"Hey." I smile as I walk into Dillon's apartment.
I'm very nervous to ask him about the baby. It can go one of two ways. Either he freaks out and leaves or he accepts it. I am hoping for the second option, this is terrifying.
My life is so messed up right now. First, I like my best friend's fiancé whom she is also getting married to is two days. Secondly, I'm pregnant and more emotional than ever. Can my life get even more confusing?
"What do you need?" He asks in a rather annoyed tone.
"Can we sit down?" I ask as I make my way to the couch.
"Sure." He says.
I grab a hold of his hand as I look into his eyes. "Please don't freak out."
"What are you talking about?" He questions.
"Well, I need you to take a test." I begin.
"I don't have an STD if that what you are refereeing too." He answers seriously.
"No, I mean a DNA test." His eyes mask over with anger and I become even more nervous.
"What the fuck! Why?" He screams.
"I'm pregnant," I mumble as tears fill my eyes. Option one it is.
"You fucking slut! I don't care about no baby. You were just so easy to use. I hate you!" That is the last thing I hear before I run out as I sob. Maybe he is right.
I find myself outside Liam's house. I don't even know why I am here. Brooklyn is back at my house so why am I here. Maybe deep down I want to be here.
I knock on his door and wait until he opens it. When he does, I lose my breath at his appearance. Liam is shirtless and in nothing, but a pair of joggers. Oh. My. God. I have to rip my eyes away from his chiseled body.
"Hey." He smiles and opens the door for me to answer.
"Hi," I say weakly.
"Are you okay?" Liam asks.
"Not really," I mumble.
I go towards the couch and sit down as he follows.
"What happened?" He asks with concern lacing through his voice.
"Not really," I say.
Immediately his arms are around me as he hugs me gently. His skin is warm as his arms tighten around my small frame.
We pull back after what feels like hours and then we freeze. His face is inches from mine and it's so tempting. I find myself leaning in as he just sits there and looks at me. I'm going to regret this I think before his lips are on mine. I begin to kiss him gently, but he doesn't kiss me back. I shoot back on the couch horrified.
"I'm so sorry." I stutter.
"It's okay." He says.
"No, it's not. You're engaged to my best friend and I shouldn't have done that." My eyes are widened.
"It's okay." He says reassuringly.
"No, I need to leave," I say before I run out the door.
I'm so stupid. All these emotions are getting the best of me. What do I tell Brooklyn? The real question is can I tell her?
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