Chapter 28
BLAKE
Iwant to rip Isaac's head off.
He’s in his office across from the conference room, and he’s glaring at me like I stole his favorite toy.
The lawyers shuffle their papers, and I address them again.
“Everything fifty-fifty. This marriage is real.”
Brian gazes at me with what looks like pride, but he soon drops his eyes when I quirk an eyebrow at him.
“Danielle is having my baby.”
Someone chokes, and I realize it’s Issac.
He’s standing in the doorway, a bunch of papers in his hands as he studies me in disbelief.
“Danielle is pregnant?”
I glare at him, refusing to give him an answer.
“I want it kept a secret until she’s past the three-month mark,” I bark at the lawyers, who nod in unison. “Make sure he doesn’t say a word either.” I nod at Issac who is staring at me with hatred.
“Blake, you can’t be a dad, you haven’t got a clue—”
“Issac, unless you want to be fired on the spot, I suggest you shut your mouth,” I snap, cracking my knuckles.
Issac leans against the doorway, clamping his mouth shut.
He’ll never get another package like this anywhere in the world, so fuck him.
I can see him doing the math in his head, and annoyingly, Brian clears his voice to ask the one question I don’t want to answer.
“How far is Danielle now?”
“Eleven weeks.”
Issac closes his eyes, and I know why.
Eleven weeks takes us back to the week we both slept with her.
I feel physically sick, but what can I do?
If it’s his kid, I’ll kill him and raise it as my own.
No way can I have him lording it over me that he got my wife pregnant.
No fucking way.
“Blake,” Issac whispers, licking his lips. “You know that means I could—”
“Issac, don’t do this.” I sigh, waving away the lawyers who look ecstatic to be released from the room. “I’m going to be frank with you. You used protection, I didn’t. Not once. The chance of the baby being yours is slimmer than hell freezing over.”
Issac rolls his eyes, wrapping his fingers around the chair in front of him.
“How do you know we used protection? You weren’t there.”
Don’t react.
“Issac. You don’t want any more kids, you’ve said so yourself. You’d never fuck a girl bare,” I remind him through gritted teeth.
His smile sends shivers down my spine, and he looks up at me with a shrug. “But I liked Danielle.”
I stare at him in disbelief.
“We were drunk. Lost in the moment…” Issac runs his hands through his hair. “Shit.”
For a brief second in time, we’re best friends again, and I shake my head at him, praying he’s wrong.
“I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know you were in love with her.”
I nod numbly. “But it was once, right? Just once.”
Please say yes, or I’m going to rip your throat out.
Issac shifts, glancing around us before groaning. “It was one night. Not once, but one night.”
My head spins.
My best friend and soulmate spent the night before our wedding fucking relentlessly.
Danielle told me it was just once, but I guess that’s what she meant.
One night.
Why did she tell me she used protection?
Why did she lie?
Or is Issac lying?
“Blake, I was out of order the other day.” Issac rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I shouldn’t have crossed the line. I know you’re in love with each other.”
Good.
I’m glad he knows that.
“But if there’s any chance that’s my baby, I want to be part of its life.”
Closing my eyes, I rub my temples.
I’ll kill him first.
I know it’s irrational, but I’m fiercely possessive over this pregnancy.
It’s Danielle’s first baby, and I’ll be damned if I don’t share every step of it with her.
But if it is Issacs…
“I know it’s hard. But I’m serious, I can walk away from Danielle and respect everything about you as a couple. But the baby, if it’s mine, needs me in its life.”
“It will have a father,” I grit out, cutting my eyes at him.
“It deserves its real father.”
This cannot be happening.
“We won’t know until the baby is here, Blake.”
“I know that, you piece of shit,” I grumble, closing my eyes.
Issac chuckles, and I open my eyes to see him staring at the table. “I really am sorry.”
“Yeah, so am I. I’ll speak to Danielle, but it looks like we’ll need a DNA test.”
I’m bitter.
Of course, I’m fucking bitter.
My best friend might’ve knocked up my wife.
DANIELLE
“Chinese or Indian?” Blake asks, gulping down his water.
His muscles flex beneath his shirt, and I can’t help but pull him toward me.
His body weighs heavily down on mine, and I kiss his neck, aware of his pulse quickening beneath my lips.
His scent drives me wild, and he drops the bottle to the floor, his fingers running up my inner thigh as he sighs.
Uh oh.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper, moving my hips against him.
Blake rests his forehead against mine and sighs. “I spoke to Issac today.”
My stomach drops, and a gasp leaves my lips. I push up onto my elbows, shaking my head.
We said we weren’t telling anyone but the lawyers just in case it got out beforehand.
“Why?” I moan, and Blake reaches for me, kissing my lips softly.
“Because he walked in during my meeting.” His lips purse together, and I close my eyes.
This is all we need.
“Well?” I peek at him as he makes a face. “What did Issac say, Blake?”
Blake glances around, and I know he’s buying time.
“Baby, tell me,” I whisper, climbing onto his lap as I curl my fingers in his hair.
Blake rests his head on my chest, his arms wrapping around me as he inhales me slowly.
I already know what he’s going to say.
I can feel Blake’s pain.
“He thinks it could be his.” Blake’s voice is laced with anger, and I bite my lip, wishing I could turn back time.
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper as Blake lifts his head to mine.
“You said you used protection,” he comments, sadness filling his eyes. His jaw clenches, and I blink with confusion.
“What?”
“Issac said you didn’t.”
I close my eyes, trailing back through my memories until I find that night.
Wine…so much wine. “He did wear protection,” I whisper, cringing at the memory of watching him slide the condom on.
Horror fills me as I see him again, fucking me in my bed in the middle of the night.
No protection.
And again, in the bathroom.
So much for having zero attraction to the guy.
“Shit,” I mutter, and Blake stiffens.
“It wasn’t just one time, was it, baby?”
My breath halts in my throat as I try to speak, but I just want to break down and cry. “It was one night Blake, and I swear I hated you so much. If I’d have known…”
“Hey,” Blake says, pulling me firmly onto his lap as he stares up at me. “I don’t care. Do you hear me? I don’t give a shit. It was before us.”
I nod, my heart soaring with love for him. I slam my lips against his, all thoughts of Issac forgotten.
“You’re mine now. Both of you.” Blake sucks on my neck, his fingers massaging me through my underwear as I nod.
“We’re yours.”
“Say it again.”
I find my voice despite the way he’s rubbing my clit, his dick pressing against me. “We’re yours, Blake.”
“That’s right, baby.” Blake’s tongue enters my mouth as he palms my pussy, his thumb resting on my clit as his fingers move into me. “Ride my fingers, beautiful.”
We lose ourselves like we always do—in sex, in the delicious attraction we have between us.
I try not to think about the baby being Issac’s, but I know when I lock eyes with Blake that he’s thinking about it too.
“Let me fuck you,” I command, my fingers yanking my panties to the side as Blake pulls his dick free, lining it up against my slit. “Please, Blake.”
But Blake teases me, his mouth clamped on mine as he strokes himself hard against my clit, bringing me to an earth-shattering orgasm. His hand is slick with my juices, and as soon as I come, he slides effortlessly into me, filling me.
I still, absorbing him, until he jerks his hips up, commanding my attention.
“Go on then, wife. Ride your man.”
I don’t need telling twice.