Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Harlow appreciated it. “Thank you.”
The two left and a couple of nurses came in to check on her. She didn’t want to talk to them, but she kept a forced smile on her lips.
They left, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Her hands lay down by her sides.
“You and I both knew this was going to be a little fun, and now, to be honest, I’m bored. I can’t deal with your inexperience. I tried to train you, but you’re just not what I need.”
Tears filled her eyes, and she tried to fight them. This is not what she wanted. She and Hunter were over.
He never promised her forever. He always told her they would end, when he said they would end. Hunter kept to his word. Harlow knew when the time came, it was going to break her heart. What she didn’t expect was how much it hurt.
She rubbed her chest. There was a lot of pain. She didn’t even know if she should feel grief for the baby that had already started to grow inside her. There hadn’t been enough time for her to even realize she was pregnant.
She did have a little fear of being pregnant. She hadn’t done a pregnancy test, nor made a doctor’s appointment. Instead, she had continued to have fun. Fun. There had been nothing fun about what they were experiencing together. Nothing fun at all.
At the sound of the door opening, Harlow was not surprised to see Hunter stepping into her room.
“Leave,” she said.
“Harlow?”
“No, you don’t get to Harlow me. You get to leave.”
“We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t. We’re over, remember? I’m not what you need. I’m not what you want.” She didn’t want to look at him. It hurt too much.
“You were pregnant.”
“If you want to try and accuse me of keeping it from you, go ahead. Try and do that, but I promise you, I didn’t keep shit from you. I didn’t even know.” She pressed her lips together and it was getting hard not to cry.
Hunter had hurt her. He’d broken her heart. He hadn’t even been bothered to do it face to face. He called her, like that made it easier. She wasn’t even worth an actual fucking visit from him.
“Please, get out.”
“Would you have kept it?” Hunter asked.
Now she looked at him, and it didn’t help the pain. No, it made it so much worse. Hunter had been having fun. Her crush. Her stupid, pathetic, irritating crush, hadn’t been quite so sweet. No, she had fallen in love with this asshole of an old man. That was what she needed to remember. Compared to her, Hunter was old, jaded, and cruel. She had to learn to hate him.
“That is none of your business, but even if I had, I’d have never allowed you near it, or me.”
She would have kept it. A baby would have been so precious to her. A memory of their time together, even though he had ended it so abruptly. She would have still loved it. Harlow didn’t even know if it was a boy or girl.
“Get out,” Harlow said.
“I need to know you’re okay.”
“You don’t get to need anything from me. Your time for needing anything is gone. Fuck off. If you don’t, I’ll call Security.”
“Your brother will want to know who the father is,” Hunter said.
“There is no father of anything. You don’t exist to me, now, get the fuck out of my room. Get out of my life. I will not say a word. This was between us, remains a secret, and I will take it to my fucking grave.”
She didn’t want anyone else to know what had happened. Her brother wanted to know who the father was, but it didn’t matter. There was no baby. There was no future. Even though she would have loved to see Hunter with a black eye, or hurting, at the same time she didn’t want to see him hurt. Harlow felt so fucking weak. She loved him.
Hunter stayed for a few seconds, and the pain was just getting to be too much.
It was over. Hunter had made his choice. That was the club, other women. Not her.
He spun on his heel and left. Harlow didn’t call him back.
She had hoped he would fall in love with her, that he’d be willing to face off against her brother, and they could both finally be together.
It was nothing more than a dream, one that would never come true.
Hunter didn’t want it.
She did.
They were over.
This was over.
And it hurt harder than she ever thought it would.
Chapter Twelve
“What do we know?” Smokey asked.
“Harlow went out of town. She said she needed a drive and ended up at this picnic place. It has a car park, and you know the drill. That is here,” Raven said, pointing her finger on the map.