Pregnant For My Bully
"Well, I, um, I feel a little, um, sick. . .?"
He glared at me suspiciously. "Sick? Since when?"
"Well, it was, um, yester-last night, I mean."
I intertwined my fingers behind me cursing internally.
I'd never been a good liar. But the last thing I wanted was for Benson to worry about me. Surely, he had more important things to do than worry about a lost cause.
Benson folded his arms across his chest. "So, being sick makes you jump outta your skin when someone touches you?"
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