Allison's POV

“Stop saying I am pregnant, Rico. I am not.” I challenged him. I retreated from his penetrating stare, dropping back. “I am not pregnant.” I yelled at him.

There was still a long range of reasons to explain why I was suddenly overtaken by nausea and vomited and why my menstruation came late this month—damn hell, it comes late most times before. I couldn't be pregnant. Nature wouldn't play that cruel joke on me.

Rico's stare grew hotter, his eyes like pins pegged me to ...