Cherished (Wanted #4)(21)
Author: Kelly Elliott

“Oh my Lord, Miss Rhodes, you don’t look so good. Should I get a doctor?”

I stood up and started pacing. Think, Jessie! Think! What did you write?

I told him I was fine…I’d call…

Oh. My. God.

I told him I’d met a friend…and he was helping me get over Scott.

“No…oh no! No! No! Oh my god, what did I do?”

Then, I thought about my dream.

You left him. You killed him.

I heard Trey asking Chelsea if everything was okay.

I turned to face Trey. “I’m the one who hurt him. He thinks I’ve found someone new. He thinks I’ve…” I started shaking my head violently from side to side.

“Mr. Walker, I really think she needs a doctor—now,” Chelsea said.

“No! Oh god…no…Scott. I need to get to Scott!”

I started to make my way out of the office when Trey grabbed me.

“Jessie, there’s a storm out there. You can’t get to Scott right now. No one can talk to anyone unless that person is on the island.”

I could hear the wind outside, and things were banging against the building. “You don’t understand. I have to leave. I have to leave now!”

Trey placed his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. “Jessica, you can’t leave. There’s a storm outside, love. Come on, I’ll hold you if you feel sick. Everything is going to be okay.”

The sick feeling in my stomach was more than I could stand as everything hit me all at once. I looked up at Trey and shook my head. “No…just please let me have a few minutes. I just need a few minutes alone.”

“Jessie—”

“Trey, please!” I shouted.

Trey took a step back. I watched as he turned and headed out of the office.

“Chelsea…can you please give me a few minutes alone?”

Chelsea nodded and left. She shut the office door behind her. I sat there for a few minutes, trying to process everything.

It was Bryce? Why Bryce? Then, who sent the text from Scott’s phone, telling me to meet him at home? Why were Chelsea and Bryce in Scott’s bedroom? She said they had gotten tired of waiting for me. Did she mean she and Bryce or—

Oh my god. Oh god…I’m so fucking stupid! Chelsea set me up. Somehow, she must have sent the text…or maybe Scott sent it and passed out…or…

My head was spinning, and I felt like I was going to get sick again.

I just need to talk to Scott. I need to tell him that I’m not in love with anyone else, and I could never forget him. I could never stop loving him.

I thought about how much time I’d spent with Trey, laughing and enjoying the islands, while Scott had been back home…scared to death and worried about me and what I was doing.

I put my right hand on my stomach and my left hand over my mouth. I almost slept with Trey. I closed my eyes and thought back to the night I’d let Trey finger-fuck me and how much I had just wanted to orgasm to forget about Scott. I could almost feel Trey’s hands on my body. I reached up and touched my still tender breasts as I felt tears rolling down my face, knowing that I’d let another man suck on my breasts and touch my body.

I opened my eyes and sat up. I stared straight ahead for a good two minutes before I stood and walked to the office door. I barely opened it, but I could see Trey standing on the other side of the counter. He stood up taller and smiled when he saw me. I tried my best to smile, but my heart was pounding so loud that I could hear it in my ears.

“Um, Chelsea? May I speak with you…in private, please?”

Chelsea smiled. “Sure.”

After she walked in, I slowly shut the door. The winds seemed to be dying down outside, but I could still hear things blowing around and hitting the building.

I didn’t even know how to ask for what I needed, so I just went for it. “Chelsea, I need to take a pregnancy test.”

The smile that spread across her face caused me to smile.

“Does Mr. Walker know?”

My smile disappeared, and I felt sick to my stomach. “Mr. Walker is just a friend. We’re just friends and nothing more.”

“I’m so sorry, Miss Rhodes. I just assumed because the two of you are always together and all.”

I tried to smile. “I can understand that, but I have a boyfriend back home, and I, um…well, it would be his baby.”

“I see. And he’s okay with you spending so much time here with Mr. Walker?”

I felt my cheeks instantly flush. I could see how people would assume Trey and I were together. Almost every day, we’d spent breakfast, lunch, and dinner together. We’d walked on the beach and taken tours together…danced together…and kissed on more than one occasion.

I wiped away the tear that had rolled slowly down my cheek. “No…he doesn’t know I’m here or that I’ve been, um…spending time with Mr. Walker. But I have not slept with him—at all,” I said as the guilt began to eat away at me.

For over a month, Scott has been back home, worried about me, and I’ve been…having a grand old time, running around Belize with another man.

“Well, I’m not one to judge anyone, Miss Rhodes. I do believe we sell them in the gift store. Would you like me to go and buy you one?”

I slowly nodded. “I left my purse in my cabana. Can you charge it to my room?”

She gave me a pitiful smile and nodded as she opened the door.

I said, “Two. Please get two.”

My hands were shaking as I held up the pregnancy test. Two lines. Pregnant.

I immediately opened the other test and repeated the whole process, crying the entire time.

I waited five minutes and held it up. Two lines. I’m carrying Scott’s baby. As I placed my hand on my stomach, I practically let out a scream. I sat there, rocking back and forth. I’d let another man touch me while I was pregnant with Scott’s child.

Oh god…Scott, please forgive me.

He’s never going to forgive me. He’s going to hate me forever.

Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Trey sucking on my nipples…the same nipples my child would touch.

“No! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why did I let him touch me? Oh god, why did I ask him to touch me? Why?” I yelled out.

In that instant, I had more hate for Chelsea than I’d ever had.

There was a knock on the restroom door.

From the other side, Trey asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just need a few minutes. Please just give me a few minutes.” I got up and pulled my jeans back up. I wrapped both tests in toilet paper and put them into my back pocket as I left the stall.