Read Mad Addiction (Crazy Beautiful #2) for Free Online Page B

and pats my stomach playfully. “Aww, you’re already growing a bump!”
    I swat her hand away. “No, it’s just a blump.” I slink down in one of her kitchen chairs. “It’s only been a few weeks and I already feel like a bloated cow.”
    “What did the doctor say?”
    “Beats me. My first appointment is in two weeks.”
    Kinsley sits in her own chair across from me, looking eager as she rests her chin in her hands.
    I mimic her pose, looking a little less thrilled. “Ugh, what am I going to do, Kins?”
    “Live happily ever after?” She raises an eyebrow and smirks playfully.
    I roll my eyes. “Yeah, except for one minor detail.”
    “What’s that?”
    “Um, the fact that Ryan is not exactly Prince Charming?” I lean back, crossing my arms over my chest.
    Kinsley questions, “Are you sure about that? Seems to me like it might be fate . . .”
    The word fate makes my stomach roll. “No, this is fate’s way of telling me to go screw myself. In fact, if I had stuck to that I wouldn’t be in this mess to begin with.”
    Kinsley smiles suggestively. “I dunno, Kell. I always thought there was something between you two.”
    I eye her, unamused. “I liked you better when you were cynical.”
    Kinsley laughs before getting up to put water in the teakettle. Once she fills it and adjusts the knob on the stovetop, she turns back to face me. “In all seriousness, did you talk to Ryan? What did he say?”
    “I told him I didn’t expect anything from him, but he said he wants to help. I’m just not sure what that means. We had an agreement that it was only going to be one night together. I don’t think we should let it go beyond that.”
    Kinsley rests her hands on the counter behind her. “I don’t think you really have a choice at this point. Like it or not you’ll always be connected to him now. I mean it’s not like you can expect to never see him again.”
    I know Kinsley is right, but I like pretending this can be simple. The fact remains Ryan Blake is not some complete stranger I can ignore. When word gets out he’s the father, I don’t know that I can take people thinking I am just another notch in his belt . . . one that was stupid enough to get herself knocked up by a man who told her the deal up front. One night, and one night only. Meaningless sex and nothing more. God, I’ll seem like a complete idiot. I can kiss Mr. Right goodbye forever . . . nobody will want me now.
    “Look, I don’t know what I’m going to do about it, but promise me you won’t say anything? I mean it, Kins, you can’t even tell Luc. I need to figure out what I’m going to do, first.”
    Kinsley pours some of the now boiling water into a mug and sets it in front of me. “I promise, but sooner or later it’s going to have to come out.”
    I twist the paper at the end of the tea bag in my fingers. I know she’s talking about the secret and the not the actual baby, but I respond with, “I know, but hopefully in nine months I’ll have a better plan.”

    Eight Weeks
    Ryan and I pull up to the Women’s Health Center at 9:50 am. My appointment is at 10, and Ryan showed up at my doorstep at 9:30. Our conversation went a little something like this:
    Me: *irked* “I thought I told you to meet me at the clinic?”
    Ryan: *shrugs* “I decided to drive you.”
    Me: *hands on my hips* “You know I’m perfectly capable of doing this myself.”
    Ryan: *cocky, amused smirk* “I know.”
    And then he held open the passenger door to his truck as if there was no point arguing. Polite jerk.
    I’m confused enough about our relationship . . . or lack of one . . . without him pretending to care. It doesn’t help I am feeling extra anxious today, which translates to me being extra bitchy. Ryan and I haven’t seen each other much the past couple weeks, even though he checks on me via text. When he asks how I’m feeling I want to scream at the phone “What do you care?!” but I actually find it incredibly sweet, so I end up