Romance: Sports Romance: ON SIDE (Secret Baby Pregnancy Football Romance) (Contemporary New Adult Fiction) by Raven Monet Read Free Book Online Page A

Deacon. I can't.”
    “You know I can make you do anything I want. You know I can call you to me at anytime I feel like it and there's nothing you can do about it. You know that you wouldn't be able to leave if I didn't allow you to.”
    As he said the words, fear hit me hard. But in addition to the fear, my blood boiled with rage. “You wouldn't, Deacon,” I said. “You don't want a sex slave – you like your whores ready and willing.”
    “You liked being my whore,” he said, a half-smile on those perfect lips of his.
    “I did,” I said, unable to lie. Something about Deacon made it nearly impossible to lie to him. I just couldn't. I stared into those dark, familiar eyes and spoke the truth. “At one time, I did. And I would have done anything to be with you. Anything at all.”
    “What changed, Lucy?”
    “I did, Deacon. Because God knows you were never gonna change for me,” I said, feeling my eyes burn with fresh tears. How long had it been since I'd cried for this man? Only a few months, but that was a record in and of itself. “Now please, I have a new life now. I can't keep – ”
    But if Deacon didn't move, I wasn't going anywhere. He held onto my chin, looking deep into my eyes. Yes, there was part of me that still thought about kissing him. Part of me still longed to feel his rough tongue in my mouth, on my flesh and my even more tender parts. But I wouldn't do that. I was stronger now.
    I was different now.
    I had a family to think of.
    “You can't raise this baby alone, Lucy,” he said, looking genuinely concerned. “I have the money. I have everything you could ever need – ”
    “I don't need your fucking money, Deacon,” I said, rolling my eyes just so I didn't have to look at his face. “I'm fine on that front, trust me. You can keep doing what you're doing. And I'll keep doing what I'm doing. And I repeat, the baby might not even be yours.”
    His grip on me tightened.
    “You were with someone else?” he asked, his face twisted into a pained expression. It hurt him to think of me with someone else.
    “Yeah, because you've only been with me. Please. We both know you have no problem fucking other women,” I said.
    “I haven't, Lucy, I swear. Not since – ”
    “Enough!” I shouted, putting my hands on his chest and pushing him back as hard as I could.
    I was about a foot shorter and about a hundred and fifty pounds lighter than him, at least. But my shove took him by surprise and he stumbled back, just a bit, staring at my hands as if I'd physically hurt him.
    “We're over, Deacon. The night you and Micah busted up my bar, nearly costing me my job, that was it. When you rode off into the night with your brothers, not even calling to let me know you were okay, I was done. I was tired of worrying about you ending up in prison or dead on the side of the road. I was tired of you not giving a shit about me when you got wasted and started trouble you couldn't finish. I'm done cleaning up your messes. You made your bed, Deacon Walker, now lie in it.”
    Deacon didn't move as I stepped past him and walked toward the door. With one last look over my shoulder, ignoring the burning sensation in my shoulder as best I could and said, “Lock up when you're done in here, will ya? And pay for all that you drink because I won't be there to bail you out of county this time.”

Chapter Four
     
    Walking out of the bar was the hardest thing I'd ever done in my entire life. If Deacon wanted to, he could have stopped me. I knew that with all of my heart. But he didn't.
    Was Deacon Walker finally doing the right thing and letting me go? Or did he just not care enough anymore? Being gone for months this last time meant he couldn't have missed me too much. Not even so much as a call, a text message, a fucking Facebook message. Nothing but radio silence. For months on end. Then he expects to show up and be the father of this child in my belly? Hell no.
    I got in my car and watched the door of the bar