I hid my pregnancy for 9 months, but my secret’s out now!
We all have that friend—the one who can convince us to do anything. The one who gets away with everything.
I’m not that friend.
I’m the friend who lets my bestie convince me to go to a sex club, relax my better judgment for one night, hook up with three guys, and end up pregnant.
I’m also the type of person who’s determined to find the baby’s father, or three, and let them know I’m carrying a child from our fling. Correction…I am that type of person until I find out baby daddy, whichever one he is, belongs to the Bratva.
The silver lining…we didn’t exchange numbers.
The thundercloud on my horizon…I gave them the best night of their lives and they’re looking for me.