I was not ready.
I swiped at the tears running down my face. What was I going to tell my family? I was always the smart one in the family next to Haley. My parents were so proud of me getting into Harvard on a full ride. I had studied my ass off to get this far. I was a doctor, something in my family that no one had ever been able to accomplish. I had managed to accomplish it, and now I was losing it all.
I didn’t know what to do.
I could financially take care of a child, but that was not the point.
Finances was the furthest thing from my mind.
Chris.
Yeah, Chris, my baby daddy.
The word baby daddy and baby weren’t even supposed to be part of my vocabulary.
I had plans of taking over the world.
I was supposed to practice in my profession for a few years, meet Mr. Black Right, have a wedding of my dreams, buy a house, and have a small adorable teacup dog. Then, I would have a baby.
I had officially blown that plan all to smithereens.
I wanted to slap myself.
Crap.
I closed my eyes trying to stop the tears from flooding my eyes.
Hell, I wasn’t even sure if Chris remembered sleeping with me. Could I just really call him out the blue and say “Hey, you remember six weeks ago? We slept together. We’re having a baby. Surprise!”
Right! That would go over well.
We didn’t even know each other.
Shit! He wasn’t even my type.
I eased off the floor and went to lay on the bed. I didn’t even have Chris’s number. It was going to be the height of embarrassment to have to ask Haley or Connor for it.
I was mortified.
I wouldn’t be able to explain to them why I needed Chris’s number.
I was pathetic. I couldn’t even reach my child’s father. If someone else was telling me this story, I would have dogged out the female. Now, I was the female. I was the idiot that had a one-night stand and couldn’t call the guy.
I mean I guess I had another option instead of telling my cousin that I was a slut.
I didn’t have to have a baby, but my heart literally clenched just thinking about getting rid of my child. I was pro-choice, but I also knew the toll it took on the psyche. I had talked to several patients that had made that decision, and none of them had come out feeling unscathed. I didn’t want that on my conscious.
I slammed my head on the pillow. It wasn’t even an alternative.
I was going to be a mother. I just had to figure out a way to tell my future baby daddy. I cringed. I was too damn grown to have a baby daddy. Having a baby out of wedlock was for the young.
The young and stupid.
I was twenty-seven years old for Pete sake. I was not a child that should have screwed up this bad. Poor decision making was for the young. I was aware that everyone in society kept saying twenty-seven was young. But, when my parents were twenty-seven, they had already had my brother and had purchased their first home.
I did not believe in forever young. That was only for the young and the reckless.
I sighed. I guess I was reckless. Only a fool slept with a dude without protection and ended up pregnant.
Shit.
What would I even say to Chris?
I figured I could wait for a minute to tell him. I needed time to adjust myself to my new situation. Christmas was in three months. I could wait to see Chris at Haley’s Boys Charity Foundation. She had started a charity on behalf of her and Conner to sponsor African American boys developing an interest in hockey. I was sure Chris would be there. I could talk to him then.
My stomach heaved again.
Jumping out the bed, I raced to the restroom. I hung my head over the toilet again. This first trimester was going to take me over the edge.
Chris
Glancing around the room, I was impressed with the event that Haley had put together. I had seen how hard she had worked to get everything in order. She was passionate about wanting to introduce African American boys to hockey. I had even volunteered to do some work with the boys during the off season. A few of us on the team thought that it was a cool idea.
I took in all the celebrities that were in the room. County singer Max Sutherland was getting ready to perform. I loved all his music, and Connor had introduced us a few months ago. Max sold out every concert venue that he played in around the states and outside the country. If Connor hadn’t already known Max, I was sure that he would have never gotten him to play. Haley’s foundation would probably bring in a lot of money just from having Max play alone.
I would have to remember to go and speak to Max before he left. Tennessee was the last stop on Max’s tour before he took a break from touring.
I turned and watched Haley interact with Ava and Ryan Cruise. Ryan was an actor that made millions on one movie alone. Ava was a gorgeous caramel African American woman. It had been a huge scandal when she had gotten back together with Ryan, and he introduced the world to his unknown daughter.
Haley literally glowed while talking to Ava. I was sure that Ava and Ryan would donate a huge amount of money to Haley’s cause. Hell, she was the best friend. Ava would support anything her friend thought was great.
Aiden was across the room with his wife Kendall. She was a beautiful African American woman too. Aiden couldn’t keep his hands off her. I couldn’t blame him. If I had a woman that looked at me the way that Kendall looked at Aiden, I wouldn’t let her go either.
I frowned thinking about Taylor, my ex-fiancée. I had almost ruined my life by asking her to marry me. She was petty, small, and shallow. I had gotten tired of her putting everyone down to uplift herself. And, I had never been sure if she had wanted me for me anyway. Half the time, she felt more like a groupie than a fiancée.
