phone.

My stomach turns at the thought of that test being positive, but Natasha is right. I can’t freak out when I don’t know.

Still, that doesn’t mean I’m not panicking. I don’t even know how I make it to the CVS until I’m browsing the aisles, bumping into one of the workers.

“Are you okay, miss? What are you searching for?”

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