trying to make this easier on everyone.” He stared past me with no reaction. “What the fuck, Jax? Can you even look at me or are you too drunk?”
“I’m sorry, I’m a little pissed off that my ‘girlfriend’ is knocked up and wasn’t planning on telling me about it. Just wondering when, how, or fuck , even when this happened. I was enjoying my youth, and if the baby is mine then I can fucking kiss it goodbye.
My mouth dropped open, and I stood there speechless. Getting knocked up wasn’t exactly my fault; it takes two people for it to happen. Jaxon had never even raised his voice to me, so to hear him basically call me a whore hurt more than I expected.
“You’re almost thirty Jax. Grow the fuck up.”
My chest ached as I realized I never expected it to be this bad. I should have kept him at arm’s length. He was hurting me like every other man in my life had before him; getting attached and opening up was a huge mistake. Jaxon Garrett was just another mistake in the long line of men that wanted to hurt me any way possible.
I took a step back and tried to figure out what to do next. He didn’t answer and his gaze never moved from the ground in front of him.
“You know what, Jax? We need to take a step back. This happened too fast. We happened too fast. Don’t worry about anything; you can enjoy your youth. Just pretend you didn’t find the test and I’ll pretend I never fucked you.”
His eyes met mine and I sucked in a breath. The beautiful, expressive green eyes I loved so much were gone. Jaxon had never been so cold and distant. This wasn’t the man I had spent the last few months getting to know.
“Were you even going to tell me about the baby? You ran off the first chance that you got without saying a damn word. Fuck! You’re still running. I’m watching you back away from me right now.”
His hands tightened on the arms of the chair until I thought they might snap under the pressure of his grasp. Fear spiked in my throat again as I watched his knuckles turn white. I blanched and stumbled back a few steps. Did he really think I would keep the baby from him? It was another punch in the gut as I listened to him describe the person he thought I was.
“I was trying to take care of our careers before our mistake tanked them. I did damage control to keep everyone from finding out our business. My business. I tried to protect you. If you don’t understand that, then whatever, that’s on you. Conveniently, you seem to have forgotten that I told you we needed to talk about something important before I left this morning. And I never said when I would be back. Is it the alcohol screwing with your head or were you always this mean and manipulative and I never realized it because I was too blinded by the façade you put up?”
“You fucking left, Violet!” he yelled. “You knew and you left! And you lied about seeing Laura. She showed up on set less than an hour after you left looking for you. That’s how I found out there was something wrong. Don’t you get it? I know you better than you think. I don’t understand how you’re protecting me, but stop.”
His hands raked though his hair. “How in the hell did it happen anyway? We always used a condom. Are you sure it’s even mine?”
I had been upset before, but I also knew I had made mistakes and I wanted to own up to them. He acted like he had no part in the situation, and this was the second time he’d asked if he was the father. That man was not an innocent bystander, and I wanted to make sure he knew it.
“Yes, the baby is yours, you fucking asshole. I didn’t slip and fall on your penis, Jaxon. This shit takes two people. You know I don’t sleep around. How dare you call me a fucking whore.”
“I just needed to make sure you weren’t lying to me again. You seem to be making it a habit.”
The sound of my hand striking his face echoed throughout the backyard. I turned away quickly so he couldn’t see the tears streaming
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