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“Oh, I think so,” she murmured. “I think your ex needs a dose of reality and hearing me cum all over your cock might just knock some sense into her.”
Growling, he swooped her up in his arms and rushed for the stairs. It was going to be a long night.
For all the best reasons.
Chapter 52
Sophie
Sophie tossed and turned as she tried to drown out the sounds of Marcus and Erica’s lovemaking. She was positive they were being deliberately loud, trying to get under her skin.
The problem was, it was working.
She felt an uncomfortable bubble of jealousy in her stomach. But the sounds of pleasure were turning her on and making her desperate for a man’s touch.
Stupid pregnancy hormones.
This was a bad idea. She never should’ve come here. What was she thinking? Marcus had moved on, and deep down she knew it even when she begged him for another chance. Her ego pushed her to embarrass herself and think she still had some hold over him.
He made it painfully obvious she did not.
The thing was, she didn’t even love him. She knew that. Did she miss him? Yeah, sometimes she truly did. Something was intoxicating about being as loved as she once was by him. With Alex being so distant, and her hormones making her crazy, having Marcus back seemed appealing.
But she didn’t want him. God forbid he took her back. She’d only cheat on him again, chasing something she thought was better.
Stupid pregnancy hormones.
At this point, what did she want? She thought Alex was it. Charming, devastatingly handsome. Incredible in bed. Absolutely fucking loaded. He should have been everything she wanted. He had been everything she wanted.
So, what changed?
She glanced up at the ceiling as she registered the silence, breathing a sigh of relief. Finally, she felt as though she could relax, rolling onto her side as she felt the baby squirm inside her.
Ah, poor baby.
Was her little nugget the reason her feelings had died for Alex? Perhaps. But given everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure motherhood was for her after all.
Surprisingly, even to herself, she loved her daughter. Every time she felt a little flutter, she imagined tiny little hands waving hello and felt her heart soar.
But love, as she knew well, was not enough.
Being a single mother wasn’t for her. She’d only decided to have a baby when she had Alex’s money to support her. Without it, she couldn’t imagine how she’d cope. She could barely look after herself. She couldn’t take care of an entire human that relied only on her.
So then, what?
She was far too selfish to consider adoption. She wouldn’t feel right knowing someone else was raising her child. Adoption was completely out of the question.
But then, so was every other option.
“I’m sorry, Odette,” she whispered, running her hand over her stomach. “I really fucked up your life and you’re not even here yet.”
Swallowing past a lump in her throat, she closed her eyes, trying to force herself to sleep. When that didn’t work, she tried counting sheep. She heard a moan of pleasure through the ceiling. Sighing in frustration, she pulled a pillow over her head.
What was the point?
She couldn’t sleep in this house. Not with the two freaks upstairs working the way through the Kama Sutra. Nor with her own mind looking to chip away at her self-esteem. And that’s not to mention the weird vibes this house gave off.
What had Marcus said before he went out? Look out for Anna?
