by S. K. Lessly
I looked at her confused. “I’m sorry, but is that right? I expected to be a little further than that.”
The doctor shook her head. “Uh no… I may be a few weeks off, but you’re roughly about three and a half months pregnant.”
“I’m what? No, that can’t be. I should be about five months pregnant. That’s the last time I slept with Gavin.” I looked at Dara and Deidra, “He put us on a sex hiatus about two months from our wedding day so… and I haven’t been with anyone else since him.”
Dara and Deidra looked puzzled at each other, then at the doctor. I started to say something else when it suddenly hit me… “Oh… My… God…”
My hand instantly went to my mouth, and I hopped down from the table, stumbled, trying to catch my balance, and went right for the garbage can. I threw up the breakfast Deidra made me eat as well as the Ginger Ale I drank.
“God, this can’t be happening,” I said softly to myself, but I wasn’t alone in a small space, so they heard me.
“Georgia, are you okay?” Deidra asked, and I just put up my hand for her to give me a few minutes.
I can’t be… I can’t be pregnant with Drake Lincoln’s baby… I just can’t.
During the ride home, I remained quiet, sitting in the back seat of the car while Deidra drove. Every time I began to try to say something, I got sick to my stomach. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Yes, we had unprotected sex, but I didn’t think I could even get pregnant so easily. I was always told it would be hard for me to conceive so the thought of Drake even being a possibility just didn’t click. Maybe my mind discounted him because of all the bad things Dara said about him.
The day I saw Drake at the club, Dara had told me he belonged to some very bad people. She told me that he owned the club we were at as well as a few others, and his uncle was this big shot mafia guy. She said he was as dangerous as they come.
I wasn’t an idiot. I knew when I approached him in Cabo he was bad. Living in one of the worst neighborhoods in Baltimore told me he wasn’t a stand-up citizen. But because of the way he treated me, how he touched me and kissed me, and the things he did to my body and my soul, I became blind to what he really was.
Now I’m having a baby by the man.
When we got to the house, their family’s house, my father’s estate, I instantly went upstairs, and I heard footsteps following me. When I got to my room, I left it open for Dara, and she closed it when she walked through the doorway.
“Do you know who the daddy is?” she asked.
“Yes, I know who he is.”
She frowned. “Is it your ex? It would suck if…”
I shook my hand frantically. “No, it’s not him either… It’s … Argh…” I fell back against the pillows on the bed and wanted it to swallow me whole if it could. I couldn’t say his name.
Dara accepted my moment of silence. Tears started gathering in my eyes, and I closed them. I asked softly, “Do you remember that guy I saw at the club?”
“Um no. Not really. We’ve been to a lot of clubs, Georgia… Wait… Do you mean Lincoln, the guy I said was bad news?… The one that Greg said was in the mafia?”
I nodded my head first, and then said, “Yes.”
She shrugged. “What about him?”
I didn’t reply.
My silence told her what I couldn’t, and she said, “That can’t be possible, could it?”
I didn’t reply, still not wanting to admit anything.
“How, Georgia? I mean, you were with us the whole time you were here.”
I sat up and looked at her, wiping my eyes. “Drake and I met in Cabo two weeks before I got here. We…” I took a deep breath trying to swallow down the preverbal knot forming in my throat. “We spent so many nights together, tangled together… but this one night….” I put my head down and didn’t say anything else.
Dara was quiet… Then I heard her say, “Jesus H. Christ, Georgia… How could you be so irresponsible? Not only did you fuck one of the baddest, no good dudes on the planet, but you went raw? And never mind the fact that he’s white. Shit, girl… Weren’t you engaged at the time?” Dara got up and stepped back from me, shaking her head. “I can’t believe this. You fucked up big time, just in case you didn’t know.” She turned from me and left the room.
I stared at the place she once was dumbstruck. I couldn’t believe what she was saying to me. I get what I’d done was reckless, but I would have expected this from Greg, maybe even Deidra, but not Dara. We’ve shared so much together. For her to judge me like this, to treat me like this was hurtful, to say the least.
I stood up on shaky legs. Tears were streaming down faster now as I went to grab my bags and started stuffing clothes in them. Here I thought I was surrounded by family. Granted I didn’t know them all that well, nor them me, but I thought I would be able to trust them, to lean on them.
I guess not.
I carried my bags down the steps and found Dara’s voice ringing through the house. I sat my bags at the door and thought about just leaving. Considering the names I could hear her calling me right now, I knew no one would care if I just left. But I didn’t want to end it like that, not on my end anyway.
When I walked in the family room of the house, Greg had his arms crossed in front of him, and he looked more pissed than he ever did before. He was standing by the mantle, staring out through the sliding glass door into the backyard. Deidra was sitting on the couch, and Dara was pacing the floor.
“That bitch ruined everything. You’re the one that told me to hang out with her, and I did. But I draw the line with a crime family. No fucking way.”
I cleared my throat now wishing I did just leave instead of hearing that shit. “I thought about saying goodbye and telling you where I’d be, but never mind about that.” Dara folded her arms in front of her and looked at me as if I was a piece of shit. Deidra looked sympathetic with a sorrowful look on her face… No, pity is more like it. And Greg; hell, Greg just looked like Greg.
