CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
“How the f**k did you get pregnant?” Seven marched around his parlor twenty minutes later.
“Oh, I don’t know.” Holly rolled her eyes, sitting on the lavender ottoman underneath the chandelier. “Maybe f*****g you had something to do with it.”
“You’re on the pill and we use rubbers.”
“The pill’s not foolproof and we don’t always use rubbers.” She stuck her finger in the air, raising an eyebrow. “You’re always whining about the polyurethane ones give you a rash and I’m allergic to latex.”
Seven plopped into the white accent chair, gripping the arms. “It’s my fault?”
“It’s not anyone’s fault.” She closed her eyes. “We had s*x, and I got pregnant, it happens.”
He leaned forward with his head low, letting out a light chuckle. “You’re full of shit.”
“What?” She wiggle
