by Jillian Dodd
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Published by Self Published on January 26, 2016
Genres: New Adult
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Fame. Power. Money. Sex. Love.
This continuation of The Keatyn Chronicles series follows the lives and loves of those who work at Captive Films.
Hot, successful, playboy Riley Johnson, whose business success far exceeds his success in love.
Movie star, Keatyn Douglas, whose epic love story has spawned a series of books and movies.
And Dawson Johnson, who joins Captive with a tragic past.
Expect lots of drama, sex, and tabloid-worthy events.
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I’m wearing a huge smile as I get dropped off at my building and walk through the door, talking to Ariela on the phone.
Having her come back into my life after so many years has been both excruciating and exhilarating. But this weekend changed things. We faced our past together and, in one week, we’re going to decide if we want to pursue a future together.
As much as I want to be with her, honestly, I’m a little torn about it.
Part of me wants nothing more than to pretend we never broke up. But the reality is that she’s married. And even though she filed for a divorce, I wonder if it’s too much too soon.
In a very short time—on a whim—she came to California, was reunited with me, slept with me, filed for a divorce, got a new job, and went back to Eastbrooke. I mean, how many more life changes can she throw at herself all at once?
I loved her with everything I was in high school, and I was devastated when she left with nothing more than a goodbye.
And since she’s come back, she’s wreaked more havoc in my life.
Soon, I’ll have to decide if I want to risk another relationship with her. Even though she still looks like the girl I loved, she’s different—life, age, and time have that effect.
“Riley!” A shrill voice stops me in my tracks, wiping the smile off my face.
“Shelby, what are you doing here?” I ask, as she gets up from the couch in the lobby. “I told you I didn’t want to see you again.”
“I need to talk to you, Riley. It’s important. Can I please come up?”
I know girls like her. No way I’m letting her come up.
“Shelby, as in naked, leather-strap, threesome Shelby?” Ariela asks in my ear.
“Uh, hang on,” I say to her, putting the phone against my chest. Then I say discreetly, “Shelby, whatever you need to say, you can say here.”
“God, you’re such an ass,” she hisses loudly. “I thought you might want to do this in private.”
“I don’t want to do anything with you, in public or in private.”
“Well, you’re going to have to now, Riley. Because I’m pregnant,” she says, uttering the words no man wants to hear from a three-night screw.
“Do you really want to do this here?” she asks, glancing toward my doorman.
“Fine. Come up.” I drag her into the elevator. Once it closes, I say, “I don’t know who you’ve been fucking, but if you’re pregnant, there’s no way that it’s mine.”
“Yes, it is, Riley. I haven’t been with anyone since we broke up.”
“We didn’t break up. You went to a few events with me. We fucked. And I used a condom every single time.”
She shrugs. “I don’t know what to tell you. They aren’t one hundred percent effective. I’m sorry, Riley. I certainly didn’t plan on getting pregnant.”
“Aren’t you on the pill?”
“No, it made me fat.”
I shake my head. I can’t fucking believe this. But I’m not stupid either. I go into my guest bathroom, grab a pregnancy test out of the cabinet, and then hand it to her. “Take this.”
“Why do you have that?”
“Honey, you’re not the first girl to tell me she’s pregnant.” I open it up and hand it to her. “Go pee on it, bring it out, and we’ll watch. See what happens.”
She hesitates, just as they all do. “Um, I don’t know if it will work yet. I’m barely pregnant.”
“So you didn’t do a test?”
“Yes, I did a test, Riley. God, you’re being such an ass.”
She’s right. I am. “I’m sorry. Please, for me, go take the test.”
“I will, I’m just saying that they aren’t all as accurate as the one I took.” She lets out a dramatic sigh and goes into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door. When she sees me watching her pee, she gives me a sexy smile.
I turn around.
Of course, that’s what got me into this mess.
Please, please, don’t let her be pregnant.
I hear the toilet flush and turn around.
“Here’s the stick, Riley. I’m going to sit down. Pregnancy is exhausting.”
She flops down on my couch while I stare at the stick, willing the line not to change.
But it does.