Page 69 of The Betrayal
Keaton’s thumb rubs over the back of my hand and tightens slightly which causes me to look up at him, giving him a sad smile.
It’s like he can read my body language, any little emotion that I feel or show, he is there with me. I never believed in soulmates until Keaton.
I never thought I would fall in love with one of my dad’s best friends, but here I am.
Married.
Pregnant.
In love.
We were so wrong, yet so right in so many ways.
Following Sage into Pricks, Reese and Killian were by my side and I was praying that I didn’t feel sick at the table. I still couldn’t believe I was pregnant.
I actually have a baby growing inside of me.
I know I am going to have to sign into my cam app and face TallDarkandHandsome at some point. I have been in hiding ever since that night. I never expected it to go the way it did, but yet, it happened. One of the worst nights of my life and I have had a few.
I never should have agreed to meet him. Should have just kept it online, in my bedroom. But I was stupid and did it anyway and now here I am. Pregnant. With either his or Keaton’s baby and I really want it to be Keaton’s. I know he says he will love it either way but still… will he?
“Ugh, what do you want?” the rude young server says to us, his eyes bouncing between the six of us.
“We have a table booked,” Sage pipes up, walking forward and standing tall.
“How unfortunate for you,” he rolls his eyes, scooping up six menus.
“Name?”
“Sage.”
The guy blinks at her as if in disbelief.
“Sage? As in the stick they use to burn to rid of the unwanted dead?” She stays mute.
“By the looks of what you dragged in with you, it clearly didn’t work.”
She giggles and I hear Killian grunt.
“Come on Sage, lead your dead to the table and follow me.”
We all follow him and sit on a long rectangular table.
“What the fuck is this place?” Keaton asks as the server tosses a menu at him, his arms flying up to protect himself.
“Your worst nightmare,” the server says as he continues launching the menus around.
I laugh, lifting my menu up and scanning it. “My name is David, I will be your unhelpful server this afternoon,” he sighs heavily, pulling out his notepad and pen. “Drinks?”
“I’ll have a beer please mate,” Dex says first.
“Mate? I’m not your mate. Wouldn’t be mates with you if you were the last person on earth…” David looks Dex over in pure disgust and Dex laughs.
“What about you, Morticia, what do you want?”
“Sweet iced tea.”
“Basic. What about you, Heffner?” he asks and faces Keaton and I want to die.