What He Fights (What He Wants, Book Ten) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

surprisingly, she didn’t sound upset that I was here.
    The door to my bedroom was closed, and I
took a deep breath and put my hand on the knob.   I turned it slowly, almost afraid of what I might find
inside.
    But my room looked exactly as I’d left it
– the bed was sloppily made, the blinds closed tight.   It was slightly dusty, and had the feel
of not being lived in a for a bit, but other than that, nothing seemed to have
been disturbed.
      I let out a sigh of relief.
    I caught sight of myself in the mirror
over my dresser.
    “Oh,” I said, shocked at my own
reflection.   My hair was a frizzy
cloud enveloping my head.   The
makeup I’d put on this morning ran down my face, leaving smudges underneath my
eyes and dried streaks on my face.   There were red blotches on my neck, mostly likely caused by a
combination of stress and the rain.
    “Hey,” Julia said, appearing at my door.
    In contrast to me, her hair was pulled
back into a sleek ponytail, and she smelled of shampoo and soap.   Her face was scrubbed clean.   I hardly ever saw Julia without make-up
– she was one of those girls who had a makeup closet, the kind who was
always trying out new tricks and buying new products, unlike me, who had one
look that I tended to stay with.   Her bare face made her look younger, more vulnerable.  
    She was wearing a white t-shirt that hung
on her thin frame and hit just above her knees, and no bottoms.   I wondered if the shirt was Josh’s.
    “Hi,” I said.   I picked up a package of make-up remover wipes from my
vanity and swiped one over my messy face.  
    If Julia was disturbed by my appearance,
she didn’t say anything.
    “Are you back?” she asked.
    I hesitated.   Something about saying I was back made everything feel so
final. But I couldn’t deny it any longer.   To say I wasn’t back was just prolonging the inevitable, allowing myself
to get sucked back into the Noah vortex.
    “Yes.”
    She nodded, accepting this.   She played with the bottom of her
t-shirt.   “Do you want to talk
about what happened?”
    “I don’t know,” I said warily.   I knew we should talk about it, knew it was
probably the right thing to do if I was going to be moving back in.   But I was so tired.    I didn’t know if I could handle
any more confrontation.
    “I, um…” Julia looked over her shoulder,
like she was afraid someone was going to overhear her.   “I’m pregnant.”
    “What?” I repeated, startled.
    “I’m pregnant.”   She whispered the words, even though we were the only two in
the apartment.   “Josh doesn’t know
yet.”
    I shook my head.   “Julia, that’s impossible.   You just started seeing Josh.   You wouldn’t be able to tell if you
were pregnant yet.”
    I saw the look of guilt cross her
face.   So she hadn’t just been
seeing Josh from the other night.   She’d been seeing him longer than that.   “Okay,” I said, shaking my head again.   “How far along are you?”
    She held her hand out, and I realized she
was holding a pregnancy test.   “I
don’t know.   I just found out.”
    “And Josh doesn’t…”
    “No.”   She shook her head.   “He doesn’t know.”
    I touched her wrist softly, turning it
over so I could get a good look at the test she was holding.   Maybe she was mistaken.   Maybe she wasn’t reading it right.   But it was one of those digital ones, the
kind that took the guesswork out of the whole process, the kind that dashed any
kind of hopes you might have of a mistake.
    Sure enough, “PREGNANT” flashed across
the screen.
    “What are you going to do?” I asked
gently.   I didn’t want to assume
anything either way.  
    “I’m not sure,” she said.   “I’ve only been – ” Her eyes fell
on my wrist as I moved my hand away from hers, and she frowned.   Then she reached down and picked up my
    hand, pushed up the sweater I was
wearing, looked at the faint marks on my wrist which were still there from what
Noah