Alex hung his head. That was answer enough. "Then you understand why I have to break it off with you."
Jordan stood up abruptly, his blue eyes flashing, his hands fisted at his sides. "No, I don't understand. We have a good thing going, and you're throwing it away for nothing."
His voice was almost a growl, and I took a step back. Never had I ever heard a man's voice sound like that, a deep, barking growl. He sounded like an animal.
Regret flashed over his expression just before he looked away, but I was done. It was time for the conversation to be finished.
With my back straight and face determined, I pointed to the door. "We are done. Please, both of you leave."
Alex stood up, looking at me with a mixture of hurt and anger. My throat went dry and my eyes filled with tears. God, I loved them, anger and all. I didn't want to hurt either of them, but it would be better if they just left.
Jordan began to stalk to the door, but stopped abruptly. He was staring toward the kitchen. I followed his gaze, then cursed softly.
Boxes, packed full, were sitting on the table, clearly visible through the archway. I sighed heavily. Shit! This is getting better and better.
Jordan and Alex stared down at me, fire in their eyes. "What in the hell is that?" Alex asked.
I stood straight and lifted my chin. "Boxes. I'm packing.
"Explain," Jordan barked.
With my hands planted on my hips, I glared at him. "First off, don't talk to me like that. And second, I don't have to tell you shit."
Nevertheless, I did feel like they should know. When both men continued to glare, I gave an explanation.
"It's going to be a bit awkward now that we have broken up, so I’m moving out. There’s no sense in making each other's lives miserable. It would be best if we don't have to see each other every day."
"No," Jordan said.
"What?" I asked, incredulous that he felt he could make such demands.
"No, you are not moving out, and this conversation is not over." He pointed down at the floor as he spoke. "This isn't over. When you have calmed down, we'll talk again."
My mouth dropped open. My mind whirled with rage at his highhanded behavior. Then my shoulders slumped. He was not going to walk away, and I needed to get out of there. With my head down, I took a deep breath.
I felt my eyes shoot sparks, as I looked back up at Jordan. "You are one sorry, stubborn, arrogant, son of a…"
"Don't," Alex interrupted. "Don't say anything you’ll regret later, Sam.”
I knew he was right, but I was past caring. The way Jordan completely discounted my feelings, hurt me more than I had expected. I didn’t care at that point if what I said caused him any grief.
"Fine, you want a better explanation than how I feel." I nodded "I get that. You don't give a shit. I get that too. And there is a better reason,” I pointed an accusing finger towards him, “but you are not going to like it, so I suggest you take my advice and leave now."
My hand dropped to my side, as Jordan crossed his arms and planted his feet. He stared me down, obviously not ready to leave, and by the looks of it, neither was Alex. His expression was such a mix of emotions, I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
Deciding on shock value, I skipped all finesse and just blurted out my secret. "I'm pregnant."
The silence was thick, as both men continued to glare at me. It felt like forever, but in reality it was for all of two seconds before Jordan exploded. His face lost the stone like quality I hated and his eyes blazed. It was exactly as I’d expected.
"How in the hell did that happen?" He all but yelled.
I rolled my eyes at the obvious.
His jaw clenched. "You know what I mean, Sam." Before I could answer, his eyes widened. "You said you were on birth control. Did you do this on purpose?"
My mouth dropped open. "Are you serious?"
"Well, you just admitted to wanting more from our relationship. Maybe this was your way of getting that. Our deal was no children. You knew that." This time it was his finger pointing at me.
I looked at Jordan in disbelief. His expression was so full of hatred I wanted to sob. Did he not know that accidents happened? Birth control wasn’t one hundred percent. Instead of thinking logically, he blamed me for something it took two people, no make that three people, to do.
I looked over at Alex and almost collapsed at the suspicion written all over his face. I stared at him, showing every bit of pain I felt, until he finally turned away.
In all my wildest dreams, I would have never thought our friendship would end in such a disgusting way. I knew my love for them was one sided, and I’d accepted that, but to see what they really thought of me… To know how little they cared, was excruciating. At that moment, my body and mind began to go numb. I didn’t want to feel anymore, I just wanted them gone.
"Yeah," I croaked, my voice dull, but full of sarcasm. "I planned it all. I mean, it's every woman's dream to get pregnant by two men who don't care about her."