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  “I know it’s a fucking huge deal. I’m the one who’s fucking pregnant, remember?” she yells back and stands up off the bed. Her hair is wild, and she has a storm in her eyes as she glares back at me.

  “I can’t fucking deal with this shit right now.”

  I run my hands through my hair and pull at the ends. Now I understand why Tate’s always doing it. If he’s dealing with stressful shit like this, I can see the appeal of pulling your hair out.

  “Oh, you can’t fucking deal? No big surprise there, Cameron. Anytime we talk about anything remotely serious you take off so you don’t have to deal with it. You don’t have to run this time. I’m fucking going to the apartment. I’m sick of you being such a fucking pussy when it comes to serious shit.”

  I just stand there in the middle of the room and watch her throw her belongings in her bag quickly and don’t move to stop her. She pulls her bag toward the door but stops and looks back at me.

  I remain quiet, waiting for her to go.

  “Fuck you, Cameron Wentworth,” she practically growls, full of fury.

  Fuck me indeed.

  Fuck, what am I going to do? I can’t believe she’s freaking pregnant. At least she left so I have time to think about this and what the best approach is.

  I know once I tell my parents they will expect me to marry her. I’m not getting married yet; I’m too young. I want to have some fun before I have to settle down. I’m not ready to be a father.

  I’m going to call Brittany for a late-night booty call. If I’m going to deal with this shit soon, then I’m going to have some fun until I have to call London to come back.

  Chapter 6

  London

  I’m still stewing inside from when I told Cameron I’m pregnant. I can’t believe that asshole acted like that. I know it’s soon, but still. It’s not like I can help it, and I won’t even give abortion a thought.

  I need to find a job, especially now since I won’t be living at Cam’s house. I knew from the beginning not to count on a stupid guy, but he kept spewing that bullshit about him taking care of me. He didn’t take care of me; he just liked being bossy.

  Cain is the only man that ever remotely took care of me, and he’s just as wild as I am. Ugh, Cameron is infuriating. I tried to be on my best behavior for him all the time.

  Back to Plan A, which is living in the apartment. That’s fine, I like my space anyhow. I would go back to my mom’s when Emily marries Tate, but Cameron is here and I refuse to be one of those baby mommas that takes off with the kid. My child will have a chance to know their daddy.

  I wonder how Cain would have acted if he had been the father instead of Cameron? God, I fucking miss him. Every single day.

  At least I don’t have to put up with Cam’s ass telling me to cover up all the time anymore. I’m going to dress so cute; I’m going to rock the shit out of this pregnant look.

  First step is finding a job to work as much as possible right now. Then I need to look at all the child care places that have any programs to help students. I need to file to see if I can get a scholarship to let me live in family housing on campus. Also find out if there are any special grants for students with kids.

  I can go during the summer, and that will get me one step closer to graduating. Once I graduate, I can find a good job and take care of my baby. I know Cameron will at least give me some money to help out with the kid, so that makes me feel a little hopeful.

  Okay, I need to get dressed, and then I’m going to fill out applications everywhere in town.

  ****

  Oh my God, I’m freaking exhausted, I just drove all over the place submitting my information and talking to whatever managers were available. One of the downfalls of being in a college town is there are no openings. It would appear that everyone and their damn brother is looking for a job.

  Thank God for Tate. I ended up calling Emily and talked to him about it and it looks like I’m a new employee of his club, Tainted.

  I know Cameron will probably flip when he finds out I’m working in the club. I think it’s going to be pretty funny. I’ll have to look for a different job once I start to show, but now I have time to search around. I’m sure Cameron will keep this a secret as long as possible, like his meetings he’s always jetting off to.

  He was ignorant enough to believe that I was so oblivious, but I know he’s up to something. He probably has another chick or God knows what. Oh well, it’s his loss. I’m not about to fret over spilled milk, if you know what I mean.

  I’m so glad I’m not madly in love with him or anything; it makes things so much easier. It sure is going to suck being tied to his ass until my kid turns eighteen, though. That part I could definitely live without.

