Despite my slutty reputation, I was technically a virgin at eighteen. The faint positive on a budget pregnancy test sent me spinning occasions before get together my sister’s snooty new fiance.

Shaking hands with upper-crusty James was like downing a triple shot of vodka. Dizzy with desire, confused by my body’s response, and shocked with the possessiveness flashing in his eyes, I deceived him that night time and informed the globe at their wedding reception.

The reality? I slept with my sister’s fiance. Hot and sweaty, forever long in a room so dark he couldn’t inform I wasn’t her. The lay? Said fiance is the dad of my child. The one I agreed upon over my rights to right before he was born.

That was seven years back. It is time to come clean.

Contains mature themes.