I smile for a second, remembering the simple banter with him final time. If I’m not cautious, I’m going to fall for that once more. “It was a great evening, proper?” I don’t know why I must ask him that, as if it issues, but it surely’s like if I bought pregnant then a minimum of I must know we bought one actually good evening from it.

“It was extraordinarily good,” he agrees, leaning on his personal elbows. We’re staring straight forward, one another within the light mirror behind the bar. “Till you stole my watch.”

“That was within the morning, so the evening was nonetheless improbable.”

“Nice level.”

“Does it assist if I stated that watch saved my life? It’ll cowl hire for just a few months and it purchased some drugs for my brother.”

“Really, it does assist.” His head tilts to the facet. “You deal with a brother?”

“Jason. He’s twenty, 5 years youthful than me. He’s bought epilepsy, and it simply so occurs that the most costly capsule is the one one which controls his seizures. Oh, and we don’t have insurance coverage. Fortunate us.”

“Fortunate you,” he murmurs and I can see the wheels handing over his head.

Which is my cue. I actually don’t need this man to appreciate how pathetic and poor I’m. I’m simply one other trashy Irish lady getting pregnant younger. I’m a freaking cliché at this level, however there’s nothing else I can do about it. I end the membership soda and switch away from him.

“Effectively, I did what I got here right here to do, and now you understand,” I inform him. “Good luck along with your life and all that.”

“Wait.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m not telling you my pathetic story to get sympathy or something. You don’t have to fret about what I do with the newborn. Both method, it’s not your drawback.”

“Did you fuck your self?” he grumbles at me and catches my arm earlier than I can stroll previous him.

“A little bit,” I say, largely simply to see if I can shock him into letting me go. “Keep in mind that?”

But it surely solely makes his eyes harden. “I bear in mind each little element of that evening. Each time you moaned. Each time you got here. Each time I got here. I haven’t stopped fascinated with it.”

A thrill rushes into my core. Fuck, this man is freaking intense. He’s observing me like he’s going to tear off my garments and fuck me to items proper right here within the bar. I wager he may make me shatter whereas the desk of middle-aged drunk guys watches. Which is a fairly fucked-up thought.

“I’m simply saying, it doesn’t matter, okay? I don’t wish to become involved.”

“It’s too late. You’re pregnant with my child, which suggests you’re mine.”

These phrases. You’re mine. He freaking means them, the psychopath. And instantly, the thrill turns to concern.

“No, Saul. I solely got here to inform you out of guilt and I assume as a courtesy. However I’m not yours.”

“Let me deal with you.” The phrases come out in a rush. “I can assist you. I can make certain the newborn will get every part she wants. You stole my watch to pay hire and purchase drugs. You need assistance, Molly. Let me show you how to.”

The supply is so tempting it’s painful. He’s in all probability wealthy sufficient that I may in the reduction of my waitressing hours to one thing approaching cheap. We’d not must stress about cash each single day. I may cease questioning if I’ll have to decide on between meals or epilepsy drugs for Jason sooner or later.

However these phrases nonetheless freak me out.

You’re mine.

I don’t wish to be his. I don’t wish to be anybody’s. I solely got here right here out of some silly misguided sense of obligation or no matter. I figured I owed it to him on the very least.

I by no means anticipated this.

“I don’t need that.” I yank my arm and handle to interrupt free. He strikes to face, however a number of individuals are staring now. “I’m sorry. Coming right here was a mistake.”

“Molly—”

“Simply overlook I discussed something, okay? Simply overlook about it.”

I flip away, coronary heart racing. He says my identify once more however I don’t reply. I hurry to the door, feeling sick like I did that first morning just a few weeks again. Rolling away from bed to my alarm, slamming it off, then the sudden rush of bile?—

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