CHAPTER FOUR
Avery.
.
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Arghhhhh…
My head pounded painfully as it throbbed, making my vision blurry. My mouth was dry, and my body felt heavy, as if I added a hundred pounds overnight.
Memories of last night replayed in my head, as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Flashing lights, expensive cars,and alcohol. It was the first I'd let myself go in over 6 months. It felt good, but something was wrong.
For starters, I felt this dull ache everywhere. And I mean every single part of my body. Sure enough I was in my room but there was this faint scent of…..
Shit. I was completely naked.
No no no no no….
I glanced beside me and almost screamed, covering my mouth with my palm. Liam lay there, his bare back covered in scratches. I took out my fingers and traced one of them and noticed him tense, so I withdrew.
Slowly, fragments of our make out flooded back into my brains and heat slowly rose up in my cheeks. It wasn't a dream after all.
How could I be so reckless? I had to admit, that was one of the best drunk sex I've had in a long time, but it would have been better if I didn't have any connection to this man!
CEO of Rockwell Enterprises.
Hard headed, cold and ruthless.
The prince charming of basically every woman in New York.
Liam fucking Rockwell.
Evelyn's boss!!!
God, this was so embarrassing. What would Evelyn think? What would
I was only joking about leaving an impression, but this?
This was way out of proportion. Breathe, Avery. Breatheeeeeeee. Can't go crazy now.
I glanced over at him, and took time to admire his features. I wanted to pull the strands of hair off his eyes when they fluttered open, a spark of recognition and disbelief in his icy blue orbs.
My hands froze midair, my breath caught in my throat.
Did he know me? Oh wait, of course he did. He thinks I'm Evelyn.
“Get off.” He spat coldly, making me flinch.
Well, that's one way to handle it.
“I'm ..I'm sorry.” I muttered, trying to find my voice.
God this never happens. Where is all my courage?
“No.” He interrupted before I could talk further. “Don't speak about this again. Ever.” he said coldly, getting up and putting on his clothes.
“Wait Liam…you don't understand, I'm not-”
“I said no. Don't. Speak. We'll pretend like this never happened.” He said through gritted teeth, and I flinched. “Since when did you start calling me Liam?” He growled, glaring at me.
“I…uh..I'm sorry sir. I just um…” I stuttered, which almost never happens.
Liam 1, Me 0.
Why was he so mad?
Within seconds, he fled out of my room and the front door, slamming both doors behind him. I watched as he got into his car, and drove off quickly. I exhaled. Maybe things wouldn't turn out so bad. Or would they? What if he transfers this passive aggression to Evelyn?
What am I going to do? I exhaled, and plopped back down on my bed. This is not how I wanted this week to end.
He said not to speak of it again, so that's exactly what I'm gonna do.
A month later.
“Avery! Aren't you coming!” My best friend Flora yelled from the edge of the beach with her boyfriend, Jamal. It was supposed to be a girl's night out with their partners, but I was missing a keyword there.
Partner.
The last month had been torture for my mind, especially since I couldn't get Liam out of my mind. Part of me felt guilty about the whole encounter, but another part wanted to do it again.
I was a lunatic, and a shameless one.
“No no, you guys go ahead. I'll catch up.” I said, sipping my coconut juice and relaxing in my beach chair. The waves crashed onto the shore every now and then, and little children played with the retreating water.
Parents, lovers, and every other adult watched them, each pair lost in their activities. I wondered if I could ever have such tranquility.
“Girl, don't tell me you're still thinking about that silly one night stand. It was one night. And besides, it's not like you're pregnant or something. So come on, let's go have some fun.” Flora said, leaning onto my laps. Her hair was wet from playing in the water, and her eyes were red from the saltiness of the ocean. She didn't seem to mind, because she looked very happy.
“Fine. But I'm not playing couple's tag with you guys. I'm happily single.”
And not searching.
A few hours later, the sun had begun to set and beach goers were leaving one by one. I stayed for a bit after Flora and Jamal left, admiring the sunset.
Sunsets were extremely pretty.
I got up, packed up my things and headed to my car, when a low wave of nausea washed over me, almost making me stumble.
I leaned over on the hood of my car, before running towards the nearest bathroom stall and emptying my stomach.
Did I eat something bad? I mean, it was just xofo
A fleeting thought crossed my mind, but I dismissed it immediately. It was over a month ago, and he used a condom, didn't he?
Wait a second….didn't he????
Fuck fuck fuck…..no no no.
I ran back to my car and drove to the nearest pharmacy. My heart was a mess, and my brain was trying so hard to recall that night, if I could even get a glimpse of him pulling out a condom, but nothing came forth. I hadn't had sex since that day, so no other person came to mind.
I got the pregnancy test kit, and raced back home immediately. Straight into the bathroom, and I did as the packet instructed. I waited a few minutes, contemplating if I could come to terms with the truth, or if I could just deny it and continue with my life.
But I had to know.
So, I shut my eyes and picked up the strip, gathering the courage.
My eyes fluttered open, and my heart stopped.
Positive.