Tamed (Torn #5)(70)

“If you don’t do it now, you’ll lose your nerve,” Chloe said.

I sighed. “I know. I just thought I’d have more time to prepare.”

“It’ll be fine, Amber. I promise.”

Then, she was gone.

And I was left alone—again.



“Why the f*ck do you need me to help you hang shelves?”

I shot up off the bed at the sound of Adam’s voice. Oh God, he’s here. I wasn’t ready, not by a long shot.

I’d changed into a white sundress that stopped just above my knees. Unlike most of my dresses, it covered everything. It even had straps, for God’s sake. To me, that was like a full body suit. I’d left my hair down and put on a bit of makeup. It was stupid to worry what he would think about how I looked, but I did.

“Shut up and help me. Chloe’s been bustin’ my balls to put them up in one of the spare rooms.”

“You’re *-whipped, my friend,” Adam grumbled.

The door swung open, and Adam and Drake stepped into the room. I didn’t miss the fact that Drake had let Adam in first. If Adam tried to leave, Drake would block him.

Adam’s eyes landed on me. He froze mid-step and just stared. I swallowed roughly as I waited for him to speak. He didn’t disappoint.

“What in the actual f*ck?” he growled as he turned and glared at Drake. “What the hell is she doing here?”

“She’s here for you,” Drake said. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Fuck that,” Adam said as he tried to move past Drake.

“You’re not leaving until you two talk.”

“This was a damn setup. Why?” Adam shouted at Drake. “I thought I made it clear that I wanted nothing to do with her.”

“Because she has something she needs to tell you, and I knew you’d never willingly see her.”

“You’re right, and I’m not going to talk to her now. Move!”

Drake shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere. Now, I can close the door and leave you two alone, or I can stand in here while she talks to you. Trust me when I say, you’re better off without me. This isn’t something that you’re going to want me to hang around for.”

Adam glared at him before turning away. “Fine. She can say whatever the hell she needs to say, and then I’m gone. I don’t care if I have to take down your ass to leave. What the f*ck happened to bros before hoes?”

Drake grinned. “I got married. Bros never stood a chance.” He turned to leave. “Yell if you need me, Amber.”

Once he was gone, neither Adam nor I spoke. I watched him as he glared at me. In that moment, I knew that he absolutely hated me for forcing myself on him. I could see it in his eyes.

“Are you going to stare at me or tell me what the f*ck you need to say?” Adam finally said.

I looked away for a moment, willing myself not to cry. I’d done far too much of that lately. “I think you might want to sit down.”

“I’ll stand, thanks,” Adam said sarcastically.

I fought back a retort. He was really starting to piss me off. “Suit yourself. But once I start talking, I want you to let me finish before you say anything, okay?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I’m serious.”

“Fine. Whatever. Just get on with it.”

“Before I came out here last month, I got sick. I ended up going to the doctor, and he gave me antibiotics. The only problem with them is that they f*ck up birth control. I forgot that.” I sighed. “I’m pregnant, Adam. I didn’t mean for it to happen, but I am. I know you probably hate me more than ever for it, but I can’t change anything. And…there’s something else. We had sex that night, but I had sex with someone else shortly after. I don’t know if it’s his or yours. I won’t know until the baby is born.”

He stared at me.

Then, he stared some more.

I fidgeted as I waited for him to say something, anything.

“Adam, talk to me, please.” I hated how desperate my voice sounded.

“You’re pregnant,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. They looked empty, like he wasn’t even really with me.

I wasn’t sure if it was because he was in shock or something else.

“I’m not asking for anything from you. I know what Hilary did to you, and I would never do that. I understand if you want nothing to do with this child, but Chloe thought you needed to know.”

“Chloe thought I needed to know?” he asked, finally breaking from his stupor. “And what about you? Did you think I needed to know?”

I looked away. “I hadn’t decided yet, but she made me tell you.”

“Jesus Christ!” he exploded. “You’re carrying my kid, and you thought I didn’t need to know?”

“I don’t know if it’s yours! I would never expect you to take care of me like you did with her. I didn’t do this to trap you or whatever it is you’re thinking. It was an accident.”

“I don’t give a f*ck if it’s mine or not! I have a right to know!” he shouted.

“I’m sorry. I thought you’d tell me to get lost. I know how much you hate me.”

“Goddamn it, Amber! This isn’t about you! It’s about that baby,” he growled. “Have you told the other *?”