by Jillian Dodd
Shelby throws herself into my arms and starts crying. I hold her and pat her back. “I had some spotting and cramping, but it’s better now. I think I may have overreacted. I was just so upset.”
“What happened?”
“I already told you, Riley. I was robbed.”
“Where were you?”
“I was hungry. For McDonalds. Specifically a Big Mac. I’ve been having these cravings,” she says, patting her stomach. I notice Ariela flinch. I’m shocked she came with me. But I love that she did. I’m hoping it means we can get through this together. That my having a baby with another woman won’t affect our relationship. That she will really love the baby.
“Why didn’t you call your butler and have it brought to you?”
“Because I felt like getting it myself. And I wanted some fresh air. So I went for a walk. When I was almost there, this guy jumped out from the side of a building and put a gun to my head and told me to give him my bag.”
“But you didn’t?”
“No! It was Fendi. Do you know how much you spent on it?” Ariela flinches again. I realize that I may not have mentioned all that has gone on with Shelby. “So he punched me in the stomach and took it.”
“Did you call the cops?”
“No. I didn’t have my phone with me. I left it here. I was only going to be gone for a minute.”
“Then what?” Ariela asks, her voice seeming to startle Shelby. Shelby glares at Ariela and sinks deeper into my arms.
“I was shook up. Came back here. Started having cramps. Got worried. Sat on the toilet, saw blood, and freaked out.”
“So you didn’t tell anyone you were robbed?” Ariela says, kind of bitchily.
“I was going to let the hotel know, but then I was bleeding and that became my priority. And obviously, since you are here and not in bed with Riley, he felt it was a priority too.” She starts sobbing again, pushing her face into my chest and trembling in my arms. “I’ve been through enough tonight, Riley. I don’t need some girl you are fucking around with to harass me.”
“I’m more than that,” Ariela states.
“Whatever,” Shelby replies with a wave of her hand. “I understand why he doesn’t want us to be exclusive. I told you the last time we met, I’m okay with sharing him.”
Ariela’s eyes get huge. This was a really bad idea. I never told her that Shelby and I have been hooking up. A lot.
Shelby starts crying again, not at all fazed by the subject. “And the bitch of it all is that I never even got my Big Mac! Or the fries!”
I know that I should explain everything to Ariela. That Shelby was here for me when I couldn’t deal with Ariela being back in my life. That she’s a hell of a distraction. Yeah, probably shouldn’t mention that.
Shelby looks up at me. She just looks so innocent. So young. I can’t help it. I need to take care of her.
I lift her chin up and smile. “Does it still sound good?”
“Yes,” she sniffles. “And a glass of wine, please. I need something to calm my nerves.”
“You’re not supposed to drink when you’re pregnant,” Ariela says. Why is she being such a bitch? Maybe because she’s pissed at me now. So much for our relationship being all that matters.
“Looks like you’ve already had some,” Ariela says, picking an open bottle off the table.
“Not that it’s any of your business,” Shelby says, “but I haven’t drank any of that.” She pats her stomach. “I care too much about me and Riley’s little one.”
“Then who did?” Ariela snaps back.
Shelby gives Ariela a curt smile. She’s trying to be nice. Ariela, on the other hand, is being a real bitch, and I’m disappointed in how she’s treating Shelby. I thought she was worried about my baby. I didn’t expect her to come here and pick a fight. Be all judgmental.
“I had a friend over the other night,” Shelby states. And I find myself feeling jealous, knowing it was probably another man.
I pour her a small amount of wine and hand it to her. “I’m going to see about getting you that burger.”
“Thanks, Riley,” she says, planting a grateful kiss straight on my lips.
I can’t even look at Ariela as I pick up the phone and make a call.
Shelby’s Bungalow - Sunset Boulevard
SHELBY
I thought Riley would come here. But, truth, never in a million years did I think he’d bring the preppy bitch with him. I take a few moments to size her up. She’s pretty. Skinny. Has no boobs. They obviously had some sort of emotional bond. But she hurt him. Broke him. And I am going to be the woman who puts Riley Johnson back together.
She’s smiling and pretending to be happy, but her jaw is set tight. So I know she’s not.
Which is good. Hopefully I interrupted their night. Because I can tell just by looking at her. There’s no way she fucks Riley the way I do.
And then it hits me. The next step in my plan. I need to get rid of her. Get Riley to hold me close. Then I need for us to make love. To have an emotional connection through sex. That’s what he needs. It’s what he doesn’t get from all the girls he fucks.
I’ll be honest, this is something I’ve never experienced. Sex, for me, has always been a means to an end—money, a place to stay, or just straight-up pleasure. Being with Bam was the closest I’ve ever come to experiencing something like that. Juan Fabio Martinez was passionate and a gentlemen. His accent alone would have made me wet—but I also loved the way wealth and class practically oozed out of him. It was a night I will never forget, and I will admit that I was hoping he would extend his trip so that he could see me again tonight—especially after I did an internet search on him. He’s got more money than Riley, a fleet of Ferraris, and plays polo professionally.
