You’re a fucking slutbag!
Come the fuck home or I’m going to break down Ramona’s door and drag you out by your hair.
Those were only a few of his threats. They got worse as the night went on. All the vile and heinous things he said weren’t like him, but he said them just the same.
Whoever the monster was on the other end of that text, he wasn’t my Adam.
Ramona entered her tiny kitchen and poured herself a cup of coffee. She turned to me, taking in my questioning look.
“It’s on a timer,” she said with pride. “I set it up at night and at seven in the morning, it brews itself.”
“What happens if you sleep in?”
She laughed. “I drink cold coffee.” Her eyes perused my bare legs, and when she realized I caught her looking, she quickly glanced away, cheeks pink with embarrassment.
I felt bad for her. She can’t help who she’s attracted to, just like I can’t help who I’m in love with.
Like it or not, I would probably always love Sabbath, but that didn’t mean I needed to like him, or respect him for that matter.
“So, tell me more about this threesome. How was it?”
My eyes shimmered with delight. “Orgasmic,” I dreamily said, thinking about how good they made me feel.
“Damn, I still can’t believe it.”
I smirked. “Me either, but it did happen.”
“Are there any feelings there? Or is everything just sex for you?”
My gaze migrated to the window. The sky was a pretty light blue, and there was a smattering of clouds covering it. I loved clear days like this.
“It depends on what guy.”
“What do you mean?”
Reluctantly, I met her gaze, a little nervous to talk about all this.
“With Clash, it was just sex, but with Snyder…” my voice trailed off. Everything was different with Snyder.
“It was like it was meant to be?” she asked, staring at me with wide eyes.
A loud sigh escaped my lips. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just reading into shit that isn’t there.”
She shook her head, smiling at me over her steamy cup of black coffee. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. You’re definitely reading something that is there.”
God, just thinking about what my life would be like with Snyder had me humming. But then Sabbath’s face reappears, and all that happiness is suffocated by my sorrow—my betrayal—the pain.
“Should you be drinking that while you’re pregnant?” I questioned, avoiding the topic.
“I can have one cup. The doctor said it was okay.”
“You’ve seen a doctor? Shit, Ramona, when?” Most of the girls hardly ever left the club without a member escorting them. She would’ve had to be pretty crafty to get out without one of them seeing her.
“I slipped out while they were on a run last month. It was enough time to get everything I needed for the time being. I let my doctor know my situation, and he keeps in contact with me via virtual appointments.”
“Damn, that has to be hard.”
She rubbed her stomach, a soft smile toying with her lips.