Chapter Thirty Eight.

He shoots up out of his seat, chuckling as he looks down at me. "Funny!" He exclaims.

Standing, I grab the picture off the table and I hold it out towards him. "Take a look, Aydem." I plea. 

The sound of his laughter quickly fades, the look of amusement on his face, diminishes and a look of irritation masks his handsome face. 

"I don't need to look at the photo because I," he hits his open hand against his chest. "know he isn't mine. Look, it's basic knowledge that you can't fall pregnant just by kissing and it takes roughly around 40weeks for you to give birth, Mila." He grounds out as he combs his tousled hair with his fingers. "We've never fuc-"

"You're wrong!" I cut him off. "I'm the one night stand that stole your white shirt."

He scoffs, "There have been many women who have stolen my clothes." He lazily shrugs his shoulder as he continues to refuse to believe me.

I glare at him, " You're still a cocky bastard!" I growl