  I make myself some dinner which consists of me plopping my ass down in front of the TV and eating a giant bowl of Cocoa Pebbles cereal.

  Shit. I’m going to have to actually start cooking with a kid. The baby can’t eat cereal all the time like I do; that’s not healthy.

  I flip to that new movie, Gone Girl, which was made from a book. Epic—that chick was crazy and super smart. I wish I could come up with a small way to drive Cameron crazy with the way he acted when I told him I was pregnant.

  I’m excited inside; I get to find out how far I am and have an ultrasound next week. I would invite Emily to come with me, but she’s too busy right now. It sucks Emily and I have grown apart some, but she’s had so much going on in her life. I don’t want to bother her more with my stuff, too.

  I wake up to the TV playing some random movie. I must have fallen asleep on the couch last night after Gone Girl. It was a good movie; I definitely need to watch that again.

  Emily calls and asks if I want to have lunch, but I lie and say I’m busy. It’s a shitty thing to do, but I’m not ready to tell her yet. I’ll probably wait until after the sonogram to let everyone know.

  My phone rings again, and I see it’s my asshole brother calling. He’s not really an asshole; I’ve just always enjoyed calling him one.

  Geez, guess I must be popular today, since everyone is suddenly remembering me.

  I answer the phone loudly to piss him off. It’s my job as the little sister to drive him crazy. “What’s up, asshole?”

  “What the hell, London? Don’t yell in the phone, dammit.”

  “I’ll yell if I want to. You called me, remember? Why are you calling me anyhow?”

  “Ugh, you’re such a pain in the ass. I’m doing my brotherly duties and checking on you.”

  “I’m fine. Geez, you’d think I just got off Mom’s tit with the way you whine.”

  “Oh, gross. God, what is wrong with you? Who says shit like that? Great, now I can’t stop thinking of Mom’s boobs. Thanks, ass face.”

  “You’re welcome. What are little sisters for?”

  “Well now, you’re supposed to be good for hooking me up with your friends, but your hot one is about to marry some Mafia guy, so looks like you fail. Please tell me you’re staying away from the Mafia goons over there? I think Mom would stroke out if she heard you were seeing one.”

  “Nope, we quit seeing each other, so Mom can relax and not stroke out. Have you hit your head lately?”

  “No, why do you ask?”

  “I was hoping for some new piece of entertainment.”

  “You’re a freaking weirdo. I’m kind of starting to miss your big head.”

  “Yeah, and I miss your fish face.”

  “Next time don’t be a bitch and call me to let me know you’re alive.”

  “All right, I will. Sorry you were worried. Love you, brother.”

  “I love you, too, sister. Later.”

  “Later.” I hang up my cell and stare at it for a few seconds until I start bawling like a four year old who dropped her ice cream cone.

  I miss my family. I miss my mom always being up my ass, and I miss my idiot brother always annoying me. We have never grown our relationship past the age of twelve. We still pick on each other and t
ry to get each other in trouble. We pull pranks and call each other any name we can think of, but he’s also one of my best friends.

  My mom would be cooking something right now if I were there and probably reading one of her smutty books. I need to plan a trip to visit soon.

  Cain.

  I wonder if I will run into him, if I do visit. I doubt it. I went for years and didn’t see him.

  I could probably stop by and see Twizzler. I bet his crazy ass misses me and would want me to bring him his favorite Subway sandwich.

  I don’t just miss Cain, but I also miss his MC brothers, too. He probably moved on a long time ago. I was so dumb to leave things like that. It’s too late now, though.

  I jump in the shower because at this point if I don’t shave, I may need the help of a weed eater. I get cleaned up and doll my face up to head down to Tainted. I have to stop in and find out if I need anything for my new job and what my hours are.

  I can’t wait to start working; I’ve been so bored. I’m used to working a lot and doing schoolwork at the same time. The past week I’ve been a total bum. I guess being sick is a valid excuse for not accomplishing anything. At least I’ve gotten caught up on the books in my Kindle.

