Page 18 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

He rolls his eyes. "Listen, you don't want to believe it, and I get it. You want her to still be available because then you can obsess over her in peace. But this isn't healthy. This is the type of shit I should call the police for, or at least have you committed so you can't be a danger to yourself or anyone else."

"Now, you're being a jackass. I'm not a danger to anyone."

"Aren't you?"

"No," I glare at him, mad that he would even suggest a thing like that.

He eventually blows out a frustrated breath, running his hand through his hair.

"We have a meeting with James in a few days to finalize the merger," he says. "I'm not sure how this is going to work if you're lusting after his girlfriend the entire time."

"If she is his girlfriend."

"Sam–"

"Are you going to lie and tell me that you haven't been thinking about her, too? That you're not craving her too?"

His jaw clenches. Fire lights in his eyes, and I know I'm right.

"That's what I thought. At least I'm being honest with myself."

"You're being a child," he sighs. "We're taking on a new project tomorrow, so make sure you show up on time."

"Noted," I say, and he leaves shortly. Once again, I'm alone with my paintings.

Except now I can't focus.

I'm faced with a different type of torment, the thought that she might be in love with another man.

I didn't mind sharing her with the other two for sex, but in real life, I want her to be mine.

Not James’s.

So if she is his...

I consider the face half-formed in front of me.

Well, maybe I'll just have to steal her.

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CHELSEA

Idon't react for a minute.

I'm pretty sure the nurse thinks I accidentally put her on mute because she keeps saying, "Hello, are you there?" while I wait for my brain to reboot.

She even hangs up and calls back, but I don't answer immediately. I'm staring at space, at the opposite wall, while seeing nothing at all.

Pregnant. She just said I was pregnant.

How the hell could I be pregnant?

I mean, yeah, I know how it works, but...how?

The nurse calls back for the third time, and eventually I pick up, clearing my throat before I say hoarsely, "Hello?"

"Hi, sorry. I think we got cut off back there. I don't know if you heard what I said?"