My laughter echoed around us. “I do what I want, Mr. Oakley.”
“If you meet this-this guy friend while we’re here, I’ll break his fucking arms and legs,” Wyatt growled through gritted teeth.
Angry sex was so good. Gripping his neck, I gave into the pleasure that filled my core.
“Fuck me harder, Wyatt.”
His ass moved at lightning speed as he plowed into me.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as electric waves shot through my body. God, this man made my fucking toes curl.
“Shit, Lakelyn,” he groaned, as he came after me.
Chests heaving, we stood there not ready to break apart.
“I’m with you. Tell him tonight at the public dinner.”
Maybe there wouldn’t be a brawl at the Hollywood award dinner.
**P**
It felt good hanging with Rayne and Sylvie. I peeked around the table at Maxon, Wyatt, and my brother. We were all together again. It was like old times until it wasn’t. Rayne was obsessing over the Messy Mandy gossip blog again. Her bulging eyes shot over to Oak.
He immediately read the post. His shocked gaze met mine.
“No one’s having my baby.”
Wyatt’s words broke my heart into a million tiny pieces.
I glanced at Sylvie’s phone. Four baby mamas. What the hell?
My friends whisked me away from the table. They knew I’d jump across it and choke the shit out of him.
Twirling on the floor, holding a bottle of champagne above my head, I danced and sang along with Miranda Lambert to It All Comes Out in The Wash.
My situation went from glitter to shit in a day.
I lied to my friends. I told them I was headed to the bathroom. Making a pit stop at the table, I grabbed my purse. Oak wasn’t there. Didn’t matter if he left. I needed fresh air. Marching toward a set of gold doors in the theater's atrium, I halted.
Wyatt held his phone to his ear. He was deep in a conversation with someone. Wyatt gripped his hair, pacing.
Doubling back, I darted out the side door and hopped into my Uber. The time had come to make a trip to the pharmacy and buy a pregnancy test.
Thirty minutes later, I strolled through the doors of an upscale restaurant. I disappeared into a stall and peed on the stick. My phone vibrated nonstop while I awaited the test results. I knew it was Rayne and Sylvie.
Eyes wide, I stared at the positive pregnancy test.
My entire body shook uncontrollably. I just became Oak’s fifth baby mama. I didn’t know who Oak was anymore.
If my brother disowned me fine, I couldn’t see him turning his back on his niece or nephew.
Not sure when I’d tell Wyatt I was pregnant. Now wasn’t the time. I wanted to get as far away from him as possible.
How could I tell my friends I was also pregnant with Oak’s baby? Right now, I couldn’t bring myself to share the secret with anyone.
The day of Rayne’s birthday party, I awoke at noon.
Sylvie sat at my side, foaming at the mouth. I eased up against the headboard. “What’s wrong?”
“Lakelyn, are you serious?”
“You disappeared last night.”
Clutching my wild hair, I shoved my face between my knees. “I know. I’m sorry. You have to understand. I couldn’t be around him last night.”
She rubbed my back. “I get it. You still scared the shit out of us,” she exhaled. Her thick, southern accent shined through.
“Today, you’re stuck with me. If Oak tries to get close, I’ll give him a piece of my mind.”
I wrapped my arms around her neck. “Thank you.”
“Oh, and no drinking till tonight. I heard you puking your guts out early this morning.”
Pulling back, I tugged at my oversized white T-shirt before I hopped out of bed. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you drink an entire bottle of champagne,” I lied.
Later that night, I put myself in charge of ordering drinks at Rayne’s birthday party. Sylvie thought I drank vodka and sprite. Nope, club soda was my drink of choice. I gave the bartender a nice tip to keep them coming. Any time Deacon and Wyatt walked in our direction, I disappeared.
Wyatt didn’t fly back to Atlanta with Deacon and me Sunday morning. Thank goodness. If he had, I would’ve slept in the bedroom.
My brother insisted on sitting next to me. Deacon rambled on about Wyatt’s baby mama drama.
“Can’t believe my best friend fucked those chicks without protection. Next, Messy Mandy will report he has a new type of sexually transmitted disease,” he chuckled.
My stomach churned.
He found amusement in his best friend’s problems.
Deacon’s diarrhea of the mouth only stopped, because I pretended to be asleep.
Curling into myself, I closed my eyes. Early this morning, I scheduled an emergency appointment to see an OBGYN in a few days. I’d have the doctor test me for STDs. Like I said, my life was a real shit show right now.
CHAPTER SIX
WYATT
Messy Mandy turned my life upside down with one post. I lost everything that mattered to me in a few seconds.
Deacon’s angry scowl told me he suspected I was crushing on his sister—hard.
Maxon played the mediator.
“Hey, we’re here to have a good time for Rayne,” he warned.
Maxon wouldn’t let anyone fuck over her birthday.
Which meant, I had to wait to talk to Deacon once we returned home.
Standing near the front entrance of the fancy cinema hall, I dialed my publicist.
“Hello, Nancy─”
“Wyatt, what the hell happened? Messy Mandy’s reported that you’ve impregnated four women.”
I combed my fingers through my perfectly styled hair.
“Yes─”
The woman wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise.
“During an orgy.”
“Nancy, don’t interrupt me again, please.”
I paced the red carpet along a wall. My gaze led to my best friend’s face plastered on an action movie poster.
“One of my friends and I were at the party, it then turned into an orgy. I didn’t have sex with the women. But...”
My eyes widened, and I gruffly rubbed my chin.
“But what, Wyatt?”
“I had a conversation with the San Francisco Forty-Niners general manager.” The more I thought about it, he’d popped up at several of my sets recently.
I remembered that night vividly.
Deacon leaned back and rested his foot on the wall, nursing a foreign beer. Lakelyn and Rayne said Deacon reminded them of the character, Ralph Angel, from Queen Sugar. I agreed. He waved at a chick walking by. This was the perfect atmosphere for my best friend. Women flocked to him like he was their favorite candy. The scene was almost the same as all the other parties. The DJ stood behind a booth across the room. His back-drop floor to ceiling windows and an Olympic pool. A guy cannonballed into the blue water, splashing ladies, while another guy received a blow job pool side. Her friend laid on the lounger beside her and waved one of my teammates over. She flashed a shiny green foiled condom package in his view. In the blink of an eye, he was balls deep in the chick’s pussy.
I slapped Deacon’s chest. “Dude, is this shit really happening?”
“Oak, you said this was a chill party. Not an orgy.”