"Pregnant?" I asked staring at him, I took a snif and he smelled like a----- Rogue! But there was something else, a sweet scent of cinnamon, it smelled so nice that I was close to leaning in and taking in his scent.
I carefully looked at him and he didn't seem like those dirty rogues that I've heard about, he looked -- clean -- too clean to be a rogue.
"You are pregnant! Why?!" He questioned while I took a step back wondering why he was questioning me.
He didn't even know me and who even told him I was pregnant?!
"Who are you?" I asked getting ready to either fight or run.
"It doesn't matter. I f*****g can't believe this! You were suppose to wait for me!" he growled stalking towards me holding my hand painfully hard and pulling me to his chest.
I took in a sharp breath fear gripping
