Chapter 8
MY MOUTH DROPPED OPEN. I tried to push out the necessary words, but none came. I probably looked like an awkward fish, trying to gasp for air, after being forced out of the ocean.
How was I supposed to respond to that?
“Bella,” Christian said, worry evident in his tone. “Are you all right?”
I shook my head and tried again. “No f*****g way.”
My reply wasn’t exactly helpful, but it was the only thing I could offer right now.
Christian gaped at me. I wasn’t sure if it was because I had said a bad word in front of him or if it was because of his revelation about me being... I couldn’t even finish the thought.
Regardless, he pulled himself together much more quickly than I did. “That’s the only answer. That’s the only way any of this makes sense.”
“No,” I sputtered. I shook my
