Page 66 of Filthy Commitments
Maybe he’d get the maid to gather his things and send them to him in Los Angeles. I’m sure he was going to go back there. Then my heart began to ache for his poor parents. He’d also duped his father, although I’m sure that was inadvertent, into thinking he’d be taking over his CEO job.
I knew I couldn’t go to his parents and tell them about the baby, either. I had to leave them alone, per the contract, to avoid any contact with the Dom’s family and friends after said contract was over.
Man, they’d love knowing about the baby, though. It didn’t seem fair not to tell them about it. But I might have to give everything back if I did that.
My hands were tied. I had to follow the contract. Not for my sake but for the little guy who was living inside of me. The kid deserved at least some of what his father provided. I’d make sure to learn how to take care of the money he’d given me. I’d make it last, invest it, make it grow. I’d do it for our baby.
Dressed and ready to go, I headed to the lobby where the doorman hailed a cab for me and tipped his hat. “Have a lovely day.”
That would be impossible. But I nodded. “You too.” I got into the cab with my one bag, gave the driver the address to my parent’s home and sat back. It was hard as hell not to cry as we pulled away from The Plaza Hotel. The place that would forever be etched into my brain as the place where my life, as I thought it would be, was ended.
Like all things, everything must end. But why did it have to end like this and leave me with a souvenir that would forever remind me of the man I lost?
Jett
I had no choice but to do what I did.
Things had to be taken care of. There was just no other choice to make.
Sure it was hard. And sure I had to accept the fact that I’d hurt people. But it had to be done. There was just no other way to make things right.
Asia deserved to get to hold her head high. She was a good woman. And she was carrying my baby. I didn’t want the lie to affect her any more than it already had. There was only the one way to fix it all.
Pain was part of that process. It had to be.
When lies get told, pain is always part of the process when you try to fix everything. Humility is learned. And so is the fact that lying comes with a high price.
Thankfully, the lies were over. And Asia would get to have her real life back. Not that make-believe one we were living. That life was over.
I had to say good riddance to that life. I was glad to have it behind me. Who needs all that drama?
At least that’s what I told myself as I drove my car away from our home that morning.
Asia
“Mom, Dad?” I pulled the screen door open and went into the home I’d grown up in.
“Mornin’ baby girl.” Mom came into the living room with an apron on. “Isn’t this a lovely morning? Look at that sun. And can you smell the scent of autumn that’s just around the corner? Oh, I can’t wait for the first cold breeze to blow through our door.”
She was as happy. Telling her would be hard. I didn’t want to spoil her great mood. “You cooking breakfast?” I followed her into the kitchen after I dropped my bag by the door. It was then I realized that she hadn’t asked me where Jett was.
But I wasn’t about to say anything about it. Maybe she thought he’d come later. I didn’t know, and I wasn’t in the mood to spoil her mood.
“I have some wonderful things going on in here. Eggs, pancakes, sausage, bacon. Homemade biscuits are just about to come out of the oven, and the hash browns are nearly done too. If you pour yourself a cup of coffee or juice and take a seat, I’ll have it all ready soon.”
I went for a coffee cup then stopped. My sisters both cut out caffeine when they were pregnant. I should too, I thought. I went for the juice glasses and poured some bright orange juice into one.
The first sip was bitter, and I wrinkled my nose then took a seat. The heaping piles of food had me wondering if company was coming.
Oh, I was not in the mood for company!
Before I could ask Mom about that, Dad came in and grabbed me by the shoulders as he kissed me on top of the head. “Well, look who’s here. How’s my baby girl this morning?”
Depressed. Dumped. Slightly deranged.
I didn’t want to bring him down, either. Whatever the night and morning had done for my parents was great. I wasn’t going to rain on their parade. “I’m doing well, Daddy.”
“Good to hear.” He made his way to Mom, snuggling her from behind then kissing her cheek. “Oh, honey this looks divine, and it smells like Heaven in here.”
