Page 45 of Secret Baby for My Brother's Best Friends

No, it's not what I want.

I want. God,.. I don't even know. My mind is a mess right now. Why did I just do that? What's wrong with me? Why can't I spend five seconds with one of them without completely losing my head?

I don't say anything as I get my clothes right and open the door.

"Chelsea," Sam says, but I flinch away from his touch as I bolt out of there.

I don't stop until I'm down the street, breathing hard

I keep walking, not knowing where I'm going.

After some time, I became aware that there's a car following me.

"Let me give you a ride."

"No, I'll call someone."

"Then wait in my car until they get here."

"I'm not getting in your car."

"Chelsea..."

I turn on him. "What?"

I don't know why I'm so mad at him. Well, it's probably more than I'm mad at myself, but he makes a convenient outlet for my anger.

I see him smile at me through his windshield.

"I know you're probably embarrassed right now, but I think you should know that I'm not judging you at all.”

I cross my arms over my chest and shrug. "Maybe you should be."

"Why? Because you're a gorgeous, sensual woman who gives in to her passion now and then. There's nothing to judge?"

"Yeah, right," I say. "I know how this looks."

"I guarantee you don't. You think I'm mad or jealous, but I'm not. I've always been good at sharing."

"This isn't about sharing! I don't want to be shared! That's what got me in trouble in the first place, fucking my brother's friends, who also happen to be my clients, and now I'm standing in the middle of nowhere and pregnant–"

I break off, gasping in horror and slapping my hand over my mouth.

But it's too late.

In my turmoil, I made a stupid mistake.

And he heard it.

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JAKE

All the air ceases.

Sounds cut off. The wind blows to punctuate the silence, but none of us acknowledge it even as it pushes the hair into her face.

She's looking at me with horror, hand over her gaping mouth as tendrils of her last words linger in the air.