Lucas’s pov.
“Pregnant?” My eyebrows squeezed together.
“Yes,” my father responded. “She’s two weeks gone.”
I looked at Brielle, hoping this was a twist misunderstanding, but she blushed shyly and rubbed her hand over her tummy.
How? What’s going on? I know I was drunk, but the night we had s*x , it was Emery’s face I saw and not Brielle.
What the hell is going on?
“Dad, please I want to speak to my fiance privately,” I requested. I need to know why she’s making a scene.
“She’s all yours, son.”
I took Brielle by the hand and led her to the room upstairs.
As the door clinked shut, I began, “Brielle…what the f**k?”
“I don’t remember having s*x with you?” I clenched my jaw.
“Come on, honey. You were drunk that night, remember!” She came closer to me, adjusted my tie and
