LUCI (The Naughty Ones Book 2) (83 page)

Law

“What about her?”

Melissa St. Ives was the one conquest of mine that I regretted the minute I got between her legs. After drinking myself legless at a party in Germany, I met the English heiress and took on the challenge of seducing a woman who most said was unable to be seduced.

I should have known it was a bad idea the minute she smiled her icy smile at me and accepted my drunken flirting, but hell, I was drunk and just too impressed with myself to allow the alarm bells much attention.

I’d fucked her and sent her away. I only felt the barest satisfaction at winning the bet Justin and I had had, though honestly the feeling hadn’t been that great.

As she left, even after I’d dismissed her like a whore, my usual modus operandi—and not something I am at all proud of right now—she’d given me a glorious smile and skipped out of my life as if nothing had happened.

“She’s been looking for you, mate.” Justin chuckles, wiggling his brows at me. “And she has something to tell you that I don’t think you’ll want to miss.”

Please Jesus, please just help me out here, I beg, feeling that dread morph into pure fear when the bastard smiles again and drops his bomb with so much delight it takes all of my strength not to lunge at him.

“She’s pregnant and telling everyone within earshot that it’s yours.”

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Nico

Something is definitely wrong with Law. He hasn’t been to bed for going on four days now, and every time I walk into a room, the man jumps up and stalks out as if I’m bringing the plague in with me.

I have to say that I’m a little hurt and feeling ten times the fool since I should have gone ahead with my plan and left his ass after the way he’s been treating me.

I love him though.

And therein lies my biggest hurdle because I keep making all these excuses for him. He’s just scared. He needs time. His got every right to still be upset about my lies.

No matter how hard I try though, I know something more is at play, and I’ve been avoiding confronting him with it because I’m afraid that if we talk, we might not make it back to anything that can be considered halfway close to the marriage we’re headed towards.

Cowardly, I know, but I’m reluctant to rock this raft with the sharks circling.

When he strides into the bedroom late on this Friday night and just stands at the foot of the bed staring at me, I feel my stomach take a nose dive and pull the sheets up, feeling vulnerable and in need of protection for the first time in ages.

I swallow past the dryness in my throat and offer a smile that I know is tremulous.

“Hey, you’re home early for a change.”

He keeps staring at me, his jaw clenched, and he shakes his head as if to dispel whatever he’s thinking about. He looks haggard and tired, completely defeated, and I jump up, going to him even knowing that the odds of him pushing me away are very high.

Law won’t let me touch him in any way that isn’t sexual, and I know that my offer of comfort isn’t going to be well received. I go anyway, gasping when his arms shoot out and he hauls me into his body, his strong arms closing around me so tightly I can’t breathe.

His body shudders when I return the embrace, and I smile through a mist of tears, grateful for whatever it is he’s willing to give me.

“Hey, babe, what’s wrong?”

He shudders again and lifts me off my feet, his breathing ragged as he enfolds me, holding me like a lifeline.

“Law?”

I’m scared now because this is not the dominant, self-assured Law who has been walking rough shod over me for the last few months. Truth be told, and though it sounds weak, I like the guy who’s so confident that he’s hard to handle.

That Law may be a dick, but he’s strong and sure and someone I know I can count on even if he doesn’t love me. This guy who’s clutching at me makes me feel lost and afraid.

“Law, honey, what’s wrong?” I ask again, attempting to put some distance between us so I can see his face.

After long minutes, he releases me, his fists bunching as he stalks to the bed and sits, his head hanging before he looks up to meet my eyes.

“I can’t marry you, Nic.”

Uh…but…

I want to laugh and tell him not to fool around. I went to his office to tell him that I am pregnant and have been trying to tell him for days before Minnie pokes her head up from her wedding plans and notices.

Women always know for some reason, and I wanted him to know first; I have, in fact, been dying to see the excitement on his face, almost as if I have finally done something to redeem myself.

“Uh, are you kidding?” I choke out, taking a step back when he shakes his head regretfully and looks away.

“No. I’m getting married to Melissa St. Ives. I met her a few months ago, just before Dad called me home and…we’re going to have a baby.” He chokes on his words, clearing his throat and meeting my eyes, his own blue eyes hard and unfeeling.

I want to laugh at this. Is this some sort of cosmic justice? God’s way of punishing me for my mistake?

“I…you…she’s pregnant?”

