Lucas’s pov. “Pregnant?” My eyebrows squeezed together. “Yes,” my father responded. “She’s two weeks gone.” I looked at Brielle, hoping this was a twist misunderstanding, but she blushed shyly and rubbed her hand over her tummy. How? What’s going on? I know I was drunk, but the night we had sex , it was Emery’s face I saw and not Brielle. What the hell is going on? “Dad, please I want to speak to my fiance privately,” I requested. I need to know why she’s making a scene. “She’s all yours, son.” I took Brielle by the hand and led her to the room upstairs. As the door clinked shut, I began, “Brielle…what the fuck?” “I don’t remember having sex with you?” I clenched my jaw. “Come on, honey. You were drunk that night, remember!” She came closer to me, adjusted my tie and dusted my shoulders. Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!What would Emery think now? How do I make her understand?“Drunk!” “Yeah, the engagement night,” she emphasized. “It was intense,” she chuckled. I was trying to
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