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“Here,” Elijah handed me a glass of scotch. After our discussion in my bedroom, we headed down to one of the living rooms, which conveniently had a bar, and decided to have a drink.
“s**t! No!” I exclaimed as Elijah swiftly snatched the glass from my grasp before I could even take a sip.
“Eh? Excuse me?!” I protested.
“Nothing for the pregnant female,” he remarked.
“Shh! Would you not say that out loud?” I hissed at him as we settled into our seats at the bar.
He just shrugged, downing both glasses. “It’s true.”
“I haven’t had it confirmed,” I informed him as he poured himself another glass. I could certainly use one myself, but I knew he wouldn’t indulge me as long as he believed I was pregnant. Just great…
“It was consensual,” I stated.
He glanced at me out of the corne
