Pregnant By A Bad Boy: A Dramatic Urban BWWM Romance Novel by Cookie Jones

Author:Cookie Jones [Jones, Cookie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-25T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter8

Clary

Monday morning I was woken up way before my alarm by a wave, hell a gulf, of nausea. I practically sprinted out of bed to the bathroom and bent over the toilet helpless to my stomach heaving.

“I heard dry heaving, are you alright?” Nick came hurrying into the room and I groaned.

“Go away, I’m fine,” I said and then actually threw up. Nick held my hair out of the range of fire as my stomach emptied itself and made sure it was empty. Afterwards he helped me to my feet and I washed out my mouth and brushed my teeth, like, three times.

“How do you feel? Do you want some ginger ale?” he asked a bit anxiously and I nodded.

“Yeah ginger ale sounds nice,” I mumbled and he took my hand and led me out to the kitchen.

Only then did I realize he was in nothing but a pair of gym shorts. His broad back and defined muscles were fully out in the open for me to stare at. Of course that also meant memories of when we had sex came barreling to the forefront of my mind and all I could see was his powerful body moving over mine.

“One ginger ale, do you want to try for some bread or a plain bagel with butter or something?” Nick asked and I had to compose myself a little before I answered, I felt a bit like a deer in headlights. The headlights being my hormones that started to rage at the sight of his naked chest.

“Um, yeah, the bagel…yeah,” I stammered and he gave me a crooked smile, his hair falling over to the side, which made him brush it back. I watched his bicep flex and then snapped myself out of it. I couldn’t look at Nick like that. He was just the father of my child…that’s all. Doing anything more would only complicate things.

“You okay?” he asked. His voice was a little husky and that was all I needed, I felt my nipples harden and a dull ache began to make itself known in between my legs.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I said and took a sip of the ginger ale, which really did do wonders on my uneasy stomach. Nick turned around to fix me a bagel and I tried, I really tried not to watch him moving around the kitchen half naked, but that was impossible.

“Voila, one plain bagel, lightly buttered,” he placed the plate in front of me with a flourish and I giggled.

“Thanks, it looks like the best lightly buttered bagel I’ll ever have,” I said and he laughed.

Then he got into my personal space after rounding the breakfast bar. He was standing right next to my seat and had his hand on the back of the chair, he smelled warm and like some sort of spice. It made me want to lean into him and lick his neck and—not do any of those things, I firmly reminded myself.

“Clary…I, um, wanted to…talk to you about—”

“Can you…put on a shirt?” I asked a bit suddenly, effectively cutting him off.

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