  I load up in my car and make my way over to the club. I absolutely love Tate’s clubs; they’re always huge and have awesome decor.

  Walking into Tainted, I immediately notice how the walls are painted to look like blood is dripping down from the ceilings. There are booths along two of the far walls that surround the dance floor. The dance floor is painted so it looks as if it’s tipping when you walk on it. There’s also a large grand staircase leading upstairs, the kind that you see in those beautiful homes on TV.

  On the second floor is the VIP deck. I’ve never seen it but imagine I will once I start working. It’s early, about eight p.m., so there aren’t very many people here.

  The Eagles’ “Hotel California” is playing, and it gives the building a really creepy feeling when you walk in. It reminds me of a horror movie. I’m sure that was Tate’s plan, though. He really enjoys theme clubs.

  Searching out the bar, I head over and give the bartender a look over. He’s freaking beautiful, that’s for sure. He’s really tall, I’d guess around six foot three or so, with a bright blue, spiked-up mohawk.

  The man has on a plain white T-shirt, and you can see he’s covered in ink underneath. The dark wash jeans and bright red Chucks accent his look perfectly. I get closer and notice an eyebrow piercing as well.

  Yummy.

  He checks me out, doing the same thing I just did to him, and it makes me giggle to myself.

  Yup, I’m your type, I know it. Too bad I have a bun in the oven, or I’d test that shit out in a heartbeat. I smirk at that thought.

  “What can I do for you, baby doll?” his voice a sexy rumble. He sounds like he could be a singer.

  “It’s London, Spike, and I need to talk to the manager here because I’m supposed to start working here soon.” I wink, and when he hears me call him Spike, he beams a gorgeous smile at me and chuckles.

  I love a man with bright white teeth and sexy, plump lips.

  “All right, Miss London, well, I’m not Spike, but you can call me Hawk, and that manager would be me, ma’am.” He shoots me a wicked grin and winks right back at me.

  Oh, he’s going to be a flirt. I bet I’ll have fun working with him. Just the eye candy alone is a bonus.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Hawk. When do you need me to start working, and what do I wear?”

  “It’s more chill here than over at OO7. Get a black leather mini skirt and a sexy top. We like simple but hot. I’m sure you will figure it out. The first night, wear what I tell you. You’ll see what the other girls show up in and can go from there.”

  He checks over a sheet behind the bar and then finishes, “Just play up your assets so you make more tips. The girls change up their outfits nightly. As for when, how about you start on Wednesday at seven? Get you a night of slow training in before it picks up on Thursday. I’ll be able to figure out where you will work best, too. Sound good?”

  “Yeah, that sounds perfect, actually. Do you need me to fill out any paperwork or anything before then?”

  He passes over a bar napkin and a pen. When his arms get closer I can really see all the colors in his tattoos. It’s like looking at a comic book on his arm; it’s beyond gorgeous work. He must have spent a lot of time in sessions to get ink like that.

  Hawk shakes his head and nods at the napkin. “No, you do that on Wednesday before your shift. Just write your number here in case anything changes so I can call and update you.”

  I do as he says, leaving my cell and name down and slide it back across the bar to him. I gaze back up at his handsome face and bite my lip. He just exudes hotness.

  “Okay, great, thank you.”

  “No problem. See you Wednesday, London.”

  I smile widely and nod. He winks at me and I turn to leave. As I’m walking away, I hear him mumble low, “Mmm, mm, mmm.”

  Yep, I still have it. I do a fist pump inside and give my hips a little extra shake as I walk outside.

  I am headed to my car when I hear a familiar voice. I duck down so they don’t see me beside my car. Damn it!

  “Cameron, you’re so crazy! Here in the parking lot? But someone could see us! Hahaha okay, you win.” She has an annoying, high-pitched voice.

  I peek over at them and can see him kissing her neck. Ugh, what a fucking dog.

