Page 197 of Beautifully Ruined
“I pass,” Gianna says.
“I let my boyfriend put me on the St. Andrew’s cross and whip me and then force orgasms.” Macy beams, clearly thinking she won.”
Lia winks at me.
“Well, I met a guy, someone I hadn’t spoken to, let him put cameras in my place to watch me and then let him play out a rape fantasy on me. And we got wilder from there.”
“Oh. My. God.” Macy gapes at me. “Does Cade know?”
“Yep, and I’m marrying my kinky stranger tomorrow.” I gulp down my cocktail as they all cheer, and Macy grins.
“That’s wild,” Gianna says. “I really haven’t done much of my own free will, but…wow.”
“I’m not shocked,” Macy says. “I knew there was a deviant lurking under all that innocence.”
We rage on for a few hours, but a deal’s a deal and I want to get home. Of course, the deal was with myself, but I want a perfect wedding day. So, Lia and I stumble from the bar to the Uber and from the Uber to her apartment.
Lia falls, fully dressed, into bed and is drunkenly snoring.
My nausea hits hard, and I run a bath, but it doesn’t help.
I want to blame the cocktails but unlike the rest of them, I only had three. They were enough to make me tipsy, but not to give me a hangover, so they shouldn’t be making me sick.
I dry off and dress.
I’m pulling on the big T-shirt so I can crawl into bed with Lia when something clicks in my head.
My period.
It’s late.
Like over a week.
I know Lia bought herself pregnancy tests in bulk because she was convinced a boyfriend who came from a large Catholic family had the kind of baby making genetics that could punch holes through all contraceptives.
He broke up with her, but I know she still has some.
I rummage in her medicine cabinet and find one.
Pee in a stick and three minutes later show me that my nausea had a reason to be.
I’m a fucking pregnant idiot.
My phone on the vanity starts to vibrate, and I’m in such shock I answer.
It’s Cade.
“Let me in, woman. I’m outside Lia’s apartment door, and I want to see you.”
I hurry from the bathroom and open the door.
Sure enough, there he is. In the building outside Lia’s actual door.
He grabs me and pushes me against the wall, kissing me, and I kiss him back everything in me on fire as I drown in him.
Holy shit. We’re pregnant.
He steps back and closes the door. He sways a little.
