Page 64 of Filthy Commitments
Would I just stand back and allow that to happen?
I sure as hell wouldn’t let that happen!
If Asia had been faking all this time, then I could let her go, but I wasn’t about to let go of the baby. She’d be in for a fight if that was her plan. But I really couldn’t see her thinking that way.
Asia had a good heart. Her morals ran deep. It was me who made her lie. If it hadn’t been for me, she’d never have done one bad thing. No, she couldn’t be thinking about getting rid of our baby.
But she might be thinking about ending things with me and taking the baby on her own. Would I allow that?
I didn’t want to. But I didn’t know what to do about any of it.
How in the hell did so many things come to pass that I had no idea how to handle?
I wasn’t a stupid man. But damn it, I was feeling pretty fucking stupid. My world was a lie. And I was afraid those lies were about to come crashing down on me.
Was I helpless to stop it? Could I change it all?
I had big decisions to make and not a lot of time to do that in. Getting up, I went to the bathroom door. The water was running in the bathtub. Then it went off and I heard Asia, “Little baby, I want you to know that I love you and I love your daddy too. But we’ve made up something and that lie is looming over us like a deadly shadow. If things were different, I’d be celebrating your creation with your daddy. But things are hard right now. Harder than I hope you ever have to live through. I know if I tell your daddy about you, he’ll ask me to marry him. And I want to marry him. Just not over being pregnant. But there’s also the fact that the lies will always hang over us if we stay together. Baby, I don’t know what we can do to fix it all. But no matter what we do, always know that we both love you.”
Falling against the wall, I held my head in my hands. I knew what I had to do. I had to make things right. Not only for myself and Asia, but for our baby too.
So I put my clothes on, and left.
Asia
After a long bath that did little to ease my mind, I went into the bedroom. The blankets were thrown back, the light was on, and Jett was nowhere to be found.
My heart began to race as I searched frantically for him, calling out his name over and over. I even opened the door and shouted down the hallway.
But he wasn’t there.
He was gone!
And I was all alone.
Shaking, I went to get my cell and called him. His phone was off, it went straight to voicemail. I sat on the bed and searched my mind for what we’d said to each other that would have him leaving me.
Then it hit me.
The contract was over!
He left me because it was over. He’d been acting the entire time.
But why?
He didn’t have to pull some act on me. Or was that something he just did? Did Jett Simmons hire subs to play out some weird fantasy love story with him, then leave them?
Had it all been a lie?
One lie on top of another one. And I was left with a baby inside me that belonged to a man who had it in him to do such a heinous thing.
Jett could’ve been honest with me. He could’ve told me that was what his fantasy was. I’d have played along.
But I would’ve guarded my heart all the while. I bet he counted on that happening. I bet that’s why he didn’t tell me what his real fantasy was. He wanted a fake wife to avoid being set up. He wanted a sub to do it so he could live out a love fantasy. But it was all over now.
I was a thing of the past he could move on from.
My heart hurt like it would never mend. I laid on the bed as it all soaked in. It wasn’t in Jett, to be honest. I knew that then. It had all been a fantasy to him. Never real, never lasting, never going to have my happy ending.