I sound like a fool as I stutter on the words, but at this point, my lips are numb and almost uncooperative as I blink away the dizziness setting in. I’m gutted and…there are no words to describe the heartache I feel right now.

I’ve lost, hell, I probably never stood a chance at him loving me or thinking I’m the one, but to be so summarily dismissed before I could get a chance…?

“Yes. I, we met just before…and I had to leave her.”

He doesn’t elaborate, but he doesn’t need to. I know the score here—just as I knew it months ago. Years ago.

Law doesn’t love me, and he never will. I’m disposable, something he can throw away and return to at will…whenever the fancy strikes him. Only this time there’s no doubt, no way that I can hold onto false hope.

He’s not running away from anything, he’s stepping up to the plate, ready to do the right thing. Just not with me.

“You…?” I pause, fighting back tears of hurt and familiar humiliation. “I mean so little to you?”

It galls me to say this since I swore never to beg him for anything ever again, not after the way I fell to my knees, crying and pleading with him to give me a chance all those years ago.

But I’m not a coward, and for me to move on from this, I have to be strong enough to risk my pride. I have Cody to think about, as well as this little life growing inside me now, and I won’t just give up, not if I—

“We would never have worked, Nic.”

Pain.

“Look. You can stay here with Mom and Dad. You
should
stay here with Mom and Dad since they won’t want you and Cody to leave them. I’ll move out and…”

Marry another woman. Love another woman. Have a family with another woman while I’m left standing by the wayside once again.

He looks guilty as hell when he finally meets my eyes, and I feel my heart turn to ice. I won’t let this break me again. I can’t. I don’t have the luxury of letting this fool shatter me again.

I will stay—even if it means driving Law out of his home and away from his parents. It’s harsh and probably cruel, but why should I lose my family because he’s an ass.

I won’t let myself think about another woman carrying his baby, a woman he probably loves, because it might kill me. What I remind myself of now, is that I was right to convince Minnie to stall on the wedding while I gave him another chance to love me.

Something he’s failed at again.

“Okay.”

My voice sounds off, robotic, devoid of emotion, but I can’t help that. I’m numb. Broken. Shut down in my need not to break down in front of him.

“Uh—?”

“Go.”

“Nic.”

I hear the pleading in his tone and turn my back, not able to look at him right now.

“No, Law. I knew…God.” I laugh humorlessly and turn back, raising my chin as my pride rears its ugly head. “I knew you weren’t in it for the long haul. I’ve known it from the beginning…since you…you’re not worth this pain. Every time I start loving you…you always disappoint me.”

He blanches at my cruelty and makes as if to touch me. I ward him off with a raised hand and shake my head fiercely.

“This is why I didn’t tell you about Cody. You aren’t…I can’t ever depend on you. You amuse yourself till the novelty wears off, and then you take off just as quickly.”

“Nic—”

“No! Leave me alone. I don’t…I can’t do this with you again,” I whisper, feeling the tears tracking down my cheeks. “You broke me once, and I almost lost myself. If it wasn’t for Brody and Leo, I wouldn’t have made it. I won’t let you do that to me again, Law. I have more than myself to think about.”

Tell him!

I won’t though—not yet. First I need to lick my wounds and find a way to hold my head up. And then I’ll tell him that he’s going to be a father again and watch him scramble to fix the major fuckup he just made.

But I won’t love him. Never again.

Law

My mom always said that you don’t know what you had until you lose it, and I never gave it a moments’ thought before. I know what she means now, and I can honestly say that I hate myself.

The pain is never ending, a constant ache deep within my chest that won’t quit, no matter how many bottles I dive into or how much I tell myself that it will get better.

I’ve lost.

Nic hates me, and I can’t say I blame her.

After Justin’s bomb dropped, I felt myself flounder before my mind came back and I realized…I have a responsibility. Melissa St. Ives is carrying my child, and I have a responsibility not only to my child but also to the woman carrying him.

It was the hardest thing I ever had to do in my life when I went home after a long conversation with the woman and a lot of soul searching. She made it clear…marriage or she was giving the baby up for adoption and I would never see him.

I chose marriage, thinking that if I could just get my hands on the kid, I could get a quickie divorce and then explain it all to Nic and somehow, some way, I could get her back.

That’s not going to happen now, and it’s my fault because the moment I saw her looking back at me with what I instinctively knew was love, I’d settled myself and did the right thing.

I let her go.

