Chapter 75

"Yeah, hi." She huffed back, clearly not happy to be standing here talking to me. My eyes bulged out of my head when I caught her hand flicker to her stomach - which I just now happened to notice was large and protruding. "Look, I know I said I never wanted to see you again, and I still stand by that statement, but we need to talk." She asserted when I had yet to reply. I wordlessly stepped back so that she could squeeze into my apartment, feeling her engorged belly graze against my lower stomach as she did. I made a move to close the door, but someone hollered for me to keep it open. "Hey Brock, how you doing man?" The familiar teen asked, flashing me a smile full of metal. I'd been seeing Nolan at least once a week, if not more, for the past two years now. The poor fucker had some of the worst acne I'd ever seen, and his voice cracked every time he talked, but I kept telling him that when he got older he'd be a stud. I wasn't so sure if I believ