Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Julliet Harvey

POV

Sitting in a crowded restaurant is the last thing I planned to do tonight, Kenny won’t let me wallow in self-pity for any longer. I’m doomed to spend the rest of my life raising this baby alone. He won’t even listen to a word I have to say.

She’s been shouting at me for the past hour because I slept with her boss. I never told her who the father is. When I told her I couldn’t tell the father she started demanding who the father is. And I confessed.

Everyone knows except me that he is grieving the loss of his dead wife for years now. Everyone knows he spoils his sister-in-law and how she’s sick as well.

Listening to her rant for the past hour has drained me more than I thought it would. I’m just tired. I want to be tired in peace. But she’s not letting me.

This pregnancy is knocking me on my ass. I didn’t expect to be this exhausted. Honestly, I didn’t expect to be fucking pregnant.

Wait can the baby hear my thoughts? Should I stop swearing? I know the baby can hear sounds right recognize voices? I’ve read it somewhere one time, I’m sure of it.

“You need to find a way to tell him.” Ken hisses.

I look up at her. I nod. I know I have to tell him. Getting Blake to talk to me is harder than me breaking the news to him. I’ve seen it many times before. You tell a man you’re pregnant the first thought out of their minds is, is it theirs. What if he doesn’t believe me? And I end up having to raise this baby on my own.

I lost my parents pretty early in life. I was the girl who was cursed because the kids believed I killed them. Kids are mean I don’t want my child to go through that because it freaking sucks. I’ll do my best to protect him or her, but I can’t be there at school when he or she is asked where your daddy is.

I clench my fists.

I have to speak to Blake even if it’s the last thing I do.

It’s not like I haven’t been trying all I’ve done was try to speak to him, but he doesn’t listen to me. he doesn’t speak to me when I call him. I’ve tried everything, showing up at his office building but he refuses to see me.

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Three weeks later

Blake Davenport

POV

The past three weeks has been the longest three weeks of my life. With my sister visiting daily, no she’s been practically living with me because her realtor tried to sleep with her when they were looking at houses. With Julliet calling me daily at least twenty times a day.

So, as I walk into the company monthly dinner, I’m not surprised to see her here.

She’s in a corner with Kendell Marks. I shouldn’t be surprised she wormed her way in here. The looks I’ve been getting from Miss Marks the past couple of weeks should have been the first clue. She hasn’t spoken to me, yet I could see it in her eyes, she’s wanted to say something for a while now.

It takes Julliet at least two minutes to take the seat beside me. I look straight ahead ignoring her.

"I’m sorry for showing up like this." She whispers.

I shake my head...

“I just had to speak to you. I’m-“ I cut her off.

"Not interested" I whisper back. Before standing up and walking over to my sister.

When I look over at her again, Julliet broke out in tears and rushed out of the room.

Miss Marks looks at me, glaring before she rushes out after her friend.

"God you’re such an asshole." Dianna shakes her head at me and looks at me disappointedly.

I look at my sister in shock. “What’s going on with you?” I ask her.

“That woman might have something important to tell you and you’re not even listening to her.” Dianna glares at me.

"I'm sorry but I'm not interested in anything she has to say..." I say grabbing a glass of whiskey from the tray the waiter is holding.

"Bloody hell she's pregnant with your child!" Dianna shouts causing everyone in the room to look over.

I choke on my whiskey. I cough trying to open my windpipe.

"What the Fuck did you just say?" I ask when I finally stop coughing.

She glares at me. “Julliet has been trying to contact you not because she’s hung up on you but because she’s pregnant with your child.” Dianna says once more.

“How do you know all of this?” I ask.

“A few weeks ago, I was having lunch with Abby, and I happened to sit beside them. I heard them arguing about her being pregnant. And how it’s your baby.” She tells me.

I shake my head. “How do you know it’s not a ploy to get me to speak to her again?” I don’t believe she’s pregnant. We used a- I pause. We used a condom, didn’t we? She’s on birth control, right? Jesus why don’t I remember using a fucking condom?

“It wasn’t. They didn’t know who I was, plus Abby invited me to the restaurant last minute because she met a client there when I got there they were already seated. The only reason I paid attention was because they mentioned your name. She didn’t know who I was, and I didn’t know who she was. Even if they recognized me, they wouldn’t know I was your sister. I go by Anna Claire for a reason…” Dianna reminds me.

Dianna wanted nothing to do with the Davenport name. I was forced to take over the company my father left to ruin. I was the one who stepped up to the plate when he didn’t care about the little clothing brand, he’d bought our mother as an anniversary gift when we were kids. Our father was a scumbag who got what he deserved, death. Being alone when he died made it all but sweeter.

