Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Shannon lounged on the leather sofa, awaiting Master Merritt for their monthly session.
Date. It was a date. Drumming her long nails on the armrest, she daydreamed about a life with him.
It didn’t matter what he’d said at the clinic; the news she was about to share with him would surely get rid of the annoying nurse.
Concerned about him being late, Shannon was about to inquire when she saw him walk in with one of the other Dom’s. “Shannon, how are you today?” he asked as he stepped towards her.
“Fine, Sir. Where would you like me tonight?”
Razor eyed the young lady as she stood with her head slightly bowed. They didn’t have a session. He’d actually taken a break from the club since his last session with Shannon. He was only there to take care of the paperwork.
Weeks earlier, at the clinic, he’d informed her that under no circumstances would they be continuing any sort of arrangement. In or out of the club. “Shannon, we don’t have a session scheduled tonight.”
He saw her head snap up, and the look she gave him was anything but friendly. Then as if she pulled a mask down her expression changed to a one of kindness. “I was hoping we could have a session, Sir, to celebrate.”
“What would we be celebrating?”
“Us being pregnant,” Shannon announced almost squealing before she leapt towards Master Merritt.
Razor caught the young woman keeping her at arm’s length. “Did you say you are pregnant?’
“Yes.”
“And why do you think this child is mine?”
“Because you’re the only man I’ve been with, Sir.”
The anger that came over Razor was instantaneous.
Looking over his shoulder he saw the look on Master Dimitri’s face.
They had strict rules in the club. All submissives had to be seen by the physician that the club retained.
All subs were to be on birth control. At any time they lapsed, they had to be seen by the physician.
They were also required to be seen monthly to make sure they were disease-free.
If Shannon were pregnant; the club’s physician would have called to inform them.
Razor saw Dimitri shake his head no. Which meant no call had come in confirming Shannon’s declaration. “Did you see Dr. Straton?”
“No. I went to my personal physician. I have the paperwork if you want to see it.”
“I would. And we will make you an appointment with Dr. Straton asap,” he told her. Holding out his hand, Razor waited for her to hand over the paperwork from her doctor.
“Oh, I don’t have it with me.”
“Shannon. Please go to Master Jessie’s office. We will meet you there shortly.”
“Fine. But this is between Master Merritt and me.”
“If you are pregnant with his child, that is between the two of you. The fact that you have allowed yourself to become pregnant while under a strict contract with The Red Door is a matter for the board. Now, go to his office,” Dimitri snapped at the girl.
Shannon glared at Dimitri before walking off. Nothing the club could do would keep her from being with Master Merritt. If everything went according to her plans, she would be the future Mrs. Merritt Clermont.
Taking a few minutes for himself, Razor stepped into a private room and closed the door.
He wanted to throat punch somebody. Controlling his temper at that time was imperative.
He didn’t want to come off as out of control.
Screw it, he thought, and dropped down onto the sofa that sat in the room.
Pregnant. What in the hell. He couldn’t even say the words out loud.
After ten minutes of sitting numbly thinking about the situation, Razor shoved off the sofa.
Its fragile frame creaked under his weight.
Knowing the others would be waiting on him had Razor cooling his jets before opening the door.
Walking into the office, he tried being less annoyed.
It wasn’t the first time that he had to rein in his mood.
It was the first time that one of the subs had announced they were carrying his child.
Fuck, he should have gotten the vasectomy years ago when the thought had crossed his mind.
Closing the door, he readied himself for a fight.
Glancing over at the man sitting behind the desk, Razor wondered what Jessie had to say about this new situation. Hopefully, the conversation would go easy.
Shannon gave him a smile. “Master Merritt, I was beginning to worry.”
Hearing her words, everything flooded in.
This was a game she was playing. It was that, or she was pregnant, but it wasn’t his.
But how could he be sure? “No, you weren’t.
You’ve been after me for more than a year to be your Dom.
In the last six months you’ve made it clear you wanted a relationship outside of the club.
When I declined to entertain it, that’s when you began badgering me to participate in scenes with me. Why is that, Shannon?”
Rising from her seat, she glared at him. “I’m pregnant. You’re the father. And you will take care of it?”
“If you mean paying for an abortion. Yes.”
Shannon almost stumbled as she heard the word abortion. “What did you say?”
“I’ll take care of the abortion,” he repeated.
The look on her face went from hurt to menacing in a split second.
The slap across his face pushed him over the edge since his mood had been teetering.
Razor’s hand went around her neck. He squeezed ever so gently and walked her backwards until her back was pressed against the wall. That’s when he heard the moan.
Dropping his hand, Razor stepped back. “You are no longer welcome at The Red Door. Gather your things and leave the property.” By the look on her face, he knew that his point was heard.
Shannon glared at him. Did he think he would just tell her they were finished? Did he think that removing her from the club would change anything?
“You might want to get rid of your girlfriend. Because you’re about to have a family.”
“Shannon, you misunderstand the relationship between us. This has been a contract, and it’s now terminated.”
“I don’t care what you think this was between us. I’m having your child!” she shouted at him.
Keeping his composure, he shrugged. “That’s not my problem.
It states in your contract that if you become pregnant, none of the Dom’s are responsible for the child unless a different agreement is achieved.
Razor walked to the door and opened it. Ralph will meet you at the changing room and escort you off the property once you’ve gathered your things. ”
When she walked into the hall, Shannon turned facing him, pointing a finger. “I’m leaving so you can calm down. But I won’t give you too much time. We have to sit down and discuss the baby.”
Before Razor could respond, she continued. “If you think I’m going away, you’re sadly mistaken. I’ll give you until Friday to tell your girlfriend. Then I’ll tell her all about you, me, and our baby.”
“Shannon, I’m telling you to go home. And if I see you near Lottie or find out you’re calling her, we…you and me…will be having a conversation you won’t like.”
“It’s your choice,” Shannon said, stepping further away from him. “If you don’t tell her…I’ll be forced to.”
Razor glared at Shannon. He didn’t give a shit about what she said.
He wouldn’t be forced into anything. He needed to deal with her and fast. “Shannon, I’ll call you tonight and discuss our next step.
” He saw her smile like she’d won an award.
Little did she know that they would be discussing her seeing Dr. Straton for a pregnancy test.
“I’ll be waiting for your call.” He heard Shannon say as she flounced down the hall.
Shutting the door, Razor was pissed. “Fucking bitch,” he growled, then punched the wall, hitting it so hard he damaged it.
That bitch had just tangled him up. How in the hell would he tell Lottie about this?
It wasn’t like she didn’t know he’d been having sexual relations with Shannon.
Hell, Lottie had requested to watch them play out a scene for her privately.
This had to be a sick, twisted game Shannon was playing.
“Merritt, are you okay?”
“Not even a little bit. I need to talk with Dr. Straton before I talk to Shannon tonight. I swear if she’s pregnant by me, I’ll kill that bitch.”
He watched as Jessie picked up the phone and made the call. This was his worst nightmare.
It wasn’t that he’d never thought about having kids. He just always thought it would be after he one day found a woman he loved. Get married, then have a kid or two. This was not his plan.