That was me being unselfish and martyring myself on the altar of love, and here I stand in a magistrate’s office, marrying a woman I can’t stand to look at.

“The rings Mr. James?”

I grind my jaw when Melissa giggles, her thin, pale face curved in a victorious smile, and I grab the rings out of my pocket, all but shoving hers at her and putting my own on.

The thin gold band burns my skin when it slides into place, and I feel myself tensing when she leans her too thin body into mine and lifts her face for a kiss.

A quick peck for appearances is all I have in me, and then I’m pulling her out of the office and into the car waiting outside.

“Oh Lawson, the ring is gorgeous,” she coos, inspecting the two-million-dollar rock that she’d insisted I get when we went ring shopping.

Nic would have brained me with a skillet if I even thought of spending that much money on a ring. She would have yelled at me that children around the world were starving and that I was being an egotistical asshole.

My heart throbs at the reminder that I’ve lost the one and only good thing that ever happened to me, and I cringe, rubbing at the ache in my chest.

“Laaawson.”

Jesus, I must have been really drunk not to have heard the whine in her voice the one night we had together, and I hate myself and her, as she pushes closer, draping her skeletal frame over me.

I hate her touch and feel sickened at the thought of her hands claiming what belongs to Nic.

“Get the fuck off me, Melissa.”

She goes stiff before laughing shrilly and pushing her breasts into my side, the small bump beneath her waist the only reason I don’t throw her off or slap her silly.

That’s your kid in there, Law old boy, I remind myself. Do not hurt her. She’s the mother of your child.

“Laaaw. Why are you being so cold to me, darling? Weren’t we good together once?”

Her hand snakes down and lands on my dick, her fingers digging in to caress me. I smile when the bastard stays flaccid and meet her eyes with a sneer.

“You were a one-night fuck who was lucky enough to get my seed because I was too drunk to be sensible. All I want out of this deal is my kid. Let’s not fool ourselves, Mel. You want my money, and I want my child. Let that be enough. Now get your filthy fucking hands off me.”

She gives me a few more strokes, probably hoping to get a rise out of my dick and pouts when nothing happens.

I grin and watch as she pulls away with a huff, her thin face taking on the pinched look I associate with all starved models.

Fuck, did I really sleep with these kinds of women for years instead of pulling my head out of my ass and coming back to my curved beauty? The thought is sickening, but yeah, I survived off a steady diet of vapid filth while my one true love—my plump, gorgeous Nic—remained behind and raised our son by herself.

Funnily enough, now that my life is so screwed, I no longer feel an ounce of resentment towards Nic. Hell, after a long night of drinking and soul searching, I can see her point.

I’m an ass, an unworthy shithead who didn’t deserve to be Cody’s father because, yeah, she’s right, I am not reliable. And how ironic is it that now that I know this, now that I’m willing to be reliable and trustworthy, I have to give it all to this viper preening beside me.

“Is this what I have to look forward to then?” she suddenly asks, jolting me out of my thoughts.

“What?”

“Is this coldness what I have to look forward to?” she hisses, flicking her hair back with a huff. “You should know that my father will not be pleased to learn that you aren’t a true husband to me. Why I’m pretty certain that he’ll take great exception to his little girl being—”

I lose my temper and shut her up with a hard look that stronger men have not withstood, reaching the limits of my non-existent patience so fast I feel my head pop.

“I don’t give a fuck about what your father thinks, princess. Understand me now, I married you to get my child! If not for the fact that you threatened to throw him away like garbage, I would have taken my kid and kicked your ass to the curb.”

“Aaah, but then you would have brought my child back here and let that fat little frump Justin told me about raise it. Not happening, Law. This baby is a St. Ives—not some little bastard like your first son, and certainly not some offal to be raised by a fat, lowborn trollop.”

I have never hit a woman or wanted to hit a woman so much in my life, but I want to hit her so bad I have to grip my thighs to keep from slapping her silly.

“Speak about my family that way again, and I’ll get rid of you the moment that kid is born.”

“Lawson—”

I leave her in the new penthouse with strict instructions to security not to let her out and go back to work, needing the escape and time to think.

I feel only pain, and with a humorless laugh, I know that this isn’t even half of what Nic felt when I threw her away like garbage. I deserve this.

But it doesn’t make the pain any easier to endure, and it sure as hell doesn’t do anything about the hopeless desolation I feel at the thought of the loss I now carry around in my chest.