I shake my head before walking out of the private room, all eyes on me. I wasn’t going to let the man get into my head. Not when I had something serious to discuss with Julliet…

When I walk into the hallway a pale Julliet and her friend Kendell standing whispering about.

I walk up to them and look at Julliet. “Are you sure it’s mine?” I ask her.

Kendell glares at me before saying “I’ll leave the two of you to speak." She walks back into the private room.

Julliet eyes me before crossing her arms. “Yes, I’m sure the baby is yours. You’re the only one a slept with you know. So, there’s no way she could be anyone else’s..." she smiles, holding her stomach lovingly.

"She? It’s a girl?" I ask, I didn’t know she could know the gender already? Wait what did I know?

"Or he. But I can feel it’s a girl. I’m supposed to find out the gender in a few months, I’m rather excited to know if my feeling is right… Though I’m more excited to see her for the first time." she smiles…

"Fucking hell" I turn around and throw my hands in the air. I couldn’t believe this. She was pregnant. With my child. I didn’t love this woman, and she was carrying my child. My child. I still for a second. I couldn’t believe it. I haven’t been with anyone since Rene and the first person I have sex with since my wife gets pregnant… "Julliet how could you be so irresponsible? Why didn’t you protect yourself better? You’re a woman, not just a woman but a model at that. This could end your career…” I look into her eyes.

"You’re seriously blaming me when I didn’t fuck you alone. It takes two to make a fucking baby Blake!" she shouts.

I glare at her and pull her into one of the other private rooms we were causing a scene.

I turn to her after closing the door behind us. “You can’t blame me, I haven’t slept with anyone since my wife’s death, I haven’t had sex in years. And that’s not what I was saying anyway. I was talking about if I some type of std or worse I could have given you a deadly disease that could have killed you.” I glare at her.

"You’ve got to be kidding me right now. You worried about me? how cute. When for three months I’ve been trying to tell you, I was with child. Now you’re worried for my health?" she scoffs. She crosses her arms.

"You’re carrying my fucking child Julliet!" I roar.

"You think I don’t know that? I am the one carrying the damn baby?"

I throw my hands in the air. “What do you want from me Julliet?” I ask.

"I don’t know. I just wanted you to know…" she shrugs her shoulders.

"You’re keeping it? The baby?" I ask.

“I wouldn’t get rid my baby no matter how much you beg me. If you don’t want to be a part of my baby’s life, then so be it. Don’t you dare ask me to hurt her." she glares at me.

I nod. “I just wanted to make sure this is what you wanted. I don’t want to get my hopes up and you’d get rid of the baby to further your career.” I tell her honestly. This was my first baby of course I’d love her or he with all of my heart.

"I’d rather give up my career than give up my baby… This child means the world to me, I’d never give her up no matter what…” she says honestly. I could see the sincerity in her eyes.

I nod. “If you need anything let me know. I’ll be a phone call away. Of course, I’ll be there for all the doctors’ appointments and whatever else is needed for her or him…” I nod toward her stomach.

She scoffs. “Oh, a phone call away? When you don’t pick up your phone, I call…”

I cringe. “I deserved that. And I’m sorry about that.”

She rolls her eyes. “Of course, you are."

Ignore her sarcasm. I approach her. “Are you still feeling sick? I remember you looking oddly pale” I ask. I was genuinely concerned. I knew women go sick during their pregnancy. I clench my fists. I was trying to focus on Julliet.

She waves it off. “I’m great just great right now. The second I smell food my body rejects it.” She sighs. She looks exhausted.

“What can you eat?” I ask, what was she eating if she feels sick around food?

She shrugs her shoulders. “I’ve been eating a lot of crackers; Milk and I’ve been craving spicy foods but would get sick right after eating it. But I can’t stop myself.

“When are you supposed to feel better?” I ask her.

"Once I hit my second trimester… But enough of that… I’m starving and I’m in the mood for four in one pizza and hot sauce on it." She says.

I nod. “Sit I’ll call a waiter…” I tell her.

She nods. Taking a seat on at the booth against the wall. stretching her legs out.

My eyes find her naked legs. She’s got a swing dress on; I’m assuming it’s to hide her stomach from prying eyes.

I walk out of the room; I see Dianna and Skylor speaking. I frown. What was Skylor doing here?

I stop a waiter when he passes me. “Could you get someone to serve us in this room?” I ask.

He looks at me his eyes widening. He nods. “I’ll do it. What would you like Mr. Davenport?” he asks.

“Could I get a four in one pizza and hot sauce on the side?” I ask.

He nods. “Anything else?” he asks.

“Apple juice as well. Oh, and a chicken burger for me as well.” I ask.

“Two glasses of apple juice?” he asks.

I nod. “Thank you…”

He nods rushing off.

I make my way back into the room. I take a seat in front of Julliet.