But, alas, here I am with Riley instead. It’s funny, kind of. A few days ago, I thought Riley was the ultimate prize. The big jackpot. After last night, he seems like second place. Amazing how quickly you can get accustomed to a life like this.
I think back to my shitty apartment, slide my hand down my designer clothes to remind myself just how far I’ve come then focus my attention to the task at hand.
Get rid of Ariela.
Make love to Riley.
He’s being really sweet to me tonight. And I can tell Ariela’s snotty attitude is irritating him. She probably made him bring her. I can’t imagine how awkward it must be for him. I’m also feeling a little swoony. I can’t believe he’s on the phone getting me a cheeseburger. Now’s probably not the time to mention I never eat food from there. Can’t do that and keep my rocking bod.
I walk over to where Ariela is standing, pretending to need to take a seat on the couch.
“I’m going to sit. It’s been an exhausting night,” I say, wondering if she will reply.
“I’m sure it was,” she replies dryly.
“So you’re the one who broke his heart, huh?”
“Yeah, a long time ago. But I’m fixing that now.”
“Not if I have anything to say about it,” I say under my breath. I know she heard me, though, based on the look on her face.
Riley sits on the couch between us, and I immediately snuggle up to him while the preppy bitch sits rigid with her hands in her lap.
“Riley, will you stay with me tonight, please?” I coo.
“Since you’re okay, I should probably take Ariela home.”
“I’m fine with you taking her home as long as you come back. Please don’t make me stay alone tonight.” I breathe heavy like I’m going to cry. I may even have to. “I’m so emotional.”
“You were in a scary situation, not to mention the fact that you thought you were losing the baby.” He touches my face gently. He really can be sweet. “Anyone would be feeling emotional.”
“I’ve been on my own for a long time, Riley. I always take care of myself, but tonight,” my voice falters. “I just don’t want to be alone.”
“Ariela and I can stay.”
“Riley.”
“What?”
“Look, I have no desire to sleep with you tonight. What I need is for you to lie in bed with me and hold me. Just hold me, Riley. It’s one thing to invite her in for sex, but this isn’t like that—you know what, never mind. Go home. I’ll be fine alone. I always am.” I turn my head away from him and start to cry silently, my body shaking.
He pulls me back into his arms while I sob. But even though I’m allowing him to hold me, I’m being stiff. Letting him know that I’ve backed away emotionally. Because I know that will upset him.
Do I feel guilty for manipulating him?
A little. But this Ariela chick had her chance. It’s my turn.
He rubs my back, trying to comfort me. “Shh. It will be okay.”
I break free of his hold. “No, it won’t be, Riley. I thought I could do this, but I can’t. I can’t do this two women thing. I knew you were with her this weekend. And I’m fine with you having sex with her. But bringing her here was wrong. She’s being a bitch to me, and if that’s what our future looks like together, I don’t want any part of it. I spoke to my mom today, and she’s gotten her life together. I’m going to go live with her. She’ll help me raise the baby.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I don’t want you in the baby’s life, Riley,” I reply coldly. “I’ll do it myself. Without you. Without your money.”
“Shelby, I don’t want that.”
“Well, you don’t have a choice. Right now, before the baby is even born, you’re choosing her over us. Go, be with her. Be happy. We won’t mess up your life.” I suck in a deep breath. “Seriously, go. Get the fuck out of here.”
But he just sits there. And so does she.
Then the doorbell rings.
I answer the door and pick through the food, pretending to be so upset that I’ve lost my appetite. When Riley still doesn’t say anything, I decide to force the issue. I slam the burger down on the table and march into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me.
I hear the bitch say, “Riley, let’s just go. It’s late. We’re all tired. She’s fine. ”
“No, she’s not,” he says. “But you’re right. You should get some sleep.”
I hear the door to the bungalow close and instantly panic. What went wrong? Did he seriously just walk out without saying goodbye?
About ten minutes later, the door opens again. He still has his key.
Nice. I hop into bed and try to look pathetic.
He slips into the bedroom and sits on the bed with me. “I sent Ariela home. I’m really sorry, Shelby. Bringing her was a bad idea. She told me she could handle it. I didn’t have time to think it all through. I just knew I needed to get here to you.”
“Do you love her?”
“I don’t know,” he says, rubbing his face, looking stressed. “I loved her. She left me. Honestly, I haven’t loved anyone since her. About a month ago, she came to town looking for me. She’s married.”
My eyes widen, shocked that she’s acting like she owns Riley when she’s married to someone else.
“I know,” he says, upon seeing my surprise. “But she’s filed for a divorce. She’s not going back. She says she wants to be with me. That we belong together after all these years. That she loves me.”
I know exactly how he feels. I’ve been fucked over by more guys than I can count. I reach out and take his hand. “I know how you feel, Riley. You don’t trust her. Don’t trust she won’t throw you away again. And that’s not very good for a relationship.”
“She also said she could handle the fact that we’re having a baby together. That she would love it. Shelby, I don’t want you to move away. Please don’t. I said I’d be here for you and I meant it. I proved it tonight. For God’s sake, we were right in the middle of—”
He doesn’t finish his sentence. He doesn’t have to. “I’m sorry I ruined your night, Riley,” I lie. Because holy shit. They were right in the middle of doing it and he stopped? For me? That’s so fucking awesome.
