He looks up at me, “I’ll take care of her and the damages to your car. Please don’t call the police. I’m so sorry that my shit is fucking with you. It shouldn’t have happened.”
I shrug with ease that I don’t feel, “Don’t worry about it. You can’t control her actions. I won’t call the police, but it can’t happen again.”
“I’ll call her right now,” Cole says and looks to the other guys, silently asking them to give us privacy.
“I’m going to change the gate code,” Talon says, and he leaves with Foster trailing behind.
Cole grabs his phone off his dresser and calls Hannah. She answers on the second ring.
“Hi baby,” she answers in a sickly-sweet tone, making Cole wince.
“What were you up to last night?” He questions her, his voice cold and hard.
“I was just at home. There’s not much for a pregnant girl to do.”
Cole looks at me as I collapse on the bed. Seeing it was one thing, but now having it confirmed is hard.
“That’s not what the camera footage I just watched says. Are you that fucking stupid that you think this fancy ass house wouldn’t have cameras? Everywhere has cameras,” he tells her.
She goes silent, which seems quite a feat since she never seems to shut up.
“Your access to this house has been revoked. Don’t contact me again unless it’s for my DNA to do a paternity test–” He starts, but she cuts him off.
“I’m sorry, Cole, but Jenna said she had seen you guys together at that club a few weeks ago, and you kissed her. Then, last week, she was at your game. Do you know what that looks like? Kissing another girl with a pregnant fiancée at home? I just lost it. Blame it on the pregnancy hormones.”
“You can blame your shitty behavior on anything you want, but I promise if you come near this house or Blake again, I will get the police involved. Can you imagine what that will look like for you? I ended our engagement months ago. You have to get over it, Hannah. Who I kiss is none of your business.”
He hangs up on her, throws his phone on the bed, and stares at the floor, refusing to look at me.
“How far along is she?” I ask.
“Six months.”
“How long have you known?”
“About three. I’m sor–”
My anger rises to the surface, overshadowing my great hurt. “No, I’m so tired of the apologies after you hurt me. Is it that much easier to apologize than to not do something fucking stupid, to begin with?”
He finally looks up from the floor, his blue eyes swimming with tears. “Please just hear me out for a second.”
“Fine.”
“Hannah and I are very much over. I broke it off completely before I knew anything about the pregnancy, but I found out just before I moved back here. She has the dream in her head of us playing happy family. I keep turning her down and demanding a paternity test. She swears it’s my son, but I know she was sleeping with at least two teammates around the same time. I chose not to tell you, which I know was wrong, but I honestly had no idea what to say. I hoped we’d do the test. It would confirm it’s not mine, and I would walk away.”
He kneels in front of me. “Please don’t hate me,” his voice cracks on the last word.
“Did the other two know?” I ask, tears clogging my throat.
He nods.
I stand up from the bed, “I need some time.”
“Okay.”
I walk around him and leave the room, trying to pull together my broken pieces…again.
Chapter 27
