perfect man.
And he was sitting here next to me.
I let myself forget everything for a second and just picture us dating. Actually getting to know each other. Sure, it may have been a bit of a jump, but he was just too good to not picture in that way. I mean, he already showed interest in me and with each passing minute, each bite of the hot dogs, I could feel myself trusting him more and more.
So I let myself drift off to a place where I wouldn’t have to either tell him I’m pregnant with his boss’s baby or cut it off early. Where I was letting all my guards down and allowing him to know me, to like all of me.
To want all of me.
“I have a gig at the Viper Room tomorrow night if you want to come,” he said, brushing a lock of jet black hair off his forehead and back up to that full head of hair.
I suddenly saw us rocking the night away as he played his guitar, sang a few songs, and murmured to me at the bar. And then that vision popped like an overgrown pink bubble.
“I probably wouldn’t be allowed in.” I said, sighing.
“Don’t worry, walk in with me. They won’t say anything.”
His eyes glinted with something, a little mischievous shine that bubbled underneath those ocean blue eyes. I wanted to melt.
I literally wanted to melt right there and then.
“Really?” I asked, like some dumb high school girl getting asked out to prom by the calendar worthy quarterback.
“Yeah, the bouncer’s cool there. Besides, I’m the one bringing them people,” He smiled at me. “It’s a sold out show.”
“All for you?”
“Yeah,” he said, dangerously confident. He exuded confidence, the kind that comes along with an intense amount of sex appeal. Alexander knew exactly what he could do with a smile and a smolder, and he used those weapons well, wielding them with expert skill. Anyone else, and I would have thought he was gloating and just trying to show off, but with Alexander, it was different.
He had nothing to prove. This meant that everything he said felt genuine, I didn’t think he was just some asshole spouting off his list of trophies.
“Well, I’ll be there.” I smiled, feeling the butterflies start up again, like my dad starting up the lawn mower.
One tug.
Two tugs.
Three tugs.
Vroom, butterflies colliding together at light speed.
Alexander was doing something to me, something comparable to being on a roller coaster. You’re sitting there, strapped in one second, and then the next you’re catapulted at inhuman speeds, launched through the air and clinging on for your life, yet, at the same time you’re having the time of your life, adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Pure, unadulterated emotion.
So I took a breath, smiled, and decided I was going to get in line for this ride.
I didn’t know just what that had entailed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“JESUS, YOU NEED TO SLEEP with him. Like, I’m talking, hands down best fuck of your life. I call it now.”
Rachel Woods, one of my closest friends in college, sat cross-legged on the couch, a fluffy white pillow laying loosely between her legs, threatening to fall over onto the floor. We had gotten to know each other during freshman orientation and found out we had a ton in common. I had also found out that she gave some blunt dating advice. It was pretty much a perfect match and I knew college wouldn’t be the same without her.
Which was why I felt so bad that I wasn’t able to tell her about my pregnancy. Not yet at least. I was honestly still too scared that the news would leak, and even though I trusted Rachel, I still felt like I would be safer keeping quiet.
So instead I told her all about the incredibly hot and absolutely swoon-worthy musician I had met. Alexander Cruz. After a quite a few “oh my gods!” and “no fucking way” with a few “wows” thrown in for good measure, we finally calmed down.
“When do I get to meet him?” Rachel swooned, tapping my knee.
“Never,” I said, throwing my head back and
And he was sitting here next to me.
I let myself forget everything for a second and just picture us dating. Actually getting to know each other. Sure, it may have been a bit of a jump, but he was just too good to not picture in that way. I mean, he already showed interest in me and with each passing minute, each bite of the hot dogs, I could feel myself trusting him more and more.
So I let myself drift off to a place where I wouldn’t have to either tell him I’m pregnant with his boss’s baby or cut it off early. Where I was letting all my guards down and allowing him to know me, to like all of me.
To want all of me.
“I have a gig at the Viper Room tomorrow night if you want to come,” he said, brushing a lock of jet black hair off his forehead and back up to that full head of hair.
I suddenly saw us rocking the night away as he played his guitar, sang a few songs, and murmured to me at the bar. And then that vision popped like an overgrown pink bubble.
“I probably wouldn’t be allowed in.” I said, sighing.
“Don’t worry, walk in with me. They won’t say anything.”
His eyes glinted with something, a little mischievous shine that bubbled underneath those ocean blue eyes. I wanted to melt.
I literally wanted to melt right there and then.
“Really?” I asked, like some dumb high school girl getting asked out to prom by the calendar worthy quarterback.
“Yeah, the bouncer’s cool there. Besides, I’m the one bringing them people,” He smiled at me. “It’s a sold out show.”
“All for you?”
“Yeah,” he said, dangerously confident. He exuded confidence, the kind that comes along with an intense amount of sex appeal. Alexander knew exactly what he could do with a smile and a smolder, and he used those weapons well, wielding them with expert skill. Anyone else, and I would have thought he was gloating and just trying to show off, but with Alexander, it was different.
He had nothing to prove. This meant that everything he said felt genuine, I didn’t think he was just some asshole spouting off his list of trophies.
“Well, I’ll be there.” I smiled, feeling the butterflies start up again, like my dad starting up the lawn mower.
One tug.
Two tugs.
Three tugs.
Vroom, butterflies colliding together at light speed.
Alexander was doing something to me, something comparable to being on a roller coaster. You’re sitting there, strapped in one second, and then the next you’re catapulted at inhuman speeds, launched through the air and clinging on for your life, yet, at the same time you’re having the time of your life, adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Pure, unadulterated emotion.
So I took a breath, smiled, and decided I was going to get in line for this ride.
I didn’t know just what that had entailed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“JESUS, YOU NEED TO SLEEP with him. Like, I’m talking, hands down best fuck of your life. I call it now.”
Rachel Woods, one of my closest friends in college, sat cross-legged on the couch, a fluffy white pillow laying loosely between her legs, threatening to fall over onto the floor. We had gotten to know each other during freshman orientation and found out we had a ton in common. I had also found out that she gave some blunt dating advice. It was pretty much a perfect match and I knew college wouldn’t be the same without her.
Which was why I felt so bad that I wasn’t able to tell her about my pregnancy. Not yet at least. I was honestly still too scared that the news would leak, and even though I trusted Rachel, I still felt like I would be safer keeping quiet.
So instead I told her all about the incredibly hot and absolutely swoon-worthy musician I had met. Alexander Cruz. After a quite a few “oh my gods!” and “no fucking way” with a few “wows” thrown in for good measure, we finally calmed down.
“When do I get to meet him?” Rachel swooned, tapping my knee.
“Never,” I said, throwing my head back and
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