Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

no, no. No way. I am not pregnant.”
“Probably not, but let’s make sure.”
He’s too calm. My entire being is flooded with utter panic, but he’s discussing this like it’s not
the most fucked up possibility in the whole world.
I can’t be pregnant.
I can’t.
I only met him… how many weeks has it been? I try to think, but I come up with too many. That
can’t be right. My period comes pretty regularly, every 26 to 28 days. I haven’t had one since before I
met him. Should I have had one by now?
“I need my phone,” I tell him. “I need to check—what’s the date? When was Charity’s fucking
wedding? I can’t think.”
“Calm down.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” I snap. “You’ve cut me off from the world and I don’t even know
what day it is!”
I hear him rip back the comforter as I make a beeline out of the room. I don’t head for the
bathroom. I head down the hall, through the living room, and go to Calvin’s office where I know my
phone is stashed.
I’m not sure what my obsession with the phone is. I haven’t really minded not having it these past
few days, it just feels like if I can get my hands on my phone, I can get my hands on my life and make
sure I’ve only known him for a handful of days, and definitely not enough days to be pregnant and
showing symptoms.
My god, if I’m pregnant, that might mean… would that mean it happened that night in the
dungeon?
No. Nope, that cannot possibly be the case.
“There is no benefit whatsoever to making yourself so upset,” Calvin says, walking through the
doorway and stopping just inside the room.
He’s not naked anymore, he’s wearing a pair of black sweats slung low on his hips. His Adonis
belt is visible, something my idiotic body feels compelled to notice, but my brain is in full-on panic
mode and convinced my phone is the answer to all life’s problems.
“I need my phone.”
He doesn’t move to unlock his desk drawer. Doesn’t move at all, just crosses his muscular arms
over his broad chest and stares at me.
I feel like I’m going to be sick again, but this time I think it’s just worry.