Page 18 of Daddy's Good Girl
“Don’t touch me!”she screams again while leaping back three feet, spittle flying from her mouth.“Do.Not.Ever.Touch.Me.Again!”
Then, Jenna runs out, the door swinging wildly behind her.I’m left in the silence of the room, the plush space suddenly oddly empty without the curvy girl in it.Goddamn, that went badly.That went fucking awful, actually, and a pang of fear strikes my heart because I expected fireworks, yes, but I didn’t expect total disaster.But my mouth twists in a frown because I have to make this work.The girl I adore is having my baby ...and it’s up to me to safeguard their futures.
10
Jenna
Isit on Emma’s bed, my eyes dry and hot.My stomach churns but it’s not just with pregnancy.It’s also because of the revolting way that Rick treated me.
After all, how can a doctor give you a placebo instead of actual birth control?Who even does that?I swear, I need to read up on medical ethics because Rick should have his license taken away at the very least.I’m so angry with the alpha male that I shake, even now, blinking hotly while staring at the wall.
“Here, have some crackers,” Emma murmurs, offering me a plate of saltines.“This will be okay on your stomach, right?That, and some seltzer water,” she says, indicating the open bottle of fizzy soda by her.
“Thanks,” I manage in a choked voice while wiping at my dry eyes.“I appreciate it.”
“You want to tell me what’s wrong?”she asks.
I think for a moment.Should I confide in Emma, who’s the daughter of the man I hate?Then again, Rick is my babydaddy, and she’s going to find out about her new sibling sooner or later.
“So remember when you said I might be preggo?”I begin.
Emma perks up, straightening on the bed.
“Yes?And?”
“Well, I am,” I say in a low voice.“Your dad impregnated me.”
Emma literally claps her hand with joy, her expression filled with joy.
“Oh my god, this is so wonderful!I mean, you’re excited right?You’ll be a young mom, but everyone says that giving birth early in life is easier than waiting until you’re forty—”
I cut her off with a sharp look.
“It’s not wonderful because your dad knocked me up on purpose, Em.He betrayed me.”
My friend squints, puzzled.
“What do you mean?You guys were using the shot, right?You know that no contraception is a hundred percent fail-proof.”
I shoot her a cold look.
“No, Rick did something a thousand times worse.He made me think I was getting a shot of Depo Provera every three months, but actually, he was shooting me up with sugar water.That’s right, your dad was giving me a placebo as part of a devious scheme to get me pregnant.”
Emma looks momentarily surprised, but then her pretty features settle into sympathy.
“I’m so sorry,” she speaks in a low tone.“I knew my dad was desperate, but I never thought it would come to this.”
I stare at her.
“What do you mean, Rick’s desperate?Desperate to meet women?Desperate, as in he’s a desperate guy in general?I don’t think so.That doesn’t sound right, not even a little bit.”
My pretty friend bites her lip for a moment, looking away.But then her gaze swings back to me.
“How much has my dad told you about himself?”
I stare right back at her.
“A lot.We’re together all the time.I basically live at his house now.”
