ARNOLD's P O V

‘‘Man, we have a problem!’’ Chris exclaimed over the phone as soon as I picked up his call.

‘‘What? Don't tell me you didn't do it?’’

‘‘I did! I mean, I'm sorry, I…’’

‘‘Chris, what the fuck?!’’

‘‘She’s coming in there now. I tried to run after her, but I wasn’t able to!’’ he said, his tone tinged with apprehension. ‘‘And just to add one more thing, the condom broke…’’

‘‘Fuck you, Chris!’’ I spat out before hanging up the phone.

I let out a long sigh of annoyance as I dragged my fingers over my hair. I have to get prepared before Leina arrived here...