Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
But it only serves to illustrate how unconventional our relationship is. This isn’t the sort of thing that’s exactly easy to go public with.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m all in. I’m in love with Shane, and I don’t mind the age difference one bit. I feel safe with him, and I know he respects me too. Shane has told me he doesn’t mind the age gap either. He says it doesn’t matter what other people think, as long we’re happy. Frankly, if it weren’t for my dad, we would have gone public from the get-go. But my dad being his college friend throws a real wrench in that plan.
I stare at the blank grey box on the test. I’m so scared. I haven’t had my period in almost two months and this is unexpected because we are careful when we make love. We always try to use protection. But there was a time or two when things got away from us.
After all, it just gets so hot quickly between us. We can’t help but get caught up in the action from time to time. He always insists that we stop and get a condom, but sometimes, I convince him otherwise. It’s too good to let him get up and leave the room, and to be honest, I love feeling him raw as he goes deep. I especially like it when he comes hard without protection, filling my pussy with his seed. But look where that’s gotten us now.
All things considered, it’s to be expected. After all, I’m young and fertile, Shane is a very virile man, and we make love constantly. But what will he think? More importantly, how on Earth would I hide that from my dad?
I watch as two blue lines sketch themselves across the little gray box. One line is not pregnant, two lines means I have a baby inside of me. Oh my god. This wasn’t supposed to happen! I wasn’t even supposed to be at the hotel that night, but now, I’m pregnant with the baby of my dad’s best friend.
I pick up my phone to call Rose because I need her advice. I need someone else to carry the weight of this news with me until I find a way to tell Shane.
“Lucy! Where are you? You didn’t come home after class today,” Rose scolds. I panic and hang up. Hearing her voice makes me even more uncertain, and I need to talk to Shane now.
But as I get my things together, my heart turns over because deep in my gut, I know that I want this baby more than anything. Maybe it was conceived while I was “escorting,” but it really doesn’t matter. I’m in love with the father, and hopefully he loves me too. But that’s the problem: all of this is based on hope. There’s nothing concrete because Shane and I have never talked about our relationship, or set anything in stone. There have been no promises, and no talk of the future, although now, the future has come to us.
My phone rings in my hand, the screen lit with a picture of Rose. Without hesitation, I hit the red button and throw my phone and the test in the front pocket of my backpack. Then I set off for the nearest subway stop.
Twenty minutes later, I arrive at Shane’s penthouse and let myself in. He gave me my own key about a month ago, and it’s supposedly so that I have a quite place to come study if I ever need to get away from the dorms. But it feels very romantic. Like we’re serious, even if we’ve never discussed it.
Of course, everything is a little different when you’re dating someone in secret. I’ve kept Rose in the loop over the last few months, but nobody else knows. Those boys from my dorm are aware I went out with someone who owns a Range Rover, but they’ve probably already forgotten. And sometimes, when you aren’t telling anybody, the lines blur even with the person you’re closest to.
After all, Shane and I have danced around the topic of going public with our relationship, but the timing just doesn’t feel right. There is so much on the line. Plus, once my dad finds out, all hell will break loose. After all, who really wants to find out that their baby girl is dating a man twice her age? And that she was working as an escort when she first slept with him? The thought makes me shudder with fear, but a child on the way might be the universe’s way of forcing us to come out.
“Shane, are you home?” I call out, striding to the kitchen. I hear him call back from dining room adjacent to the small foyer.
“Hey, I’m right here. You’re early!” he says as he crosses the room to kiss me hello. As usual, he’s ungodly handsome in a black shirt with black jeans. My mouth waters, but I make myself stay strong.