10. Chapter Ten ~ Emma
Chapter Ten ~ Emma
It wasn’t until he was reaching under my skirt that I even realized I’d worn my uniform home. Which means I was definitely distracted when I walked out the door. Still thinking about … well … this.
But as he allows my body to slide down over his beside the bed I’m enjoying the look in his eyes as he stares at me in that uniform. There is heat in his gaze as it scans over every inch of me and then his mouth is on mine, claiming me, yet again.
“I’ve been thinking about this ever since you left my office,” he murmurs and my heart does that stuttering thing that seems to be happening more and more lately. What is it about this guy that makes me feel like a teenager with their first crush?
But that’s silly because I’m not in love with Chris. Or whatever masquerades as love when you’re 14. There’s certainly a lot of lust going on but that’s it. That’s all there is here.
And then his mouth trails down my neck and a moan escapes me and any thought other than what he’s currently doing to my body flies out the window. His hands running down my sides, over my waist, my hips, sliding under my skirt again to grab my ass … everything is setting me on fire.
My own hands glide over his chest, reveling in the feel of the hard muscle there. And the way that he tenses under my touch. The way that he groans as my nails bite into his arms and his shoulders, clutching onto him tighter as his fingers find that perfect spot that makes my entire body practically scream.
When my hands wrap around his already hard cock, however, that’s when he really groans, a sound almost like a howl escaping him before he tears the dress over my head and we both tumble back onto the bed.
“You’re mine, Baby Girl. All mine.”
The possessiveness would normally not be my thing, but something about Chris makes me absolutely crazy. Not to mention the way he says ‘baby girl’ like that. “Prove it,” I shoot back and the look in his eyes as he looks at me is fire.
“Oh, I will definitely prove it to you.” And with that he pins my arms over my head, his mouth connecting with mine in a hot and heavy kiss that takes my breath away. And by the time we both come up for air I’m starting to feel a little lightheaded, a feeling that fades quickly enough as his lips continue to move down my body.
And this time when he enters into me it’s slower, though no less passionate than the last time, drawing both of us over the edge in what feels like no time.
The next few weeks pass in much the same fashion. It’s clear that Chris is enjoying this whole process. And I’m certainly enjoying it as well, because it seems like practically every night he’s bringing me back to his room.
Or the couch … or his office … or just about anywhere that we can make it work.
And even still, even with so many nights together, I can’t seem to get enough. I still find myself thinking about him and wanting him practically any time that I’m awake. Which is stupid enough on its own. This relationship isn’t a relationship. It’s just sex. And I would do well to remember that before I start thinking that Chris and I are even friends, let alone anything else.
With a sigh, I get out of bed once again, stumble to the bathroom, and start preparing for my day. Except as soon as I put the toothbrush in my mouth, I gag and have to brace myself against the sink.
“What is wrong with me?” I stare at the reflection in the mirror and my skin is pale. I’m clammy. But just a moment ago I felt fine. What happened?
I glance at my toothbrush. Toothpaste doesn’t go bad, right? At least, not like that. Not where it would make me instantly ill. So what could be the problem here? Another glance at the thing and I set it down. Going without brushing just once is okay, right?
Well, either way it’s going to have to be because I’m fairly certain putting that toothbrush back in my mouth is going to be a huge mistake. So instead, I scrounge around looking for something to help with the nausea. Which is when I see them.
Set on a shelf toward the back is a box.
A small box.
With 2 tests in it.
I suck in a breath and take the box out of the cupboard, staring at it for a long moment before, almost subconsciously, I open it, pulling out one test, unwrapping it, going through the motions on autopilot.
By the time I’m setting the test down and starting a timer on my phone I’m actually coming around to the idea of just what this all means. That I could actually be pregnant. And in just five short minutes, I’m going to know …
Four minutes.
Three minutes.
My heart is pounding as I sit on the bathroom floor, waiting. Waiting.
And then the beeping of my phone pulls me out of my own head and I grope around on the sink for the test.
But even still it takes me a long time before I can bring myself to look at it.
Walking into the club for my shift, I’m not sure how exactly I feel.
I finished getting ready for work on autopilot as well, and now that I’m here I’m still feeling somewhat numb.
Was this the result I wanted? I’m not really sure.
It’s only been a few weeks, after all.
“Emma? Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I reply, barely even registering who’s talking to me or what they’re really saying. All I know is that I’m going to need to talk to Chris at some point. He needs to be updated about everything, right? No matter what happens?
My evening seems like it rushes by, mostly because I have no idea what’s happening. All I know is that my head is spinning and I’m certain that all of this was a mistake. Signing a contract saying I would get pregnant? What was I thinking?
“Emma?” This time when I look up, it’s Chris. Chris, who is giving me a concerned look and I feel my heart melting slightly.
No. Don’t be stupid. He’s not really concerned about you. And even if he was, it’s just because he wants you to have his baby. It has nothing to do with you, I tell myself.
“It’s nothing; it’s, well, I have to … I have something to tell you, actually.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Can we go to your office?” His eyes narrow slightly and he gives a sharp nod, leading me to the office and closing the door behind himself.
“What is it?”
“I … I’m pregnant.”
As soon as the words leave my lips they seem even more real and I don’t know what to do . But then, Chris doesn’t seem to know what to do either.
The look on his face is calm. Too calm. Like it would be if I’d totally blindsided him with this news. Which I suppose I have. But he was expecting it. He wanted me to get pregnant.
I stare at him a little more closely. Or did he?
He said he did. But is that really what he wanted? Did he really want me to get pregnant? Did he really think about just what that was going to mean?
“Good. That’s good,” he tells me, but there’s something about his voice, something about the distracted look on his face that makes me wonder, makes my heart clench in my chest as I think about just what this is going to mean for me.
What if he changes his mind? What if he decides that he doesn’t want this baby?
He’s not saying anything else so I turn toward the door, willing him to stop me. Willing him to just give some indication that this is a good thing, like he said, but there’s nothing. He lets me leave.
I make my way back to work, trying to distract myself from thinking about just what my future could hold if he decides to change his mind. Which is what I’m still thinking about when I arrive back at the house that evening, barely even noticing that he’s waiting for me in the living room when I get there.
I’m unaware until he calls me into the room and I know I’m going to have to face up to whatever his decision is.
“Look, I can just go now and we don’t have to worry about anything else, all right?” I say quickly as I get within easy earshot.
“Go?” He looks at me with confusion etched on his face, his brows furrowed.
“Yeah. Go. Find somewhere else to stay. Just … get out of your hair.”
“Why would you even think about leaving? I told you that staying here was part of the agreement.”
“You just … didn’t seem thrilled about the news when you heard it.”
“I was surprised, Emma, that’s all. I suppose I didn’t expect it to happen quite so quickly. But I never meant for you to think that I wasn’t happy with the news. In fact, I have something for you.”