Mr Billionaire's Plaything
ne's
ality that makes my skin prickle. The silence i
ing room, my mother turns to me
e? Who the hell di
hospital and wisely left as soon as we reached the building, had said nothin
fury, I feel every ounce o
onths ago in a stranger's arms because I was trying to erase the pain Cameron left behind?
n!" she shouts. "Don't just st
nch m
quietly. My voice shakes
he hell you're pregnant
e down on my bottom li
ng sun bleeding through the blinds in long strips across our worn-out sofa. The same sofa where
he whispers to herself, then louder: "
lan for thi
ise to her face, fingers pr
t everyone says before a baby sho
om
you dare 'Mom'
o piece together who I've become. Then she blinks-on
like she's solving a puzzle. "You were alread
"It's n
r sat well with her. He was all charm and polished edges an
rs. Her rage is hollow now
floor. The si
wa
len
n't k
at do you mean..
ing the weight of the confe
in Midtown. I was drunk, numb. I just... I didn't care anymore. He was there. Tall. Dark jacket.
drains
m, "that you let some stranger inside you, th
. It's all
the sla
d.
to the side and
n't
nd walk strai
-
fully clothed. My palms are cold. My cheeks still s
e hell
I be thi
w as I curl into myself. Every shameful thought I've
My professors? Cameron,
be able to f
whisper be
ything to raise me after Dad died. Who juggled two wa
oke
room blurs, and sleep pulls me under like a
-
oc
oft
through the door, quieter now. "
moti
"I was scared. Angry. But more than an
le
len
to be held. To be told I'll be
o," I w
her footsteps reced
s burning, throat ra
ony
h
org
rity gala his fa
e to a
"I'm sorry. I can
You said yes. I already told
ething happened. I can'
. A little heads-up? You could've
pressur
e fucking ho
lls s
nt. And you're calling to
t-wh
lower this time. "And no, it's not
e, I d
n't have time for your pity, your
len
bye,
ang
ne for a long time
et now, like it's hold
, I feel it-d
tw
lut
esn't belong to m
this nightmare began, I rea
ave to
ver
sk for any of this-and they
it des