CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Faye
I sit in my bedroom, trying to focus on the laptop and select the final few photos for Felix’s approval.
It’s only been a day since we made love – since he showed me I never had to be afraid, never had to doubt myself because I gave myself to him – and we’ve agreed not to see each other again until Lola knows.
Luckily, she was out when I returned home yesterday.
I was able to disappear into my room and pretend we didn’t have to do it.
But it’s lunchtime now, almost time.
It’s difficult to think about yesterday without letting a smile touch my face. The sex was better than I ever could’ve imagined. There were brief moments of discomfort at his size, but then it was like our bodies took over.
Our lust took over, and we couldn’t freaking stop.
Now it’s like I can feel our baby in my belly, already growing.
Lola’s brother or sister.
I flinch when Lola knocks on my door.
“Yes,” I call, my voice croaking.
She pushes the door open, a frown on her face.
When she folds her arms, her countless bracelets make a jingle-jangle noise, drawing me back to so many teenage memories I almost weep.
“So what’s this about, Faye?”
I swallow, attempting to turn away, but she stares at me like she has countless times before. It’s her don’t-you-dare-lie-to-me face.
“I think we should wait until Felix is here,” I say softly.
Even now, parts of my thoughts tick away in the background, remembering what it felt like to have his unbelievably big manhood inside of me, pushing deep and hard, making my insides stretch in the best, most tantalizing way ever.
Stop, I silently scream at myself.
“It doesn’t take a genius,” Lola mutters, walking into the bedroom.
Her tone is difficult to place. I normally think I’m pretty good at reading her, but it’s like she’s hiding her emotions with a neutral exterior.
The frown has gone, replaced with a look of calm or near-calm. But she can’t hide her mood completely, not from me.
“To figure out what’s going on here, I mean,” she says, pausing at the edge of the bed.
I look up at her, my heart fluttering far too quickly, knowing the moment’s coming soon.
Where my worst nightmare comes true.
Lola will hate me, turn away from me, and never want to see me again.
She’ll force Felix to choose…and what other choice could he possibly make except to choose his daughter?
But after we made love, during the car ride home, he told me several times…Finally, he said he could never let me go. He said he couldn’t even think about this not working out.
“You both want to see me,” she says. “And you’re both acting weird.”