CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

My heart is hammering inside my ribcage in absolute terror and panic.

How could I be so stupid?

So utterly neglectful?

I programmed the next date of my shot into my phone's calendar, which I left at home, and it completely went over my head. I didn't even think about it once.

And the amount of sex Alessandro and I've had combined with my shitty luck, Phoebe might be right. His sperm cells are probably trying to get into my eggs right now.

"Fuck, what do I do?" I hardly recognize my own voice as I look at Phoebe while worry clouds my mind.

Phoebe shrugs as if it's nothing. "You could get the morning after pill, but the longer you wait to take it, the less effective it becomes."

We've been fucking non-stop for three days, plus how am I going to explain the morning after pill to Alessandro? I can ask Thomas to take us to a pharmacy, but his instructions are to follow me like a hawk. There's no way he won't tell Alessandro what we were doing at the pharmacy.

"But it's worth a try,