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Can I let him have his way with my body and not fall for him? Am I strong enough for that?
My gut tells me no. But my vagina…she sayshell yes.
“What’s in it for you?” I ask, not caring that he knows how intensely I’m considering his offer.
“It’s funny you don’t think I get anything out of this.” He licks his lips slowly. “But I’ll entertain it. You get to help me with my social aesthetic. Whatever the fuck that means. More than just what your job requires.”
“Like daily things?” I ask.
“Whatever you think fans would want to see of me. You’re the expert.”
It’s not a horrible idea. “And what happens when the baby comes? We just stop?”
“If that’s what you want, yes. We stop,” he answers sincerely.
“I won’t fuck you while you’re fucking other women, August. Not only because I’m pregnant but because I have more respect for myself than that.”
Something that looks a lot like hurt crosses his face, but he makes no effort to entertain it. “You don’t have to worry about that. Trust me.”
Right.
“Okay, well, fine. We can try it.” I already regret my decision.
Fought real hard for that one, Tenley.
He smiles before standing and pulling me into his chest. “My guess is four months,” he mumbles confidently in my ear.
“What?” I pull back to look at him. “What’s four months?”
“Four months until you’re in love with me. I’ll be counting down the minutes.”
I stand with a million questions running through my mind.
“Oh, and Tenley?” I turn at the sound of his voice from the other side of the sliding door.
“Yeah?” I whisper, still thrown off by his proclamation.
“Say cheese.” And another picture taken of me for his spank bank.
Fabulous.
20
AUGUST
Boston may be the shittiest town I’ve ever had the displeasure of visiting.
The streets are dirty. The air stinks. And even worse than that, Tenley’s nowhere to be found.
Morning sickness is kicking her ass.
I’d really like to know when the buzzkill sickness goes away.
Asking for me because I’m dying inside to touch her again. Not that it would matter since our schedules have been so far opposite of each other, the only time we get together is when she’s sick in bed, rebuking anything with a smell stronger than natural pheromones.
Which selfishly does me no favors.
Still, I hate it for her. Miss her spunk.