None of my friends had liked her, but I had been tired of searching for the right one. I wanted to settle down like everyone else. Ryan was happy with Haley, and Tim was in love with Heather. All of my teammates were marrying and falling in love. I felt like the odd man out.
I stopped. The hairs on the back of my neck raised. I glanced around trying to figure out what was going on. Someone was watching me. I could feel it.
I made a slow turn around the room trying to catch who it was.
I stilled. My heart slammed in my chest. Lisa was walking straight toward me. Her eyes settled on mine. Her lashes were long even without all the new enhancements that women perpetually glued to their lashes.
I hadn’t seen her since we had all left Las Vegas. She was absolutely beautiful. Her mocha skin glowed. I had never seen her wear make-up. Her beauty was natural.
Her brown eyes never left my face causing my heart to accelerate further. My eyes fell to her lips. I spent hours vividly thinking about them. Her full lips glistened from the clear lip gloss that she wore.
Her multi brown colored short hair always had a curly look to it. It looked great on her. Normally, I loved women with long hair, but I couldn’t even picture Lisa wearing anything else.
She was tall for a female. She was at least five-ten. I glanced down at her body. She had sexy curves. I remembered wrapping my arms around them.
Her breast swelled against the top of her dress. Her short black dress hugged her breast but flared out once it passed them.
I remembered those breasts too.
My eyes traveled down her body. Her legs were long and tight. Her body swayed as she walked, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
She was gorgeous.
I wanted her again.
Her brown eyes flited over my body again.
My body tightened in response. I had to remind myself to keep breathing.
She wasn’t interested in me in that manner. She had never given me any indication that she was interested in me on any level. I was sure that I had never given her that indication either. It wasn’t that I never found African American women attractive, they were simply never on my radar. Since Connor married Ava,
I came into contact with more and more African American women. Ava had cousins that attended social events that she and Connor hosted at their house. Ava’s whole family was always around.
I had been introduced to several beautiful black women lately. I’m not sure if Connor had opened my eyes to them, but I can admit I looked at them differently than I would have in the past.
I always thought black women thought white guys were lame. Like we didn’t have enough swag. Lisa certainly acted like she felt that way until that night.
That night stayed at the forefront of mind even when I didn’t want it to be there.
I glanced down at her shoes and noticed that she had on strappy little heels that wrapped all around her legs. It was sexy as hell.
She stepped right into me. I could feel heat pouring from her body. Her scent wrapped around me, causing my whole body to tense.
She was nothing like any girl I had dated before. Hell, she was unlike any woman I had every slept with before.
My cock twitched in my pants from her scent. It wrapped all around me caressing me just like it had in Vegas.
She watched me without blinking.
“May I speak with you for a few minutes?” she inquired.
My heart beat fast, and my stomach muscles tensed.
My eyes dropped to her lips, and I unconsciously licked mine.
Damn. She was gorgeous.
She probably couldn’t imagine all the dirty things that was running through my mind. All the things that I wished we had done that night. Hell, all the things I wished I could still do to her if I was honest with myself.
“Sure” I said trying to relax. She had never approached me in this manner. We only talked with groups. Never alone until that night.
I shook my head trying to focus on this moment. That night was engraved on my psyche. It never was too far from my mind regardless of what I was doing.
“Not in here. May I speak with you in Connor’s library?” she asked in a low voice, almost sounding like she was afraid to be overheard.
Her voice washed over me, reminding me of all the things that she had said to me during that night. It was something else that I couldn’t get out my mind like stroking into her body, and her sex clenching my cock like a vise.
“Sure. Follow me.” I put my hand on the lower part of her back guiding her to Connor’s library. Her body tensed from my touch. I immediately dropped my hands and stepped back. I wasn’t trying to offend her, but I did want to touch her. I vividly remembered touching her.
Her skin had been smooth and silky that night. I remembered her rubbing against me. She had surprised me on so many levels. Whenever she was around, she always felt uptight and tense. That night she was relaxed. I had never seen that side of her. She had been cute and refreshing.
She continued to walk quietly in front of me. I was sure that she knew where the library was just like I did. I had been to Connor and Haley’s house on several occasions and knew where everything was located too. I followed behind her quietly, trying to keep my eyes off her ass as she walked in front of me. I wouldn’t forget what those globes felt like gripped in my hands.
Damn. I needed to forget about the whole thing. I had been trying to for months, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lisa.
I saw us entwined together. Her clenching all around me.
She was making it hard to sleep. Closing my eyes and dreaming were becoming torture.
Memories of us wouldn’t give me peace.
She entered the library, closed the door, and sat on the couch. I sat down at the other end trying to give her space, remembering how she responded when I touched her.
Hell, who was I kidding? I had to move away from her before I literally attacked her. This girl did it for me.
“Is everything okay?” I asked watching her take a deep breath and push it back out. Her breast heaved every time her breath heaved out. I had to focus on her face, not be a creep.
“Do you remember anything about Las Vegas?” she asked gazing directly at me.
