Chapter 10
ETHAN
I had thought about thousands of ways on how this date with Kiara would go, but listening to her asking for a baby, for a child from me was not what I had expected.
My eyes blinked at her because I thought I misheard her.
“What?”
Kiara licked her lips, her pillowy lips, which were painted in red. Fuck, she looks hot. I cleared my brain and focused on her when she repeated,
“I want a baby. Your baby.”
I stared at her for what felt like a minute before a soft chuckle escaped my lips. I had forgotten how Kiara was when she wanted to be, and she was pulling my leg.
But then I looked at her expression, her almond-shaped eyes were not crinkling with humor. They were serious.
“Kiara, what the fuck are you saying?” I asked, shocked, and surprised by her.
She wants a kid. A baby. My baby.
I don’t understand.
Kiara took a deep breath and explained, “Yes, you heard me. I want a kid and I know I sound insane right now but hear me out.”
“I am listening.”
“I . . . I have wanted a baby for a while. Jake and I broke up and I am thankful for that. But then I saw you yesterday with Eveline, and I knew that—”
“You wanted my sperm inside you?” I asked, my brain still processing all of it.
Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down at her plate, her hair covering her face. “Yes,” she muttered.
I stayed silent for a while and frowned. “Why didn’t you try it with Jake?”
Kiara looked at me and tucked her hair over her shoulder, giving me a full view of her cleavage. I clenched my jaw and listened to her, “We wanted to wait for the marriage.”
I raised my eyebrow.
She continued, “We never had sex. We decided together that it would be better after the marriage . . . and you know the rest.”
“You guys . . . never had sex?”
“Yes, Ethan.”
“Huh.”
I leaned back in the chair, staring at her. I could never understand how Jake controlled himself when he was with Kiara. Just sitting across from her made me want to splay her across the table and ravish her.
“Why didn’t you look for insemination?” I asked. “You could have asked my mothers.”
She shook her head, “I have researched about it and really thought about it, but I don’t want a baby through insemination.”
I forced a smile. “Right.”
Kiara winced. “No, Ethan, I—look, I didn’t mean it like that.
I am asking you because you are a great person and you have been nothing but nice to me since we met.
I appreciate everything we have together, and .
. .” her cheeks flushed, “I would love to have a baby who is like you. I would be honored to have that.”
“No.”
I don’t know why I was angry all of a sudden.
Her eyes snapped at me, “What?”
I tilted my head and glared at her, “I said no. My answer is no, Kiara.”
I wanted a kid, to have my own children, but not right now.
I wanted to settle down with a woman I love, marry her, have our own house, and then think about kids.
Having kids right now didn’t settle with me.
I had always used protection during sex.
Only with Kiara, I didn’t use a condom because she was on the pill, but after she left, I always used protection.
“Can you at least think about it?”
I shook my head, “No, Kiara. I don’t want to have kids with you or anyone right now.” Shit, I didn’t mean to sound so angry when I said it.
Kiara’s eyes turned glassy, and I hated myself when her lower lip trembled.
“Bella,” I tried talking to her.
She swallowed the wine in one go, my eyes widening when she glared at me and stood up.
“What are you doing?” I stood up, watching her leave her credit card on the table even though the cheque was already paid, “Kiara, where are you going?”
She turned to me, giving me a saccharine smile, “Don’t wait up for me, I will catch a cab and probably arrive tomorrow morning.”
Kiara left me without waiting for my reply.
Fucking great, Ethan.
When Kiara left, I stood there waiting and wondering what I could do in this situation. I needed to have some drinks before asking Anya where she could have gone. I didn’t want to even think about her having a one-night stand with a stranger and arriving at the house tomorrow morning.
As the cheque was already paid, I went downstairs. To my surprise, I found Kiara sitting on a stool and drinking a cold glass of water. I could see the sadness on her face and the way her shoulders were deflated. She must have wanted a baby badly.
Anger coursed through my veins when I saw a guy talking to her, laughing, and flirting with her. I huffed when he said something that made her smile.
Oh, come on.
The man was probably in his mid-thirties, ogling at the little strap of her garter belt which was peeking from her thighs because of her dress. Now that I could see, other men had already noticed her, too, watching her from afar and wondering if she would go home with them.
No, she won’t, you pieces of shits.
I wanted to go there and haul Kiara on my shoulder, taking her away from those men. I strolled there, glaring at the man who was sitting beside her, and held Kiara’s elbow.
“You’re coming with me,” I said and dragged her to the corner before she pinched my hand.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” she asked, her eyes blazing with anger. She crossed her arms, her cleavage getting deeper, and she looked hot.
“I should be the one asking you that.”
“I am looking for potential partners.”
