Pregnant After A One Night Stand With The Mafia

JASMINE'S POV

"Do you think he's gonna break up with me?" My voice breaks into another sob, and tears flood down my eyes anew.

Amelia, my foster sister, and best friend, pulls me into her arms, caressing my back. "I told you already, he won't. This is just another fight and soon, it'll be forgotten. Like all other fights you both have."

"Sure, but do other couples fight as much as Chad and I do? Before, it was once a month. Then it became once every week. But now, it's every day. And I can't help but feel he doesn't love me anymore…"

"Of course, he does. Why would you say that?"

"Because I can't help but feel he doesn't love me anymore. Am I ugly? Did I stop being beautiful?"

It's insane that I'm questioning my facial features as they are the best attributes I've got. And the attention from men that I get comes mainly because of my pretty face.

But Chad makes me feel rather ugly. It's like nothing about me fascinates him anymore. He makes me question my worth, and that stuff is killing me slowly. I can't take it anymore. I don't understand how we became such a sad couple. We used to be doting and happy. What the hell changed?

"You're a very beautiful woman, and you know that. So stop saying such nonsense and have a drink. Here." She passes me a glass of martini.

"I don't think drinking is gonna make me feel better." Even my wolf objects to me drinking, because I end up doing pretty stupid things. "Maybe we should just leave…"

"No, Jasmine. We're staying, c'mon." Amelia stops me from getting up. "You wanna leave and go do what? Go beg his egotist ass?"

"If that's gonna help."

"Stop being so easy. That's why he keeps making you cry. Just for tonight, play a little hard to get. Starve him of your attention. Stay here, let's have fun."

"I don't know…" I'm a little skeptical about staying here and drinking. But she's somewhat right. Whenever Chad and I have a fight, I'm always the one begging. Just for today, he should do the begging. I just hope I mean enough for him to come beg me.

"You're right. Let's drink and have fun." I agree with a smile. Amelia shrieks happily, and even more as I gulp down the glass of Martini.

She pours me another drink and another and another. The fifth one makes my eyes twirl crazily and I let out a wild belch.

Amelia laughs heartily, pinning for me to have my sixth drink. But I can't. Not when I'm beginning to feel badly weird.

"Amelia…I don't…I don't feel too well." My wolf seems to have gotten insanely hyped and my hormones have kicked up too.

I feel weirdly wet down my panties and I'm literally sniffing up the scent of every aroused guy in this nightclub. There's an insane need to grab one of the guys and force him to make out with me. Just to chill the burn in my system.

It's weird. It's unexplainable. Just a few minutes ago, I was too sad and the last thing on my mind was hooking up with a guy.

But right now, the dangerous thought lingers in my mind and I can't get it off.

"I wanna use the restroom. Be right back." Amelia says, as she stands, grabs her purse, and walks away.

I rest my thumping head on the bar counter. It doesn't help that I'm feeling highly tipsy. The music changes to a crazy pop beat and I find myself staggering off my stool.