Nicholas
The wind chapped my bare knuckles as I wove my motorcycle through the winding roads, but I hardly felt it. All I could think about was her.
Not Anna, the woman I had had a one night stand with more than seven months ago.
But Kayla.
If it was true, if Anna really was going to have my baby, then I wouldn’t back down from ensuring that both mother and child were completely taken care of. I would happily pay child support, ensure that the baby had everything he or she ever needed, that the mother wouldn’t have to work another day in her life.
But I had no intention of marrying Anna, or anything of that sort. She was just a casual drunken fling from a bar that had resulted in a child, nothing more. Seeing her again today, her belly swollen with a baby inside, didn’t