"Are you still working?" I ask. I didn’t know if she was still working or if she’d taken a break due to her pregnancy. I didn’t know anything about the woman who was about to give birth to my child in just a few months. I was building a family with someone I’ve only ever read about in gossip magazines.

"I’ll be working until I start showing. I have a plan don’t worry. I would never put the baby in danger. I’ve already spoken to my doctor about this…" she says.

I nod. I didn’t know anything about these things. I couldn’t comment on her lifestyle. But I will be asking her doctor on her next visit to be sure. “What sort of diet plan did the doctor give you?” I ask her. I remember… I shake my head. I didn’t need to think about that now, not when I was with Julliet.

"Just a bunch of don’ts. Like no coffee, no alcohol, bla, blaa and bla…" she rolls her eyes.

A chuckle escapes my lips. “You really not feeling your newfound diet?”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t… ninety percent of my body used to run on energy drinks and coffee now I have to cut off my reason to breath. And this baby has been kicking my ass when it comes to being tired. I take about five naps a day just so I don’t fall asleep during shoots.” She explains.

I smile. “Do you think you’ll go back to modelling after the baby?” I ask.

She sucks her lips in. she considers my question seriously before answering… “No… I’d maybe go into coaching or starting my own modelling agency, but I don’t think I’ll go back…” she says seriously.

“This seems like something you’ve been thinking about for a while…” I mention.

“Even before I found out I was pregnant. I was thinking about stepping back from the public eye…”

I nod… “I understand…”

"I have something I’d like to confess…” she says as the waiter brings in our food. We wait for him to leave before I ask her what she meant.

“When I first saw you, you made me forget all of my troubles, you were the first person to look at me without judging me for staying with Justin. I’d fallen for you then and there. We’d promised one time, but I’d fallen for you, I saw something in you. And when I saw that picture of your wife, I was crushed, I couldn’t believe you were exactly like Justin. My soul was crushed…” she pauses.

My eyes narrow at her but she wasn’t paying attention to me. she was dousing her pizza in hot Sause. "I remember telling you I was single when we met Julliet."

"Men lie. They all lie to step out on their women." She says matter of factly as she takes a bite of her pizza not a care in the world. As if she hadn’t just insulted me.

"Seriously? You’d say that when you know my wife died?" I ask. I push my burger away; I didn’t want it anymore. I’d lost my appetite.

"I obviously didn’t mean you; I was talking about men in general... You didn’t step out on your wife of course. You’re missing the point…" she says.

I roll my eyes. “And what’s your point?” I ask her.

“I think we should date…” she says while licking her fingers. I was distracted by her, and it was going to my damn head.

"Julliet, I don't think that’s a ..." Before I could finish my sentence, she’s on her feet and in front of me. Her lips touch mine and I’m reminded of the last time we kissed, the zing in my body hasn’t forgotten how her lips felt against mine.

I hate how my body responded to her; my arms wrap around her waist pulling her closer to me. her arms wrap around my neck like they’re meant to be there.

It has been over two months since we’ve been together, and my body feels like it was just yesterday.

Remembering how alive my body feels with her touch. How my body’s been aching for her. How for the past couple of months I’ve only dreamt of being this close to her.

What my mind fears my body seems to welcome with open arms.

Breathless I pull away from her, my forehead resting against hers.

“That was a mistake…” I finally say.

I pull away from her and helping her to sit back in her seat. I watch her cross her arms and pout. I nearly chuckle at her reaction. I was sure she’d be mad at me.

“Why don’t you finish your apple juice and pizza?” I ask.

She glares again… “You think sleeping with me is a mistake as well?” she asks.

I shake my head. “No Julliet I don’t think that. We don’t know what the future will bring but I don’t think it’s smart for us to be intimate right now…” I tell her.

She glares at me. “So, what am I supposed to do with my hormones?” she asks.

I frown. “Hormones?” I ask.

“I feel like fucking everything that moves.” She spits out.

My eyes widen. “What?” I ask in shock.

She shrugs her shoulders like it’s no big deal. But it was a fucking big deal. She just told me she wants to sleep with someone. Anyone.

“My hormones are whack Blake. I cried watching a bag commercial the other night, because I thought the bag was lonely. So, I bought the bag so it would be lonely…” she sounds annoyed with herself.

“Well, is the bag lonely?” I ask.

She glares at me again. “No, I have in my closet with my other bags.”

I smile. “Nice… I’m glad you could help the poor bag.” I tease.

She ignores me and starts eating her pizza again. I take a seat and eat my burger. I sip the apple juice while she glares at hers. “What I would do to have a sip of wine right now.” She says softly.

I laugh out loud. “Imagine your apple juice is wine.” I suggest.

“You wanted to be helpful you’d get me grape juice.” She says picking up her juice taking a sip.