23. Olivia
Olivia
I feel like a fool. How could I let myself get excited about this pregnancy because of Drake? Of course he isn't ready for this. Why would I trust a man who has never been in a serious relationship enough to consider raising a child with him?
The Uber drops me off outside of my apartment, and I hurry to the door, doing everything in my power to hold back the sobs. The last thing I need is a public meltdown.
Callie greets me from the living room when I walk in, but I don't quite hear it as I rush to my bedroom and close the door. I can hear her footsteps and the delicate raps on the wood as she tries to get my attention, but I ignore her. Eventually, she just opens the door to let herself in.
“What the hell did he do?” Callie asks, knowing it's because of Drake. I've been doing this a lot lately, and all roads lead back to him.
“You were right.” I wipe my eyes and force myself to take a deep breath to calm down. “I let him get me excited about this, and now he doesn't think he's ready. I should have never trusted him.”
Callie pulls me into her arms without saying anything and hugs me, shaking her head as she comforts me. We stay there for a moment before I back away and wipe my eyes again, forcing myself to look away so I don't lose control.
“I don't know what to do now. We were getting to know each other, and I felt good about it. I was imagining a world where we were together with the baby.” I pause to laugh in disbelief. “I don't know where we stand now.”
“What do you want?” she asks, and I shrug.
“I'm falling for him, Cal,” I whisper, hardly able to admit it. “What if this isn't even about the baby? What if he's not ready for me? He told me he didn't want a girlfriend, and I believed him when he said he wanted me.”
We lie on our backs and look at the ceiling in my room.
She doesn't say anything else, she's just there to listen to me vent my frustrations.
I eventually fall asleep, and Callie makes her way to her bed.
I wake up wishing Drake was next to me, my heart heavy with the impending pain I'm bound to feel after this is over.
I don't hear from Drake again until Monday at work. A part of me considered avoiding him at all costs, but if he's not going to be around, I need to make sure I’m financially supported. Finding another job might be inevitable, but until then, I need every penny I can get from this one.
Luckily for me, today's workload is relatively small because the whole staff is at a corporate lunch-and-learn workshop. It leaves me free to reorganize the kitchen inventory and place orders.
This is work I can get lost in. It's almost as enjoyable as standing in front of the stove and crafting a meal.
I pull all the ingredients from the cabinets and check the expiration dates, tossing anything too close to the expiration date into a donation bin.
Everything else, I put out, and start writing possible recipes in my notebook, forgetting my problems as I plan different meals.
“There you are,” Drake says behind me, startling me enough that I drop a jam jar on the ground. It shatters, and I rush for paper towels. Drake joins me and helps pick up the glass shards as I clean up the spilled jam. “I'm sorry if it seems like I've been avoiding you.”
“It doesn't seem like you're avoiding me; you are,” I say, shaking my head in disappointment and fighting back the sting of tears. “I needed you during that appointment, and you weren't there. You were so out of it. I don't know if I can go through this with someone who is going to run away.”
Drake looks over his shoulders at the open kitchen storage room door. I can still hear the din of others gathered in the conference rooms listening to a guest lecturer. He closes the door, and the noise outside fades.
“Look, I know what I did after the appointment was wrong.
I've been thinking about it nonstop, and I feel like a jerk,” he says, approaching me and putting a hand on my shoulder.
As much as I try to tell myself I need to, I don't back away.
It's such a relief just to have him next to me.
“I was afraid, and understandably so. You're afraid, too. I was going to let that dictate our future, and I’m a fool for that. Even though this terrifies me, I want this.”
“You say that now, but what about when the baby comes? You wanted to be a part of this, and now, I don't know how true that is,” I say, turning to rinse my hands in the sink.
“I'm all in, Olivia,” Drake says, standing behind me. “I can't get you out of my mind. I haven't been able to since the moment I laid eyes on you. I spent this entire weekend imagining what my life would be like without you, and I don't want to live like that. I want you. I want our baby.”
My heart beats faster in my chest, and I could cry from excitement. Hearing him say those words fills me with joy. I was getting excited about the baby with him. Hearing that he wants to be a part of this, to start a family with me, is all I've ever wanted from him.
“Move in with me. Let's do this for real,” Drake continues. “We can go through everything together. Every doctor's appointment and Lamaze class, and I'll even read every parenting book ever written if I have to. Let me prove to you I'm serious.”
I don't care that we're in the office: Everyone is bound to find out we are together anyway. I turn around to face him and reach to pull him in for a kiss. He holds me close, lowering his hands to my waist as he opens his mouth for my tongue to explore.
I can't help the moan that escapes my throat as his hands fall and grip my butt. I could get lost in this, but I am still aware that we're in the office and anybody could walk into the storage room to grab a fork or a Coke from the fridge. So, I reluctantly push him back.
“You have a thing about starting things and not finishing them,” Drake says, reminding me of our date at the observatory.
He moves closer, pressing against me. He holds my face in his hands, and I stare at him, feeling the fire burning in my chest. I bite my lip, knowing that I want him badly. It's been a few days since we’ve had sex, and that is far too long.