“I don’t know why life brought me here and brought us together. At first, I thought it was so I could really and truly feel what a family is like. But fuck it. If it’s like this, I don’t want it. I can do bad all by myself.”
I turned and started to leave when Dara said, “He’s going to ruin your life. He’s going to destroy you and get you, and that baby killed. That’s all he’s good for. Don’t be stupid enough to go to him. That’s suicide.”
I didn’t turn around fully. I just turned my head and said, “Then I guess I’ll be stupid because so far, he has been the only loyal person I’ve had in my life.”
Greg then had his parting words, “If you go to him, you’re not welcomed here again. I will not bring that kind of life in our home.”
That made me turn around. “What life? The life of fierce loyalty and love? The kind of people that put family before anything? Yeah, I know Drake isn’t good for me… And hell I may never tell him about the baby, but damn it I know if I did, he would do his best to protect the both of us. That’s something I do know.”
“All they know is how to destroy. You’re naïve to think otherwise,” he said to me.
“He protected me when he knew nothing about me,” I told them.
“He wanted some ass… If you spread your legs for scum, that’s what you become,” Greg bit out. “And that’s not wanted in my father’s house.”
“Wow,” I exclaimed and backed out of the room still looking at them, “Your father cheated on your mother, probably not just once… He left his daughter out there and didn’t bother to ever look for me to make sure I was okay. That makes him admirable in your eyes?”
“Hey you…” Greg started, but my voice got louder and I spoke to him. The hell if he wasn’t going to hear what I had to say.
“I was raped … in the home I was left in when my parents died of an overdose; the ones I discovered when I was nine and had to wait with their rotting bodies for four hours before the cops came and took them away. I was fo
urteen when I was raped, and some seventeen-year-old kid thought it would be fun to fuck the fat, quiet girl. I had no one to turn to, no family in my life… but if I had a father that gave a shit about me… that bothered to stay connected with me… maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t have gotten raped. So before you pass judgment on someone you know nothing about, think about your own fucking house.”
I practically ran out of the house dragging my bags with me. I don’t know where I was going to go or what I was going to do, but I needed to think about not only me but the child I was now carrying… Drake Lincoln’s child no less.
Chapter 13
Drake
“Come on, Lincoln, just let me make you feel good. You know that I can.”
Eleanor raked her red nails along my black, silk shirted chest. She and I were in my office at my club drinking and listening to the club music downstairs when she decided she was going to seduce me. She came and sat on my lap and had been there for a few minutes, her pussy grinding slowly on my dick. I told you it’s been a minute since I had some pussy… It’s really fucked up, something I didn’t plan, and something that I don’t do often. I’m in something mostly every night, or partly anyway, but ever since I fucking met that crazy girl, fate had been cutting me off at the balls.
I was in Italy for business. I didn’t get a chance to do anything because I was so busy traveling the countryside doing business for my uncle’s interests. I had to sleep with one eye open for a few nights so I couldn’t be distracted, not even for a little ass.
When I came back home, it seemed every time I was about to get some, my uncle would summon me. It’s like he fucking knew that I was about to fuck someone and that maybe I shouldn’t and he was stopping me. But right now, there was nothing stopping me. Eleanor wanted to be fucked in half.
I was willing to oblige.
“Unbuckle my pants, baby. Let’s see what kind of skills you have,” I told her. I inhaled my elixir, my soothing medicine and blew smoke above her head.
She smiled back at me and started with my belt buckle. I didn’t plan on fucking her that night. I actually had someone else downstairs for the night. But I wouldn’t mind getting my dick sucked.
Maybe if she does it right, I’ll fuck her too.
Eleanor, I will say, is smoking hot. Her tits were fake no doubt but were large and practically hanging out of her tight ass dress. I prefer the real feeling of tits, but this would do for the night.
Maybe I’ll fuck those first before her pussy… Yeah, that will be nice.
“Holy shit!” Her shocked voice brought me out of my daydream, and I looked down at my dick.
“What?”
She started squirming in my lap and sort of moved back a little.
I smiled. “Don’t be scared of him, Elle. He won’t bite.”
I saw her swallow hard. She was psyching herself up, which I found fucking hilarious.
“Hey…” I snapped my fingers, and she brought her eyes to mine. “I don’t have all day. Are you going to suck my dick or what?” Yeah, that was crass but, shit, I didn’t care.
I was about to grip her hair and make the decision for her when my office phone buzzed. I growled and pushed the button on the intercom. “What the fuck?”
My head bouncer came back on the line hesitantly, as he should. “I know you said you didn’t want to be disturbed, but you also told me to let you know when she came back, and she’s here.”
One thing I had never felt in my life is my already hard dick get harder at the thought of the one woman that I knew could send me spiraling into the depths of fucking hell.
“I’ll be down,” I told him and looked at Eleanor. See how fate has a way of working?
“Get up,” I told her. Now she started to touch my dick like she was going to do something with it.
