Page 25 of Pregnancy Scandal
Giselle ran her finger over me again, and I stepped out of her reach.
“No. We’re done, Giselle. We’re done,” I told her, and she looked like she couldn’t believe it.
It didn’t faze her though. Not the woman who was never told no and always got what she wanted.
She gave me that cunning smile again. It was filled with mischief this time. “Can’t say no forever, Gilly. Can’t say no, and you never could to me.”
She sauntered past me and walked back through the door.
She might have been right. I’d never been able to say no to Abby either, yet I’d said no to her days ago and no to Giselle just now.
I watched Giselle get in her sports car and drive away, hair billowing out in the wind.
She was a problem for another day I wouldn’t acknowledge. For now, she knew I was done with her, and that was all.
Who I needed to focus on now was Abby.
I remembered what happened. We didn’t sleep together. I needed to tell her. I just wasn’t sure if she’d be happy or sad about it. However she felt, we needed to talk.Ineeded to talk to her.
As I left a crazy idea formed in my head.
* * *
It was Mia who let me in again when I got to Abby’s place.
Most times, the door was unlocked, and I could just walk right in. Most often to an empty house, except when Taylor had lived here. These days, either Mia or Abby was home, and as this morning showed, Vanessa.
This morning wasn’t something I wanted to remember. Me naked in the kitchen with my shirt hiding my dick, then me in my boxers trying to get my pants out of the tree, which I remembered throwing outside when we crashed into the door. That was just before we hit the floor.
Abby was upstairs in her room. The door was open. She was writing something in a notebook but stopped when I walked in. The beginning of the usual smile she would normally give me tipped the corners of her mouth but faded, and fear filled her eyes.
“Hi, um… I was going to see you, or call,” she stuttered.
I walked up to her and crouched down.
“No lip ring today,” she noted.
“If I wear it every day, it won’t look cool. It’ll lose that effect when people first see it.” I was the only guy I knew who had a piercing. It was as far as I would go. Piercings didn’t tend to go down well while playing football the way I played it. I’d seen many instances where something got ripped.
“It always looks cool,” she breathed.
“Thought you hated it.”
She shook her head. “I lied.”
“You said that last night.” I grinned, but she looked down at her fingers, cheeks flushing.
“I’m sorry.” When her gaze climbed back up to meet mine, her eyes glossed with tears. “Is this …goodbye? You came to tell me goodbye? I’d understand. I know I crossed the line with the whole baby thing, and it was selfish of me. You just won the Super Bowl. We should have been on some island somewhere going crazy with happiness because that’s a lifetime achievement. Instead, we were here dealing with my stupid idea. It was my fault we slept together.”
I never thought she would blame herself. I doubted it was the type of thing anyone could cast blame on, and not when I was here looking at her and wondering the same as last night and twenty years ago.
What would it be like to be with her?
I covered her hands with mine.
“I think the worst thing you ever did to me was give me chicken pox the day before football camp.” I smirked.
“What? That was the worst thing?” She narrowed her eyes at me.
