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But the next day, it happened again.
The two blue lines on the pregnancy test appeared almost immediately, and I knew nothing would ever be the same.
I had googled The Judgment MC and Liam’s name. I didn’t know his last name, and that made it difficult. I couldn’t find a contact for any of them. They weren’t on the internet. Apparently, bikers didn’t do social media.
I opened the door and pulled my luggage outside into the sweltering August heat.
Liam didn’t want to be found. He’d left that morning before I woke up. No letter. Nothing. I lay there, hoping he’d gone to get breakfast. But five hours later, when I had to go to work, he still hadn’t shown up.
Here I was, six weeks later, knocked up, and I didn’t even know the father’s last name.
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Liam
With my hand fisted in Pandora’s hair, I held her in place as I shot my load down her throat. I let out a deep groan of satisfaction as she gagged, unable to breathe. Fuck, I had needed that. She was by far the best cocksucker we had at the club.
Slowly I released her hair, then let my hand drop to the armrest of the leather office chair I was sitting in behind my desk. Pandora looked up at me, clearly pleased with herself as tears ran down the sides of her face, and she wiped the mess off her mouth.
I patted her cheek. “Thanks,” I told her.
She gave me a sultry smile and stood up. “Anytime.”
Closing my eyes, I laid my head back and waited for the door to close behind her. That was one of the best things about Pandora. She wasn’t clingy or needy. She sucked my cock like a whore and then went back to work. Not all the girls who worked at Devil’s were like that. Some wanted on my cock because they wanted the power they thought would come with it.
I opened my eyes and reached to tuck my dick back in my jeans and zip them up, then glanced at the time. If I didn’t leave now, I was gonna be late, and I still needed to change into something else. The doctor I’d been casually dating for a little over a month had asked me to attend a fundraising event with her tonight for the children’s wing of the hospital. It wasn’t formal, and the children were attending, so I’d agreed.
She was nice enough, and she was too damn busy to be clingy. There were no demands for something exclusive, and that made dating her easy. Sure, there were things about her that I wasn’t crazy about, but she was gorgeous, successful, and independent. She didn’t need me to take care of her.
The vanilla sex, however, wasn’t the best, and I had been sending for Pandora and the use of her mouth more often lately. Hell, I’d even bent Bellatrix over the bar last week and fucked her after she arrived for work, flirting with me and offering her cunt to release any of my stress. I’d sworn I wasn’t going to fuck any of the girls again after that. How was I ever going to settle down if I couldn’t keep my dick out of the strippers? I had to stop it.
I’d told Madeline about the doctor, and she’d been fucking giddy. Happy that I was seeing someone that I could have a future with. If I could get past the boring sex, then, yeah, maybe.
Standing up, I shrugged off my cut and went to hang it on the hook beside the door, then tugged my shirt over my head and went to get the long-sleeved dark blue oxford shirt I’d brought to wear. The jeans were staying, and so were the boots.
Once I had the shirt buttoned up and tucked in, I went to the desk to grab the brush I kept in the drawer and pulled my hair back neatly, then used the black hair tie to secure it at the nape of my neck. My eyes went to the pack of cigarettes I had hidden in there. I was trying to cut back, but just in case, I tapped one out and stuck it in the pocket of my shirt before heading to the door.
Tex was starting up the stairs as I came down them. His mouth quirked in amusement as he looked at me. “Damn, Prez. You look almost respectable. Date with the sexy doc?”
He was having too much fun with the idea of me dating a doctor.
I grunted in response.
“I was wondering why you drove the Charger in today,” he said.
Until I’d started dating the doctor, I rarely drove my Charger. I was always on my Harley unless I had to go get my oldest grandson. But seeing as how I didn’t put women on the back of my bike, I always took the Charger on our dates.
“Make sure the club is closed up tonight before you leave and try not to need me,” I told him.
He nodded. “Planning on it. Country is coming in tomorrow, and I’m headed to Miami.”
I knew he’d be going back to The Judgment sanctuary soon. He’d been here two weeks, and he never stayed this long at a time.
“Okay,” I replied, walking past him. “I got my phone on me if shit comes up.”
“Keep the ringer on this time,” he called out, and I paused.
“That was one fucking time,” I ground out through clenched teeth.
