Free Expecting the Playboy's Baby by Sam Crescent Page B

her body against his. His cock deflated. She was all skin and bones. When had he found that a turn-on?
    “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call my wife names.”
    “Future wife now? I didn’t know it was getting to that stage.”
    He looked back in the direction of the stairs and was shocked to see Linda and Jennifer walking down the stairs. Her eyes were red, and the make-up she’d been wearing was wiped clean. She looked refreshed and beautiful. Jennifer took his breath away.
    Jennifer glanced over at them and then moved out to the garden. He pushed the blonde away from him and went in search of Jennifer.
    You’ve fucked up. Why are you fucking it up with her? You love her, Patrick.
    She was standing in the gazebo area. Linda stopped in front of him. “Why are you being a prick? She’s trying to make this work because you demanded it from her. You’re an asshole.” She shoved him as she walked past.
    He moved up to the gazebo.
    “What’s the matter, babe?” he asked.
    She turned on him. Her arms folded over her chest. “What the hell are you doing?”
    Patrick stood and lost the drunken persona. He hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol, and she saw through his act.
    “You’re putting on a show?”
    He didn’t say a word.
    “If you wanted to be an actor why don’t you go out and try it?”
    She spun turning her back on him. Patrick moved up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
    “Don’t touch me. I don’t want you near me right now,” she said.
    He kept his hold on her waist. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he said.
    “You’re a grown man, Patrick. Stop behaving like a teenager.” She pulled out of his hold. “I want you to remember that it was you that asked me to move here. You wanted to be part of this baby’s life. I was content to do it all myself. Don’t start treating me like I landed this in your lap and you’re trying to deal with it.”
    She stormed away. Patrick took large gulps of fresh air. He needed to clear his mind. He stood overlooking the garden when he heard several girls laughing.
    “Did you see the way she looked? I can’t believe the bitch has snagged him.”
    “Snagged him? The only thing appealing about her is the bank balance she comes with. Her brother is one hot guy. I’d fuck him if the chance ever arose.”
    Patrick looked toward the sound.
    “Do you really think Patrick will marry her?”
    “Who knows? I never thought he’d get a girl pregnant. I sure tried to make him forget a condom. The fucker never did.”
    He felt sick to his stomach that he’d ever touched one of the girls. Shaking his head, he made his way inside. Looking at his space and seeing Jennifer sitting on the sofa with her feet curled up underneath her made him lose what little control he had.
    “Get the fuck out of my house.” He yelled the words for everyone to hear.
    They froze, and the music stopped as he cursed.
    “What’s going on?” one person asked.
    “Get out. This party was a mistake. Get the fuck out.”
    All of his guests started to filter out of the front door. He didn’t care if the news hit the morning papers. The only thing on his mind was getting them out of his door. He was losing his mind where Jennifer was concerned.
    When they all filed out he stared at Jennifer. She didn’t look at him.
    “I’m sorry,” he said.
    She turned in her seat to look at him.
    “Do you want me to go?” she asked.
    Linda left them alone. He sat down where her friend had been seated seconds before. Reaching for her hand, Patrick was startled when she pulled away.
    “I’ve been an asshole,” he said. “I don’t want you to go.”
    Jennifer stood without speaking to him.
    “Don’t walk away.” He took her hand in his. Her palm was sweaty. He stood, cupping her cheek and staring down into her eyes. “I’m not used to this. I lost control.”
    “I didn’t force this on you, Patrick. You don’t have to start being different because of me. I’m having this