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EMILY'S POV.

"What do you expect me to say?" I asked, as she continued to look at me.

"I just said I like Lucas." She replied, looking at me like it ought to ring a bell in my head.

"And what does your liking Lucas have to do with me? Is it any of my business? Do you need my consent to like him? Tell him if you like him, not me. I'm going inside. I don't feel too good." I snapped, turning around and leaving her standing by the pool.

I hadn't meant to be annoyed, but how could I help it? I was in such a fix that I could not help myself. 'Stuck' was the word for me. The only thing I could do if I wanted to keep myself out of danger was try to sleep with John again, which was impossible.

There was no way I could stoop myself that low to sleep with him, or pretend he owned the child. It meant I just had to deal with whatever was going to come my way, and that alone was an headache.