My body tensed up. I remembered Las Vegas. Hell, I would never forget Las Vegas.
“Yes.” Stay cool. I hadn’t heard from her since that night. Lisa had been tipsy, and she certainly didn’t have any interest in me.
Her eyes never wavered from mine. “Do you remember the last night we were all in Las Vegas?” she asked with curiosity.
My heart started pumping fast. “Yes.” I hadn’t forgotten one moment of Las Vegas. Her touch. Her hands all over my body. My hands, mouth, and tongue all over her body. Nope, I would never forget that.
She leaned back in her seat, which pushed her breast further to the top. She stared at me hard as if she was trying to figure something or someone out. “Do you remember sleeping with me in Las Vegas?”
What a dumb ass question! She was unforgettable.
My eyes took in her expression. Was she pissed? I couldn’t tell. She was not giving anything away.
I clenched my jaw. My chest tightened. I wasn’t going to lie to her. I had loved every moment of my time with her.
I wasn’t sure why she had waited so long to ask me. It had literally been months since we all had gotten back home.
I hadn’t forgotten sleeping with Lisa. We had all been drinking and taking shots that night. She had started flirting with me, and I started flirting back. Neither one of us was drunk. Yes, we had both been tipsy. We had stayed behind long after everyone else had left since both of us were single. Neither one of us wanted to go back to our rooms, so we had continued drinking. Both of our flirting crossing into dangerous territory. Lines that could never be uncrossed.
I didn’t regret it. I hoped she didn’t either.
I remembered going back to my hotel room and ripping her panties in my haste to get inside her. It had felt unbelievable. She had been unbelievable.
We had had sex several times during the night. I could only recall using a condom once. She had told me that she was clean. I was clean too.
I thought of her frequently and wondered what she had thought about me. I remembered how she had responded in my bed. The way she had rode me like she couldn’t get enough of me. She had marked up by body that night. Marking me to make sure that I never forgot about her.
I hadn’t.
I wouldn’t.
I still came to the vision of her sucking me off in the bed. She fucked me within an inch of my life and had been gone the next morning as if I had imagined the whole thing.
But, I hadn’t planned on calling her. She never asked me for my number, and she hadn’t left hers. Lisa was not a girl that you called without her consent. She was always the woman in the room that made sure that all of her opinions were known.
If she had wanted me, it would have not been a question. She would have spoken her truth as she liked to call it.
She was no nonsense as hell. So, why would she want to talk to me now?
I felt sweat trickle down my back.
My hands felt icy, and my eyes automatically drifted down to her stomach.
Shit.
I couldn’t tell a damn thing from the dress. It was too flowy once you passed her voluptuous breast.
My eyes jumped back to hers. Don’t panic. I was a grown ass man. I could handle anything that Lisa wanted to dish out.
“Yes, I remember sleeping with you in Las Vegas.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” she asked as if she were trying to determine my integrity.
I shrugged. “When I got up that morning, you had left. I figured if you wanted to see me again you would have stayed or at least contacted me later. You never did. Leaving without waking me up meant that you were embarrassed at what we had done, so I never reached out.”
It was true. I hadn’t even gotten her number. No way in hell was I asking Connor for it. He would have wanted to know what I needed it for, and I was not prepared to tell him that I screwed his wife’s cousin in Vegas because she had challenged me. Yes, she dared me to sleep wi
th her.
I accepted that challenge and tried to fuck up her whole world.
She goaded me because I told her that she was drunk. She told me I was scared of black pussy. By the end of the night, I had made it my business to show her that I knew what to do with any color pussy.
She sighed. “Fair enough.”
When I woke up and she had been gone, I had been disappointed. I thought we had had a good time. I never thought that she would blow me off although I shouldn’t have been surprised. She had never indicated that she was into white guys.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Lisa?” My heart accelerated. I knew this girl didn’t want me. I wasn’t her type. Where Haley remained quiet on politics and other hot button issues, Lisa was a regular rebel. She was the devil’s advocate of any conversation. She was intelligent and didn’t mind letting everyone know. She was more lawyer than doctor to be honest. This girl could have been anyone she wanted to be. She was sexy, intelligent, and dangerous.
I loved to see her debate her stance on any issue with anyone who was willing to argue with her. I stood on the sideline and watched her chop all her opponents up. I chose not to step into the ring with her.
She took another deep breath.
I watched her take her two hands and wrap them around the mound of her stomach that was only visible now because she had cupped her stomach.
“I’m pregnant.”
Air whooshed out my lungs. I was speechless. Yep, I knew that we hadn’t used protection most of the night, but I assumed she was on the pill or something when I never heard from her. She had been the first one to initiate the no sex with condom thing. She had straddled me and inserted my dick inside her. I had tried to pull out when I felt myself cum, but she had ground down hard on me and didn’t let up. I could have thrown her off, but she had felt so tight and hot that I had simply let it go.
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