I chuckled and nodded at the guy waiting for her to come back to the stool, “You want to have his kid?”
Kiara glared at me, “Why do you care?”
I raked my hand through my hair, frustrated. “He’s wearing fucking shorts while you’re dressed like you just came from a Victoria Secret’s after-party.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, “Of course you’d know about that.”
I glared at the tiny woman in front of me and at the man in shorts. I turned to her, “He has an ‘I love my mom’ tattoo on his fucking knee.”
I don’t like to judge someone by their outer appearance, but that guy with shorts was getting on my nerves and I had never spoken to him.
Kiara frowned at me and noticed the tattoo. She bit her lip, “It shows that he is a family guy.”
I couldn’t believe this woman.
“No. It shows that he has mommy issues.” I took a step closer to her, “Do you seriously want to think about his mom when you go down on him? Do you want that to be the father of your baby?”
Her nostrils flared at me, and for a moment I was scared that she might kick my family jewels or slap me. But what she did was worse.
Kiara leaned up and whispered in my ear, “I will let you know tomorrow, Ethan.”
I glared at her, her dark eyes daring me, challenging me to do something when she went back to the bar, sitting beside the man in shorts.
I clenched my hand in a fist and slid it inside my pocket.
All I wanted to do was take her over my knee and spank her until her ass turned red and fuck her until she was pregnant.
Then fuck her more so she knew that it’s my baby growing inside her womb.
Fuck, I am going wild.
Whatever happens, Kiara is coming home with me.
I sat down beside her nursing a glass of scotch and shot daggers through my eyes at the man who was trying to flirt with her, talking about his family back in Texas and how he makes a mean barbeque sauce that she should try one day.
Kiara agreed, my knuckles turning white because I was holding the glass too tight.
I knew she wasn’t flirting with him because she kept glancing my way with a guarded look in her eyes.
I thought about her previous words. I want your baby, Ethan. Kiara wanted a baby for some time, and she would have had one with Jake, but she thankfully didn’t because of the breakup. She saw me with my family and decided that she would rather have my sperm inside her than someone else’s.
But if I denied her, she would ask other men. Other men with shorts and ‘I love my mom’ tattoos on their knee who would not think twice before going bare inside her. The thought made my stomach clench in a tight ball. I bet if she asked him about having his baby, he would agree.
No, I wouldn’t let her. And I had told her I didn’t want a baby.
The mild scent of her exotic perfume wafted in my nose when I leaned closer to her. I ignored the furious look on the man’s face when Kiara faced me, my finger tucking her hair away.
“What would I get?”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, “What?”
I gave her a lazy smile and raked my eyes down her body, keeping my palm on her thigh, feeling the slight tremor under her skin through the stockings.
“What would I get for putting a baby inside you? For getting you pregnant, Bella.”
My cock pressed against the confines of my pants when I said it. My muscles tense with the idea of going bare inside her, coming inside her and making her pregnant.
Kiara took a sip of cold water and completely faced me. “We can have lots of sex . . . until I get pregnant,” her eyes were dark and pupils dilated when she whispered in her sultry voice.
I narrowed my eyes at the choice of her words and stood up. “Come with me, I have a proposition for you.”
She stood up, my eyes zeroing to her ass when she said her goodbye to that man. I held her hand and pulled her close while we waited for the valet to bring my car.
“What is the proposition?” she asked.
“Something that will benefit both of us.” Hopefully, if you agree. I added mentally.
The drive back home was tense and filled with silence. I had decided that if I was going to get Kiara pregnant and if she agreed with my proposition, then I wanted to be selfish with her and her body.
“Sit down, Kiara,” I said, switching on the low lights of the living room, noticing how tense she was. Bending low, I whispered in her ear, “I won’t bite unless you beg me to.”
She exhaled shakily, sitting down on the armchair, away from me, which made me smirk. I unbuttoned my suit and sat across from her on the couch.
“If I am going to get you pregnant, Kiara,” I paused, staring at the way her amber eyes lit up, “I want something in return.”
She frowned, “Okay, and what’s that?”
“You and your body. I want to fuck you whenever I can.”
Kiara crossed her legs, clearly aroused when her cheeks flushed. “Until I get pregnant,” she added.
“Yes, until you get pregnant.”
“Okay, I agree with you,” she answered without missing a beat.
I smiled and shook my head, “No, Kiara. I have different kinks.”
Her face went scarlet red, and I wondered where else she was red.
Hold it right there, Eiffel.
“Kinks?” she asked. “Can I ask what they are?”
Better yet, I could show you. I clenched my jaw at the images flashing in my mind and controlled myself.
I licked my lips and answered, “I am a dominant, Bella. I like to control my partner while having sex and ordering them around like when and if they can come. Or not at all.”