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Bestfriends Shouldn’t Know How You Taste novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57 

My vision is blurry as I ran out of the school. I didn’t know  where I was heading all I knew was that I needed to get out of  here. My stomach churn in unease when I hear him, still behind  me, close.  

I feel his fingers wrap around my upper arm and turn me to face  him. I stumble into his chest, my heart racing as I cried. I was  losing him.  

“Ley please.” His voice is pleading as he hugs me to him.  

I only managed a sob. I shake my head, flatten my palms on his  chest and push. He does not budge. 

“What she said is not true Ley. I would never do this to you. I  love you too much to ruin something so good, something I’ve  been wanting my entire life.” Blake’s voice cracks.  

” She’s pregnant for you Blake. She’s expecting your kid.” I  mumble on his shirt. My tears had now soaked through the  white material.  

I feel him tensed up. “We do not know that for sure Ashley. For  all we know she could be lying. F*cking hell I have never slept  with her without using protection. Not the same when I’m with  you. I have only gone bare with you Ley, no other girl.” 

I shake my head, my face rubbing on his shirt. “It wouldn’t  matter if you were protected, she still could’ve gotten pregnant  if the condom broke. If you really were drunk the night then you  probably never put it on before F*cking her.” 

“That’s the thing Ley, I always pull out even with a condom on.  There was no way of the possibility of my cum entering her. I  have never been drunk to the point that I forgot to put a  condom on.” He states pulling away to look at me.  

He clenches his jaw. “I don’t like to see you cry Ley. It F*cking  hurts me to know I’m the cause of it.” 

He reached up to wipe my tears with the pad of his thumb. “You  should go to her.” I whispered, my throat feeling extremely  tight. 

He stills, dropping his hands. “What the F*ck?” He asked as if he  hadn’t heard clearly.  

I sniffle and move out of his arms. I look up at him. His beautiful  eyes, his lips that always had me begging for more, his jawline  that I love tracing. He was a sight alright. And I love him.  

But right now I needed to think things through. And he needed  to think about what he was going to do about the news. We  needed space away from each other to sort out whatever battles  we were about to face.  

 

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