Imagines/oneshots Book 1

61. Jack Thompson* - good business

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This doesn't necessarily go with the last jack one-shot I made but if you are here after reading that one it would take place a little less than two years after that happened. If not this is a stand alone one shot and is wild af. But enjoy none the less. the end is kind of short and just cuts off but thats alright i think it still ends fairly alright.

* - I never intend on ending up here but sometimes it just happens. Oops. At least with where we left off on the last jack one shot we get a little more action out of the man ;)

Song: kiwi by Harry styles
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I stumbled forward, my feet dragging slowly. I had an empty bottle in one hand and my high heels dangling from the other. When I reached the end of the hall I leaned against the wall and hiccuped. My fiance walked out of the kitchen to look at me.

"Are you drunk?"

I let out a loud laugh and waved my hand at him, letting my heels fly forward. I looked down at them sitting between us and sighed, a small smile playing on my lips.

"Of course not, I just, uh..."

I brought the bottle to my face and stared at it as if examining it.

"Yeah, maybe."

I shrugged my shoulders before letting go of the bottle, letting it smash against the hard wood beneath me. He gaped at me with an open mouth as I made my way to the vacant couch. I plopped down with a loud thud, the couch screeching lightly signifying that I pushed it with my body. I stared at the wall ahead of me with dazed eyes. He walked to me and looked at me like I was off it.

"What the hell?"

I looked at him and tilted my head in confusion.

"Why are you drunk? You do know youre pregnant right? Like, our child's life is in your hands and you're ruining it."

I waved my hand at him.

"Shhhh Nate, you shouldn't worry about it. It's not yours anyways."

"EXCUSE ME?!"

I blinked twice to clear the haze from my eyes before smiling drunkenly at him and passing out.

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I sat up slowly, groaning as my head pounded in my skull. I felt a huge wave of nausea rush over me and ran to the bathroom to spill my guts into the toilet in front of me. Suddenly Nate stepped into the doorway, wiping his hands off with a towel.

"So, is this the morning sickness or the hangover?"

I glared at him with death in my eyes before leaning over and vomiting again.

"I want you to know that I've called everyone we sent invitations to, the wedding is off."

I looked up at him with sorrow in my eyes, tears threatening to spill.

"You what?"

"What you said last night, I really got to thinking about it and I think k I figured out who it is."

I looked at him in confusion.

"Who what is? What are you talking about?"

He let out a laugh.

"You almost had me fooled, 'hes just a friend Nate, I would never do that to you.' oh sure, well you can tell that to yourself next time you go to him for a good screw."

He made a screw motion with his hand.

"Who do you think I fucked Nate? Because I will go to them and have them make you believe because I haven't been with anyone but you."