by Janae Keyes
“Now Taylor, I’d take that as your invitation to leave and never come back. Nathaniel’s family would never accept your little bastard as their grandchild to carry their name. You don’t leave, and I will ruin everything you hold precious to you, all while marrying Nathaniel. Think about it Taylor.”
Miranda turned and walked away, leaving me stunned. A pit grew in my stomach. My hands filled with sweat, my breathing heavy and my head spinning. I rushed toward the doors. I craved the sweet feeling of the cool air on my face.
Stepping outside, my face was covered in tears and streaking makeup. I couldn’t go back inside. My only instinct was to run as Miranda had suggested. I wanted to run far away. I’d go home, pack my things and leave. Nate’s parents would never accept my child, and I already knew how Nate felt about a pregnancy. There was nothing left for me.
I sobbed into my hands. Miranda was exactly right. Weeks and months passed of Nate telling me that he’d handle it, he wasn’t going to marry her. Yet, he was still engaged, and he was going to meetings with wedding planners, Miranda was getting a designer gown. He hadn’t done shit. I was only strung along as the other woman.
“Taylor,” my named called, it was Nate’s voice. I swiveled around to see him not far from me. He immediately noticed I was crying and concern flashed on his face as he jogged to me. “Darling, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”
“You’re going to marry her, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Taylor, we can’t talk about that here,” Nate growled under his breath.
“We can never talk about it. You’re going to keep this going, and in March, you’ll marry her, and I will be kicked to the side like trash. You don’t intend to keep me around. I’m only around to pass your time because you don’t have the balls to stand up to your family and tell them that you don’t want to marry her.” My tears continued to flow.
“That’s not true,” he insisted, I shook my head.
“Then go on, tell your parents you’re fucking me. Grow a pair for once in your life!”
“I’m not having this conversation right now!”
“Whatever, I’m done. I’m fucking done with all of this. I can’t do it anymore. There is too much at stake for me and my future. You dragged me along, treated me like some Princess, for what? For your own personal pleasure. You don’t care about anyone, but yourself Nathaniel. You can have yourself because I won’t be around to entertain you anymore.” I walked away, Nate yelling after me, but like before, he never chased me. He wasn’t going to waste his time or breath with chasing me.
The conclusion was that Nate didn’t love me. Love would be defying what anyone said to be with the person you loved. Love would be showing me with positive actions, taking control of his life. He’d failed in every aspect. He didn’t love me. I was his pet, he kept me on a leash and reeled me in when needed. Those days were ending.
That was it. I’d no longer be his side chick. I was officially on my own. I searched around for Chris. I couldn’t find him, but I found the car, with the keys sitting in the ignition. I wasn’t licensed to drive in England, but I didn’t care, I couldn’t stay.
In the pouring rain, I left the gates of Buckingham Palace and pulled out into the street. My tears blurred my eyes, the rain coming down, obstructing my view of my surroundings.
I’d go home, move back in with my parents. I’d be a single mom. My parents would accept me and love me unconditionally, though I was back to being Taylor the loser. I’d fucked up my life; that was to be expected. Now I hadn’t just fucked up my own life, but the life of another human who hadn’t even taken its first breath. Back to living under my parent's roof and being the screw up with no future, I’d always been.
I drove onto a bridge, damn I’d gone in the wrong direction in my hysterics. I assumed it was Westminster Bridge. I lost traction. My heart flew in my throat. I turned the wheel in a panic, and I slammed on the breaks. The car spun. Out of the window, I saw something coming at me, a bus. I knew it was going to hit me.
My hands let the wheel go, and they went over my stomach. My life didn’t matter to me, the only life that mattered was my child. The only person who mattered was the little one growing in me. I closed my eyes awaiting the impact and there--.
Call to Action
Did you enjoy the story? Do you want more from Taylor, Nate, and myself?
Review on Amazon & Goodreads and let your voice be heard.
Thank yo so much for reading my series, it is a real labor of love for me and I appreciate all the support.
The story continues…
Book 3 - All Tied Up
Coming Soon
Acknowledgments
WOAH, book 2 done. That was a crazy ride, and I hoped you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Taylor and Nate are like fire and ice and hold a huge place in my heart. Though they are fictional, I’d like to thank them for giving me their story.
I want first to thank my readers. You keep the books coming. With all of your support, I feel like I’m actually doing something and getting my ideas into the world, to you. Thank you so much for your Facebook likes and book reviews. Remember, the best way to thank an indie author is to review.
Next, I’d like to thank my wonderfully kinky friends and fellow authors who have helped me so much in this series. Shannon Youngblood, my go-to girl (get her books TODAY!). I love you to pieces, thank you for being my friend and fellow author. Nicole Davis (aka. Deliaria Davis, get her books too!), you’ve been incredibly helpful, I’ve never been so thankful for someone with a dirty mind, HAHA.
As always, I want to thank my friends and family. My mom, stepdad, husband, daughter, and in-laws. You all have been my biggest supporters, and I appreciate all you do for me.
Courtney Cannon of Fiction-Atlas Author Services, I love you dearly, and I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. My friend, cover designer, and editor. You are a huge talent, and I love watching your business grow from that Broken Politics cover to the powerhouse you have under your belt now.
Lastly, I want to give a huge thanks to some of my biggest supporters. You’ve all become more than Beta Readers or “fans”, but dear friends of mine: Kizzy Hartsfield, Charmekia Johnson, Julie Hartsfield, Victoria Hall, Kayla Kirby (check out Kayla’s debut novel), Chelsea Jones, Brittany Smith, Tiffany Cordes, Via Fernandez, Rebekah Dodson (check out her books), and so many more that I’m afraid I missed!
Also, a huge thanks to BitchesNBooks, Shannon & Melissa are simply amazing!
Get ready for Book 3 - All Tied Up!
Love,
Janae
About the Author
Janae was born and raised in the California Bay Area. She grew up a very creative only child and has been writing for as long as she can remember.
Janae accidentally met her now husband online, and a whirlwind romance began because of their mutual love of Harry Potter. After dating long distance, Janae picked up her life in California and moved halfway around the world to Belgium to be with him, all in the life of a hopeless romantic.
When Janae isn’t chasing around her active toddler, she is working on new ideas and working to improve her craft. Janae is currently living in a suburb of Brussels, Belgium with her husband and daughter.
Stalk Janae on Social Media
@JanaeKeyesWrite
JanaeKeyesAuthor
www.JanaeKeyes.com
Also by Janae Keyes
Champagne Bubbles & Lipstick Stains
Broken Politics
Sleepless Fate
Decadence & Danger
One Wish: A Christmas Romance
scale(100%); -o-filter: grayscale(100%); -ms-filter: grayscale(100%); filter: grayscale(100%); " class="sharethis-inline-share-buttons">share