Banking the Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 2)(125)

“Cassie,” Thatch tried softly.

“I’m not pregnant, you lunatic. Why would you even say something like that? It’s literally the craziest thing that’s ever come out of your mouth.” Georgia tried to step in and put a hand of comfort to Cassie’s shoulder, but she tossed it off.

“Cassie.”

Cassie turned to look at her. “I’m not pregnant,” she repeated.

“Cassie,” Thatch tried to get her attention again.

“I’m ignoring you, Thatcher. Stop telling our friends lies.” She flipped him off over her shoulder. “I swear, I’m not pregnant,” she said again, and I wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince us or herself.

“Honey,” Thatch said and moved to stand beside her. He placed both hands on her shoulders and refused to let her shrug them off. “I’m not spouting off crazy bullshit right now. I honestly think you might be pregnant.”

She shook her head, and her face morphed into utter disbelief. “Do you even realize how insane you sound? I’m on birth control. There’s no way I’m pregnant.”

“I think you need to take a test, honey,” he said, voice soft. “When was your last period?”

“Oh, for f*ck’s sake,” she scoffed. “I’m not going to recount my ovulation cycle with you.”

But even as the words flowed past her lips, her face showed that maybe she wasn’t so certain.

Winnie’s unyielding voice sounded from the other side of the room.

“Come on, Cass. Let’s go get a test.”

She looked at Winnie for a long moment until she nodded without even an attempt to argue. Winnie had undeniable authority.

I immediately pictured her bent over my desk, a red reminder of my handprint on her ass.

Goddammit.

“Fine,” Cassie relented and tossed her hands in the air. She turned toward Thatch and stabbed her finger into his chest. “Get ready to be proven wrong.”

Thatch smirked, but the gentleness in his eyes showed he wasn’t even considering being wrong in this scenario. That was a look of a man who was certain. And he wasn’t the least bit upset but the possibility.

No, he looked thrilled.





“I’m not pregnant,” I said and opened the pregnancy test package. “I’m on birth control. There’s no f*cking way I’m pregnant.”

Right? I took the pill every day. I hadn’t been on any antibiotics. There had been zero hiccups with my cycle. Shit was normal. Well, besides the constant need to bone, but I lived with a giant who could f*ck like a god. I’d like to find the woman who wouldn’t want to have constant sex in that scenario.

I glanced at Georgia and Winnie. They were both leaning against the bathroom counter, watching me damn near tear the package in two. And neither had expressed they were on the same page as me. The Cassie Isn’t Pregnant page.

I narrowed my eyes at Georgia when I noted the soft expression on her face and her frequent glances toward my belly. “No, Wheorgie,” I said and pointed the test at her. “Go ahead and get those thoughts right out of your head. I’m. Not. Pregnant.”

Her expression grew softer, and she smiled.

“Seriously. Stop looking at me like that.”

“Just go take the test, Cass,” she finally said.

I groaned and stepped into the bathroom stall. This was about the most ridiculous situation I had ever been involved in. Taking a goddamn pregnancy test inside Duane Reade while the guys waited outside in the parking lot. Go back ten years and put us in a high school bathroom and this could’ve been an episode of Teen Mom.

Granted, it wasn’t his choice that Thatcher wasn’t with me.

I had refused to let him join me while I peed on a stick. With the excited expression I had witnessed on his face, I had a feeling he would’ve been hovering over the toilet and holding the stick while I peed.

I was in and out of the stall in less than two minutes. After I set the test down on a clean paper towel, I washed my hands while Winnie and Georgia looked down at it the entire time.

“Seriously, you guys can stop staring at it. I already told you the answer. I’m not pregnant,” I said as I dried off my hands and tossed the used paper towel in the trash. I leaned against the bathroom counter, crossed my arms over my chest, and looked everywhere but at the test.

That stupid test. I wasn’t pregnant.

Seriously, how many times did I have to tell these idiots I wasn’t pregnant?

Thatch couldn’t have been more wrong about this. I was sure of it.

“Cass,” Georgia whispered, “You should probably look at this.”

I glanced over at her and watched her eyes go wide.

“No,” I refused. “I’m not looking at it. I already know the answer.”

“Cassie,” Winnie chimed in, “Georgia’s right. You need to check the results yourself.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Just tell me what it says… Go ahead,” I said, gesturing with my hand. “Just say Not Pregnant, and then we can all leave this bathroom and head to the bar.”

Georgia shook her head. “I can’t. You need to be the one to see it.”

“You guys are being ridiculous.” I groaned and strode to their side of the counter and snatched the pee stick off the towel. My eyes met the result window, and I laughed.