“It’s okay. How are you feeling? Should I call a doctor?”
“No, honestly, if I was going to have a miscarriage, there isn’t much we could do to stop it. Why don’t you take off your coat and lie down. I’m exhausted.”
When he gets up and takes off his tie, I can’t help feeling a little horny. But I can’t do that with him tonight. In the morning, yes, for sure, but not tonight. I’m supposed to be traumatized.
“You look really handsome in a tuxedo, Riley,” I tell him. “It reminds me of the premieres we went to. I kind of wish we could go to one again sometime. I look so different now.”
“You’re beautiful,” he tells me, stripping down to his boxer briefs. “Do you want to change out of your clothes into something more comfortable?”
“Yeah, I probably should.” I get up and strip off my clothes in front of him. Normally, I would make a show of it, and he knows it. So I have to make sure to pretend like I’m going through the motions. That I’m exhausted when I’m really feeling happy about the night’s events. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don’t turn around and look at him. But I do stick my naked ass out when I bend over to get a pair of baggy sweat pants and a tank out of the bottom dresser drawer. I pull on the pants, letting them ride low on my hips and turn around to face him as I’m pulling the tank over my boobs. The boobs that he loves.
He gets up and rushes toward me. For a moment, I think he’s going to attack me, throw me on the dresser and fuck me. Which I am all for. But instead his hand goes to my belly. “You have a little bump. It’s kind of amazing.”
I immediately suck it in. “I think I’m just bloated,” I say, trying to cover the fact that I am a little further along than he realizes.
“Don’t suck it in. It’s beautiful, really. Just think, something we made is in there,” he says in awe. “I have to admit, I’ve sort of just been trying to do the right thing since you told me you were pregnant.” His voice catches. “When you called and told me that you thought you were having a miscarriage, had you asked me a few weeks ago, I thought I would have been happy, but I wasn’t. I was upset. I don’t want to lose our baby, Shelby.”
And that, my friends, is music to my ears. I kiss Riley gently on the lips then pull him on the bed and snuggle up with him.
Oh, Ariela. You’re so going down.
And it won’t be on Riley.
Sunday, October 19th
Asher Vineyards — Sonoma County
KEATYN
“I can’t believe you told everyone not only that we are pregnant, but that we are having triplets. It’s so early, Aiden. Multiples can cause a whole host of issues.”
“You’re going to be fine and our babies are going to be perfect, just like their mommy.”
“Vanessa is sending out the press release today about our wedding. Do you think we should say anything? Word’s going to get out.”
“So, let it. When you are comfortable announcing it, we will. And not until then. You’re only nine weeks. I think we should wait awhile.”
“Maybe until I’m done filming. That will be right before Christmas. I’d be over four months then.”
“You shouldn’t even be worrying about this right now. It’s your first official day as Mrs. Arrington.”
“Speaking of that, Mrs. Arrington still doesn’t know where she’s going on her honeymoon.”
“We’re going to a place that means a lot to us.”
“We have a lot of places we love.”
“Okay, then. I thought we should start our married life by making a wish together.”
“We’re going to St. Croix?! Really? Ohmigawd, I get to have Inga’s waffles!”
“And you get to have me.”
“Mhm. That sounds good, too. But you said we are going more than one place. We don’t get to stay in St. Croix the whole time?”
“Just a week. Then we’re going to London, so I can show you the house I bought there. I want you to get comfortable and settled b
efore you start working again.”
“That’s a good idea although, somehow, I bet you already have everything I need. Any chance Marvel will be joining us? If not, I may have to steal Inga.”
He pats my stomach, actually, it’s kind of a little bump. “I promise to keep you sated in every way possible. And, I thought we’d end the honeymoon with some time in Paris.”
I sigh. “That sounds amazing, Aiden.”
“I considered going to a resort, but—”
“This will be way better,” I tell him. “I suppose we should get up and get ready for the party. Do you think there’s any wedding cake left? I’m really hungry.”
“You don’t move. I’ll be back in a jiffy with our breakfast.”
“Um, is our breakfast going to include cake?”
“Marvel is making you his homemade caramel rolls this morning, along with fruit, bacon, and sautéed potatoes.”
“Oh, okay,” I say, trying not to sound disappointed. It’s obvious that he planned this all out with Marvel in advance.
I get up to pee then brush my teeth and put on a silky robe. I look at myself in the mirror. I’ve had so many happy moments with Aiden, but I’m pretty sure watching his reaction when I told him we are having triplets topped them all. I can’t believe he got me a Ferris wheel. He’s going to be such a great dad. “You’re lucky,” I say to my stomach.
“Who’s lucky?” Aiden asks, causing me to jump. “And I thought I told you to stay in bed.”
“I needed to make sure I look presentable for my new husband,” I tease.
He takes my hand and leads me back to our bedroom. There are domed trays on the table in front of the window overlooking our property and out to the ocean beyond.
He pulls out my chair as I sit down then he takes a dome off the plate in front of me, revealing a huge wedge of chocolate ganache wedding cake. “A piece offering,” he teases before revealing the rest of our breakfast.