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I truly don’t know what his reaction will be. He said his busy schedule prevented him from having a relationship, and that went double for kids.
But I feel we’re in a relationship. He got over that hurdle. Hopefully, he’ll be happy about the baby. Especially if he cares about me.
“We should go out tonight.” I smile to show Dad I’m happy and not stressed.
Although now I have something else to worry about.
Dad cocks his head and glances around the room. “It is Saturday night. You don’t have a date?”
I lower my gaze at him. “Don’t you think I’d tell you if I had a date?”
Dad hovers over me. He’s six foot, stocky with a long face and a snowy-white beard over pocked, acne-scarred skin. His blue eyes under dark hair make him handsome. “You know you can tell me anything, Ella. It upset me to no end that you kept so much of what that animal Wesley did to you a secret.”
“I was embarrassed. I thought it was my fault. And I thought...” My throat gets tight. “I thought he’d stop. I thought I could manage the situation myself.”
He cups my chin. “Do you promise never to keep something like that from me again?”
“I promise.” I let him fold me into a hug, the smell of his aftershave calming me.
“No man will ever raise a hand to you again.” Hesqueezes me. “I will make sure of it. And now that I am valuable to a man like Balor O’Rourke and his connections...”
My heart pounds, feeling how tangled my circumstance has become. Dad promises to get Balor involved if a new boyfriend hurts me.
Visions of being paid off, made to go away because I’m carrying an illegitimate mafia baby turn my stomach.
If Balor is the one to protect me, who will protect me if he breaks my heart?
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Ella
Dad’s flight left at eleven p.m. Sunday night. Balor texted me that he had family obligations all weekend, but that he was looking forward to seeing me Monday morning.
I mentioned Dad’s trip to him and asked why he hadn’t said anything to me. He said it was a last-minute swap with another developer who couldn’t go.
Monday morning, his car arrives out front to pick me up. When I get to his house, I tiptoe upstairs and find him like I usually do every morning.
Three more pregnancy tests showed positive, but my doctor is still backed up with appointments, so I must wait for an official diagnosis.
I’m guessing I got pregnant when we were in Los Angeles. Which means taking the low-dose pills shortly after was for naught. Or Balor has really powerful swimmers.
And gah, I could have hurt my baby! I flushed all the pills right down the drain.
I find Balor on his stomach, his naked body twisted in the sheets. His round ass gets me every time. The cool skin when I grip it makes me smile. Him, too.
Eyes closed, he turns over. “That better be my butterfly,” he murmurs.
“I’m not the housekeeper.”
“You’re keeping me...” He stops and clears his throat. “What time is it?”
“Time for me to blow you.”
“Oh, thank God. I jerked off so much this weekend.”
When he’s not hard and dying for my mouth, where I might not get a straight answer, I’ll address why he sent my father to the other side of the world without tellingme.
And then the baby news...