Stricken Unveiled (Stricken Rock #2) Read Online Free PDF

be sure to call.” I laugh and he joins
in.
    “But seriously James, how did I ever get so
lucky to have you and Stacy in my life? I don’t know what I would
do without either of you.” I say, staring him straight in the
eyes.
    “I wonder the same thing all the
time.” He teases with a sly smile and I smack him in the arm. “See
you’re all better.” He adds rubbing his reddened arm for show.
    I roll my eyes. “Yeah, whatever.”
    “Well now that the woman we all love has
re-graced us with her presence why don’t we get off the bathroom
floor and join Stacy in the living room?”
    I slide off him. He stands first and offers
his hand to help me, which I accept.
    He opens the bathroom door and I freeze. I
don’t know if I can go out there and face the music. I will cry
again. I can feel it coming already. I don’t want to hear about
Johnathan’s new baby mama. I want to crawl into bed and sleep for a
week.
    James holds out his hand standing in the
opened door frame.
    “It will be okay. I promise, if you need to
cry or breakdown again it’s alright. I will be here, and Stacy is
right out here. You will be in the safest hands you got.” James
says sweetly.
    I nod and accept his hand again and hold it
all the way into the living room. Stacy is sitting on the couch
yelling on his cell phone. I turn my head and see Deacon sitting at
the island in the kitchen eating left over pizza.
    “This is good pizza.” He comments taking a
big bite.
    Yeah, it was good going down but coming up
not so much.
    “Why are you here still?” I ask D a little
bitchy. I can’t help it. I can’t stand that guy. He’s a pompous
fucker who treats women worse than Johnathan does and that says
something right there.
    “I’m waiting to hear that Stacy has to say
when he gets off the cell. This is a huge shocker for us all. Who
would’ve thought J would be the dumbass to get a woman
pregnant.”
    I tighten my grip on James’s hand. He leans
over to my ear and whispers. “Do you want me to throw his ass out
now? I can.”
    I shake my head.
    “Oh, are you two a thing now?” D motions with
his pizza toward my hand in James’s.
    “Does it matter if we are or not?” I
snap.
    “Naw, just thought I’d change the subject
till Stace decides to get off the fucking phone with an update.” He
shrugs, obviously frustrated. Yeah well join the damn club.
    “Why does it matter to you anyways Deacon?” I
bark.
    I’m pissed now. Hey anything is better than
crying like a fucking baby on the floor in the bathroom with my
bodyguard.
    “J’s my man. If he’s gonna be a daddy I wanna
be there to support him and shit. I just can’t believe it. He never
leaves his dick unwrapped.” He shakes his head. “Like never. It’s a
rule we don’t want nothing we can’t wash off. Ya know?”
    I want to scream at him: Uh, huh sure he
doesn’t you stupid pompous motherfucker. I am pregnant because your
“J” came in me four times in one motherfucking night. With no
condom on ! If his sperm is anything, it’s potent and fertile as
fuck. Because five percent chance of pregnancy over here still got
knocked up by him. With twins you stupid asshole. So even if he
wrapped his shit it might have super powers to eat through the
condom and impregnate just about any woman he’s ever slept with.
Which if I remember correctly is like three hundred and twenty plus
bitches. Including myself!
    I shake my head. God I hate him! Deacon and
Johnathan both. I think I’m past hating Johnathan because I can
forgive him for some stuff. But damn if anything this bullshit has
me angry and heartbroken and emotional as fuck. Hating him all over
again. Welcome to the hormonal roller coaster of pregnancy. If I
wasn’t pregnant I’d still be hormonal but I’m juiced now. It’s like
a 4 cylinder car versus a V8. I’m now the latter.
    “Just got off the phone with Passages and the
media.” Stacy says solemnly, walking over to us standing in the
hallway between the