A Very Venom Christmas - Kristine Allen Page 0,24
her suspiciously, I tried to gauge where she was coming from. It had been a rough year for me and my club too, and I found myself losing patience at her continued silence. She obviously had something important enough going on to seek Snow out to tell him she needed to talk to me, yet now clammed up.
It didn’t help that I hated the fact that I was drawn to a chick in the first place, but the fact that she was young as fuck really set my teeth on edge. It made me feel like a dirty old man. Hell, she couldn’t be older than twenty-two. Shit, I’d had her information in my hands. Why hadn’t I looked?
My behavior continued to be highly irrational. I was the level-headed leader of the most powerful 1% club around. Though I was fair, I was decisive and ruthless when need be. I was not one to get tied up over a chick damn near half my age. Yet, everything about this situation was making me act like a dick. I knew it, but I couldn’t help it—I was tired, had a long drive ahead of me, and no time for dramatics.
“Fine. You know what? I’m out,” I muttered and walked out of the bathroom and toward the front door.
I didn’t need this shit in my life.
“What?” I heard her say in an astonished tone from the bedroom. At the sound of her following me, I shook my head and held up a hand to stop her.
“We agreed on one fucking night. This is exactly why I don’t need a woman. You’re all the same. Drama and trouble,” I growled under my breath as I grabbed the doorknob to leave.
“Well, like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”
“Like hell,” I said as I opened the door and the snow blew in around me. “I’ll ask Snow to send over one of the boys to stay with you.”
She sucked the wind from my sails with her next words.
“I’m pregnant.”
“What You Need”—Bring Me The Horizon
I was handling this all wrong, but my brain was scrambled after what had happened. Not only from getting my bell rung. It was everything.
The emotions, the pregnancy, the sexy, overwhelming, stubborn alpha in my house at the moment. It was too much. I stood up and scrambled after him. My normally bold self had been flagging, and I realized it as he walked away.
Which was why I had so eloquently blurted out “I’m pregnant” and then froze in my tracks and squeezed my eyes closed as I winced. Both hands covered my face as I chastised myself for coming across like an idiot.
There was silence, and I thought maybe he’d left. Cautiously, I peeked between my fingers.
“Decker?”
“What exactly are you saying, Loralei?” His tone was deceptively calm and quiet.
Jesus, did the guy need me to spell it out? I thought I was pretty straightforward when I blurted out that I was pregnant. Slowly, I lowered my hands. To humor him, I repeated myself. “I’m pregnant, and you’re the father.”
His eyes narrowed, and anger rolled off him in waves. “That’s not funny,” he ground out.
“I wasn’t joking,” I whispered, suddenly losing my nerve again.
“I need a minute,” he said and stepped outside. Afraid he was actually hauling ass, I ran after him. Before I could open the door, I saw him out the window. He was sitting on the back steps, elbows to his knees, holding his head.
At least he hadn’t left.
Biting my lip, I watched him struggle to come to terms with the shock I’d tossed at him. I got it, though. Sure, we’d had fantastic sex, and there was definitely a strong attraction, but we really didn’t know each other. Yet, we were having a kid together.
Unless he wanted me to terminate the pregnancy. The thought didn’t sit well with me. Anger bubbled up at the possibility, though he hadn’t said a word about it. I whipped the door open, and he looked over his shoulder at me.
“I’m not getting rid of it. Maybe I wasn’t very clear before,” I said, steeling my nerves. “I’m not asking you to marry me; I don’t even need you to be a part of this kid’s life, but it’s mine and I’m keeping it. If you don’t like that, you can go. Don’t look back, and don’t let the door hit you on the ass.”
He gave an incredulous huff as he looked at me like I was nuts. “You think I’d tell