Zachary's POV
My breathing slowed as the waves of satisfaction subsided. I groaned, pulling away from her motionless body, sticky with my release. Shame clawed at the edges of my thoughts as I stumbled toward the bathroom, needing to escape the mess I'd made.
The fluorescent light buzzed faintly as I turned the faucet on, splashing cold water onto my face. The realization hit me like a freight train—I'd forgotten protection. What the hell had possessed me to do this? My reflection stared back, mocking me, a mixture of disgust and frustration etched in my features.
She’s pregnant with another man’s child. And yet, she’s still here, under my roof. The thought curdled in my stomach like spoiled milk.
“I can’t f*****g raise another man’s child!” The growl tore out of me before I could stop
