Sandra’s POV.
“What do you mean you're pregnant?” Tyson snatched his hand from me, scorning at me.
“Whatever plot this is, Sandra, give it up, I want nothing to do with you and this isn't one of this times that you would try to pin things on me, I won't allow it.”
I watched how disorganized he turned. The ever so majestic and poise Tyson violently searched for what I wasn't sure if, running his hands through his thighs and then his hair.
“You know what?” He stopped.
“You want a DNA test?”
“Get out.”
“These aren't exactly the words I was thinking I would get from you. Do you think your mother and father would appreciate it if I told them what you just told me right now?”
The look Tyson gave to me showed he was few seconds away from snapping at me, with a forward lean, I blew him a
