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I don’t even deny it, because when it comes to him, Iamneedy. No one could resist this. I’ve never had sex so good in my life.

“Are you going to fuck me or talk me to death?”

“I’m going to ruin you,” he says in my ear and my thighs clench.

He lifts my leg again, and I feel his tip at my entrance. Before I can prepare, he shoves into me ruthlessly.

My breath catches in my throat, my nails digging into his shoulders as my body stretches around his thick length.

His nose nuzzles my neck. “You take me so good, like you were made for me, Dayna. Every inch of you is mine.”

I love when he talks like that. It’s so filthy. And when he drags along my walls before slamming back into me, all I can do is cling to him.

My day doesn’t continue to be that good. By lunchtime I’m a clammy, sweaty mess. I’ve already snuck off to the bathroom three times to puke and I swear if I brush my teeth anymore, I’m going to take the enamel off.

My boss keeps glaring at me like she’s trying to figure out how she can fire me, and the only thing that keeps me going are Dash’s messages checking in.

By the time my lunch break rolls around, I’m so tired that all I want to do is go back Dash’s apartment, crawl into our bed and sleep until morning.

That’s the only reason I don’t see her as I get off the lift.

My head is full of Dash and whether I should risk eating a sandwich or wait until I get home.

“Dayna!”

My body tenses, the sound of her voice triggering all my nerves.

I turn just as my mother scurries across the foyer, past building security, towards me.

Oh, not today, Satan.

I already feel nauseated. Janet is ready to light a match and toss it on my desk. I can’t deal with Evelyn too.

But I don’t have a choice. She’s coming straight for me, and there’s nowhere to hide.

Her heels click on the tiled floor, her chin high, hair perfect, and the tan coat she’s wearing is definitely something she can’t afford.

Is it ethical to fake a medical emergency?

Her eyes scan my face before stopping on my belly. I fold my arms over my barely-there bump as she drags her gaze back to mine.

Her smile is forced, too wide, too unnatural to be sincere. Like a shark before it takes a bite.

“What are you doing here?” I demand.

“I’ve been to your apartment three times this week, darling, and there was no sign of you there, so I had no choice but to come to your work. Especially since you’re not answering my calls.”

Of course, I’m not. “You told me to abort my child. I didn’t really feel like talking to you.”

Her gaze darts around, as if she’s terrified someone might hear the scandal against the great Harrington name. “You’re stillpregnantthen?”

She spits it like my child is disgusting, and that pisses me off.

“Yes, Mother, I’m still pregnant with a baby I very much want with a man I very much love.”

Saying that doesn’t scare me as much as it used to, and it doesn’t make my chest tightened in the way it used to either.

She sniffs the air, her face wrinkling. “I really wish you wouldn’t make decisions based on getting back at me, Dayna. Your stubbornness will ruin your life, not mine.”

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