“Lincoln, I thought you and I had something going here…”
I grabbed her by her arm, helped her off my lap and stood. I tucked my dick back in my pants, zipped and buckled my belt. “I have business, so if you don’t mind my bluntness, get the fuck out.”
I walked to the door of my office and opened it. I looked back at Eleanor and waited for her to move her ass. She finally did, giving me the finger and said, “You’ll never get a chance at this pussy again.”
I scoffed, “You’ve been ran up into so many times, sweetheart, my dick would probably fall out.”
She looked back at me, giving me her dirtiest look, and I just laughed.
I locked my office door and made my way downstairs. I bought this club a few years prior, and it had been very lucrative for me. I’d actually bought a few clubs along a street called Delaware Ave, the home for most clubs in Philly, but this one was my baby. I’d designed this place, “Champagne Life,” from top to bottom and hired and fired everyone in this place. I mentioned loyalty is everything to me. So if I find out you’re stealing from me or trying to take from me, I’m not someone you’d want to deal with. Most people knew who I was, though, so I didn’t have much of a problem. But there was always one that tries to test you.
I love being tested.
Right at that moment though fate was testing me, and I had to say I didn’t fucking like it. I don’t like feeling powerless, and dealing with Georgia made me feel like I had no control.
I moved slowly through the club, weaving through a lot of bodies. I swear in two hours this place had doubled in size. I looked at the bouncer, hoping he was keeping count. I didn’t want to give the cops any reason to come here trying to shut me down on a fucking fire code.
My club was huge, with the main dance floor pitted and VIP circled above it. There were tables all on the main floor with enough places for some people to sit or just stand around and watch. There were three bar areas; one very large, one on the main floor (that’s just as big as the dance floor), and two smaller ones on the VIP level.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to find her, but actually I didn’t have to. The steps to my office brought me just beyond the main bar area. As I walked toward the bar, she was coming to me. She looked awful and scared. My instincts suddenly kicked in, and I looked around the club looking for trouble.
I waited until she got close to me. Then I took her hand in mine and led her back upstairs and into my office. When we got there, I closed and locked the door. Georgia walked around my office slowly taking in the space. The room was nothing really; laminate floor under her feet and oak desk towards the back of the space with a large leather desk chair. There were two chairs facing the desk and a leather couch to the right of the desk. I had some pictures up along the walls. Pictures of the Eagles stadium, old and new, the Philadelphia skyline and as she stared at one other picture, I could no longer hear the club music, but my own heart pumping in my ear. She was staring at the picture of her on some shelving cabinet I had against the wall.
Of course, I needed to be an asshole to her. I didn’t forget the way she just left me on the curb of her hotel a week ago. That shit still bothered me. She could have at least told me to fuck off or gave me the finger. I would have taken that better than her just looking at me, or through me and then leaving.
I put my unlit cigar in my mouth and walked around her. “What is it that you want?”
Unfazed by my tone she asked me, “When did you take this picture?”
I looked back at the picture, and I knew the very moment I took it. She was leaning over a boat railing of the sunset cruise we had taken. She was just staring out into the ocean, but her face seemed so angelic-like, soft, so beautiful and innocent. I stood there watching her for a while before I took that picture with my phone. People that come in my office keep telling me to put a picture in the frame, thinking it was the paper picture that you usually get in a frame when you buy it. They had no idea that the picture is real.
I ignored her question though and reiterated mine, just in a different way, but the bored tone was the same. “Are you going to tell me why you’re here?”
She turned to me. Fear
still etched her beautiful face. I won’t lie to you; it was bothering me as each second went by.
She moved slowly and sat down in one of the chairs in front of my desk. I started to light up, but she put her hand up. “Can you not light that? I’ve ...um… been feeling sick lately, and it seems every smell triggers my stomach to unload.”
I put my lighter down and my cigar in the tray. I looked at her and leaned back in my chair. I waited and watched as she battled with whatever she needed to tell me.
Before I was going to prompt her, she said, “How did you find me? I mean, at the hotel… How did you know I was there?”
I touched my fingers together and placed my elbows on the armrests of my chair. “Why?”
She squirmed in her seat. “Did you tell anyone about …. um…”
I shook my head. “Georgia, I don’t know what you’re asking me. I knew you were there because you told me the name you use when you want to hide. I couldn’t find you anywhere else in the city using your name, so I tried Chloe.”
“And you didn’t tell anyone? I mean, how did you search for me?”
“Fuck, Georgia. What the hell is going on? Why are you asking me these questions?” I sat up, losing my fucking patience.
She closed her eyes and said, “Someone broke into my hotel room the other night.”
I looked at her and began to frown. “And you think I did that shit?”
She shook her head, “No… I don’t but…”
“But what?” I pushed.
She frowned back at me. “Damn it, Lincoln. I’m trying to tell you. No one else knows me by that name but you.”
I scoffed. “Not your boyfriend?”
“What? I don’t…” She stopped and shook her head. “No one knows but you. And when my room got broken into I thought that maybe someone found out about that name.”
“Georgia, I didn’t tell anyone about the alias you use. Yes, I have some old connections that I trust with my life, and they were the ones that tracked you down for me.”
“Then I need your help.”
