Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 293

We drive in silence. My anxiety takes full control of me and I sit with my arms wrapped around my legs, my chin on my knees, my dirty boots flat against the leather of the seat as I stare blankly out the windshield.

From the corner of my eye I can see Jerome glancing at me anxiously every few minutes, but I don’t look at him. I don’t do anything on the surface, but inside my mind is screaming.

What the – what the fuck am I going to do?

If I’m…

“There,” I say, my voice monotone as I fling a finger out to point at the chain pharmacy I’ve been waiting for, the one we pass every day on the way home. “Stop here, Jerome,” I order.

“What?” He asks, glancing at me again. “Fay, why? What do you need? Are you – are you sick?”

I don’t answer but he slows the car, pulling into the parking lot anyway. When the car rolls to a stop I unbuckle my belt, but before I can step out of the car Jerome grabs my wrist. I pull hard, trying to tug away, but again he won’t let me.

“Stop,” he commands, and I look angrily up into his face. “Tell me what’s going on,” he insists, his hand tightening around my wrist. “You were happy all day, and then I find you in the stall basically catatonic, staring at the wall, panting like you’ve run a marathon? And then you tell me to stop at a pharmacy? What’s going on, Fay?”

“Back off, Jerome,” I snap, glaring at him. “This is my business. Not yours.”

And then I push the car door open and climb out. Jerome groans and lets me go, but when I glance over my shoulder as I slam the Lexus door shut behind me, I just see him staring at me out the windshield, totally baffled.

Good, I think. Because it’s going to be really complicated to keep this quiet if he’s watching me pick out a pregnancy test.