  I’m pregnant with his kid, and he’s busy with some stupid hussy. Screw this shit, I’m so out of here. I swear, if he shows up when I’m working, I’m calling Tate’s ass to kick him out.

  I drive back to the apartment quickly, since I’m pissed off. Men are so freaking stupid. I know I left him and haven’t talked to him since, but geez, at least wait a few days before knocking boots with someone else. I know I don’t love him, and technically we’re not together, but I’m hormonal.

  I decide the best therapy is for me to exercise, so I kill myself doing lunges and squats for thirty minutes then stretch out my muscles for a while. It’s an easy way to tire out a pregnant lady for bed through leg punishment.

  Next, I take a warm bubble bath and smooth Paris Amore lotion all over my skin. There’s nothing like taking a relaxing bath and smelling good.

  I don’t need a man, little one. I have you, and I’m content with us. I finish off my night with a bowl of chocolate swirl ice cream with fresh strawberries cut up and another movie. This time I fall asleep with a smile to one of my absolute favorites, Stepbrothers.

  ****

  It’s around lunchtime when I get a text from the last person I was ever expecting to hear from. My heart speeds up, and my stomach twirls inside when I see his name appear. I blink a few times quickly, making sure it’s real, and exhale a deep breath before opening his message.

  Cain: Hey baby. I’m in Knoxville for a week. Are you here at the college?

  Holy shit, he’s here? For a whole week, too.

  Cain: Come on and talk to me London Layla Traverson. Twist is here with me, too, and wants to visit with you.

  Me: Cain? Why are you in town? Is it just you and Twist or all of your brothers?

  Cain: Hey baby.

  Cain: Twist, 2 piece, Capone and Ares are with me.

  Me: Okay, I can meet you at a coffee shop called ‘A Sip of Heaven’ by the college, if that’s okay?

  Cain: Okay.

  Me: When do you want to meet?

  Cain: Is thirty minutes good for you?

  Me: Yes, that will work for me. I’ll see you shortly.

  Oh my God. That was the absolute last thing I would’ve expected to happen today. Thank God I showered last night after my workout so all I have to do is change my clothes.

  Shit! What am I going to freaking wear? I haven’t seen him in three months. Ah, I need more time! I would wear one of his favorite outfits, but it’s freaking cold as hell outside right now, and I w
ould freeze.

  I settle on some three-inch black suede booties, leopard print leggings, and a black sweater dress. I leave my hair down and straight because it’s his favorite then spritz myself with my green apple-looking bottle of DKNY and check my makeup one last time.

  I apply my Beauty Rush red Sparklemint lip gloss and smack my lips a few times. That’s pretty much as good as it’s going to get right now. It’s time for me to go and meet Cain.

  On the drive to A Sip of Heaven, I’m so excited or nervous or something that I feel like I want to puke. I hope he’s not still angry with me. His text message didn’t seem angry, though.

  I wonder if his brothers will be with him. They would look kind of out of place in the coffee shop. I giggle out loud at that thought.

  What will we talk about? Will he hug me? I wonder if he has a chick with him.

  No, I know Cain would never make me uncomfortable like that, even if he is pissed off at me.

  I pull into the parking lot and notice that I’ve made it in perfect time.

  Glancing over, I see his black, custom-made baby is parked in a spot a few over from where I am. God, I miss being on that bike with him.

  Okay, you can do this, London, deep breath.

  I look up and jump in my seat. He must have been watching for me, because he’s standing right outside the door waiting for me to get out.

  Shit! I stumble out of the car a little and grab my bag. I’m so nervous to see him and I don’t know why. When I turn around, he’s beside me and he closes my door for me.

  Cain lightly grabs onto my elbow to help keep me upright, and I draw in a breath at his touch. I have to close my eyes tightly for a moment and remind myself that this is really happening.

  He used to always hold my arm when I walked in my super tall heels. Holy fuck, he looks good. Jesus, did he get buffer as well? His smile, oh, how I missed that beautiful smile of his. I gaze up into his eyes. He’s less than a foot away from me, and I can feel his body heat radiating off him in waves.