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“You underestimate me, Jasmine. I’m very perceptive.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to tell me.” He folds his arms. “You don’t trust me enough?”
“I thought you would be mad.”
“Why would I be mad?” He scowls. “You’re my sister; I’ll always support you.”
I throw my arms around Riley, grateful to have an amazing big brother like him. I’ve been so scared to tell him about my pregnancy, yet he knew and kept it to himself, waiting until I was ready.
“But you have to tell Alec…”
“Do I have to?” I pull away with a sigh.
“Yes, Jas, you have to.”
I shake my head. “I’m not ready yet, Riley.”
“How far along are you?”
“A little over ten weeks.”
Riley arches his brows. “You don’t have much time,” he says, taking a step back. “Do the right thing.”
He walks away from me and resumes his position in front of the TV. I go up to my room, my head muddled with thoughts of Alec. I keep my phone off because I know he will try to call, and I’m not ready to speak to him yet.
A part of me knows I may be wrong. I should have done the right thing and waited for Alec, but I was so upset at Mrs. Ace that I never wanted anything to do with their family anymore. But there’s a baby, and Alec is the father, so sooner or later, he must learn about it.
Chapter twenty-three
Alec
“Master Alec.”
I keep my eyes tightly shut, wishing Damien would leave me alone so I can rot in peace. He’s been hovering over me since morning, and it’s almost noon, yet he remains at my bedside.
The worst of my fever has passed, and I’m well on my way to recovery, so there’s nothing for him to worry about anymore, but he seems to think I need to go to the hospital.
I agreed for him to call a doctor last week, and after a series of drugs and injections, I’m better. Why do I need to go to the hospital again?
“I know you’re awake, Master Alec. I’m talking to you.”
“Your voice will send me back into another fever,” I groan. “Leave me alone.”
He laughs. “It’s so good to hear your voice.”
“Stop being dramatic.” I keep my back turned to him.
“I’m not. The last time you spoke to me was yesterday morning.”
“And I wish for it to remain that way, so leave me alone.”
I feel the bed dip and roll my eyes. If I command Damien to leave, he would, but I know he’s worried about me, and he’s been the only one beside me for the past week of torment, so there’s no need to hurt him by sending him away.
“We can still go to New York to see Jasmine,” he says tentatively. “It’s been a week, and you’re not getting any better. You’ve been miserable.”
I don’t respond to him, and he’s silent again for a little while. “And your parents have been calling. They’re worried about you.”