He leans down and kisses me again, letting his tongue glide over my lips to part them. His tongue slides in my mouth, and I taste it, letting my tongue swirl around his. My heart skips a beat, and my nerves are on edge knowing we're surrounded by people who probably shouldn't see us.
My hands search his body, slowly descending from his chest to the front of his trousers. I can feel the hard bulge behind them, and I pull away with a grin as I feel him growing in my hands.
“Oh, Mr. Vance,” I whisper as I unbutton his pants and massage him through his briefs. “Isn’t this inappropriate? What would management say?”
His mouth falls to my neck, and I toss my head back while my hands slowly grind against his cock. “I didn’t realize you were this naughty, Olivia,” he whispers in my ear when he feels my hand wrap around his shaft and start pumping slowly.
“We still have a lot to learn about each other,” I reply, pulling his cock from his pants and looking at it hungrily.
His fingers nimbly unbutton my blouse, and before I know it, he’s lowering the cup of my bra and taking my nipple in his mouth.
I moan and hold the back of his head as small jolts of ecstasy race through my veins.
His cock is rock hard in my hand now, and I know neither of us are walking out of this kitchen before that's taken care of.
“I could fuck you right here,” Drake says as I pull my shirt open more and eye him with my chest heaving. He lowers himself, kneeling before me with eager eyes. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Olivia. I want to hear you say it.”
“I want you to fuck me right here, Drake,” I say, feeling the excitement swell between my legs as he pushes up my loose skirt. It falls on his head and obscures him from view as his mouth collides with my pussy. He's kissing my panties as his fingers slowly lower them on my thighs.
I moan when I feel his tongue exploring my slit.
I lift the skirt to watch him, seeing how he smiles up at me with satisfaction as he brings me pleasure.
He moans against me, and the vibrations increase the intensity as he slowly circles his tongue around my clit as if we have all the time in the world here in this very public room.
A part of me wants to push him away and go somewhere more private, but I can't turn down this pleasure. There's also a part of me that likes this. It's the same part of me that was turned on when we were outside of the observatory. The responsible part of my brain shuts down when he's around.
“Oh my God, Drake,” I groan much louder than I mean to. Drake pulls away from me and shakes his head, smirking before gently pressing his lips against me again.
“Are you trying to alert the entire office?”
“Sorry. I'll try to be quiet,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair as he sucks my clit between his lips and sends electric pulses through my body. Another loud moan creeps out of my throat, and I wrap a hand over my mouth to stifle it.
Drake leans back from me, and I look down at him, silently pleading with him to continue. I need this right now. He stands with hunger in his eyes, his cock throbbing in front of me.
“This isn't going to work,” Drake says as he lowers his pants slightly and tugs my hips to turn me around. I face the cabinets and look over my shoulder as he presses on my back to bend me over. “I need to make sure you stay quiet.”
“I don't know if it's going to be any better with you right there,” I say, grinding my ass against him gently to tease him more.
He presses himself against me, slowly sliding inside my already wet pussy.
My breath quickens, and I lean closer to the counter as he slides his full length inside me.
I bite my lip hard to keep from moaning as I feel him stretching me out.
He grabs my waist to hold me steady as he thrusts in and out of me, grunting quietly while I fight the urge to lose control.
“You want to scream, don’t you?” Drake asks, leaning down and kissing my ear.
“Yessssss,” I hiss. The pleasure builds, and I feel frenzied as he moves faster and faster, his body pumping against mine. My vision blurs with pleasure. Drake's hand reaches for my mouth to cover it, and I bite his finger gently, letting out a moan I can't control as the feeling overtakes me.
“You like that?” he asks, moving his hips harder and faster, making me whimper into his palm. He leans down again and whispers in my ear, “Come on my cock, Olivia.”
My body twitches below him as he continues thrusting, not relenting as waves and pleasure crash over me.
If I could scream right now, I would. The intensity of it is strong, and that doesn't keep me from waiting for someone to walk in and catch us.
Something about the idea of that turns me on even more and heightens the sensations.
When my body finally settles, Drake pulls out of me, and I see he’s still hard. Even though I just came, I want more of him. I push him toward the small table and force him down onto the chair before I climb into his lap and lower myself onto his cock.
He grabs my waist again and holds me steady as I bounce on top of him, taking control of the tempo as I feel him getting stiffer and readying to explode.
It doesn't take long before I'm on the verge of another orgasm, and I feel myself tightening around him.
His fingers dig into my hips as he shudders beneath me, his cock throbbing inside me as he comes.
The loud sound of applause outside of the room catches our attention, and I lose control, moaning loudly as he fills me with his seed.
Any minute now, people will walk through those doors and start putting coffee mugs in the dishwasher, and I'm here with my breasts hanging out of my shirt, bouncing on the CEO’s lap.
The applause ends and I move to stand, but he holds me in place as I continue grinding, letting our orgasms recede before climbing off his lap.
Drake stands up and buttons his pants as I quickly redo my blouse and pull up my panties.
I take a seat at the table and return to my inventory moments before the door opens and a few employees walk in.
They don't pay us any mind as they wave and look around at the inventory spread on the table. Drake looks back at me and waves casually before heading out, leaving me to get back to work as if nothing just happened.