Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
BELLA
ONE MONTH LATER
Things had ramped up with Henry, and by now, we were having a full-blown affair. He told me the morning after I got blind drunk that he was going to serve Clarissa with divorce papers, but I told him not to.
Things would get nasty and selfishly, I didn’t want things to differ between us.
Walking into the office, I placed her coffee on her desk along with her bagel and escaped unscathed. She was preoccupied and honestly, it suited me.
I saw the girls last night and we were on our next book. Enemies-to-lovers, fire fighter romance and it was everything. I even had Henry read a scene to re-enact on me and it was one of the hottest nights of my life.
I small smile passes my lips as I think back to it and I am already needy for him again. Slipping my phone out of my bag, I type a quick message.
Me
God, I miss your cock. Promise you’ll see me tonight? My pussy is aching just thinking about you.
I giggle as soon as I see him typing
MrBigC
Fuck baby, you got me hard at work. Don’t you worry, I’ll see you soon to fill your little cunt full of me xo.
My cheeks pinch as I lock my phone and I jump when I see Clarissa approaching.
“Bella,” my name drips off her tongue.
“Yup.”
“May I see you a moment?” she plasters the fakest smile I have ever seen on her lips before turning and walking into her office.
Shit, did she see the message?
She wouldn’t know who it was from because I have him coded, but still… fuck.
Nausea swims in my stomach, making it churn. Swallowing down the bile, I push up and walk into her office, head held high.
“Shut the door,” she nods from behind her desk, and I do as she asks.
Walking towards her, her lid is off her black americano and the smell fills my nose and makes the sickly feeling wash over me with force.
“I’m looking to make cutbacks; the CEO, my husband …” her eyes narrow on mine, “has asked me to get rid of the under performers.”
I nod, swallowing, willing for the sick lump that is sitting in my throat to go away.
“And well, honestly, of late…”
My eyes begin to water.
“Oh, honestly Bella, turning on the water works,” she rolls her eyes as another waft of her rancid coffee hits me and I’m going to throw up.
I reach for her bin and empty the contents of my stomach, eyes streaming, throat burning, and this could not have happened at a worse time.
“Oh my god,” she screeches, pushing from her desk as she looks down at me in pure disgust. “Tom!” she screams through her intercom, and he comes rushing in. “Please get Bella here some tissues… and take this disgusting bin away from me,” she turns abruptly, and Tom looks at me giving me a sympathetic look when he sees my watering eyes. “Now!” she snaps and Tom scurries out.
I close my eyes for a moment, running my clammy palms down my black mini skirt. Inhaling deeply through my nose and exhaling out my mouth I let my erratic heart calm down. I knew I shouldn’t have eaten my left over take out.
Damn it.
Tom returns with tissues and a glass of water, as well as a clean bin.
“Thank you,” I croak as I wipe my mouth and then take a sip of water.
“You’re dismissed, Tom, thank you,” she shoos him away and he closes the door behind him.
“Are you okay now little miss dramatic?” she tuts, rolling her eyes and I am so close to telling her that her husband fucked me this morning on the way to work, but I think better of it.
Do. Not. Stoop.
I nod.
“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.” I am so fucking done with her shit.
“My husband has asked me to make cuts, and you Bella, are slacking. I have no idea what has happened to you lately, but you’re not the same.” She shakes her head in disgust.
“Clarissa, I…” I pause when I feel my stomach twist. Shit. “I’m sorry,” I swallow, closing my eyes for a second, “but you can’t say that. I put in the hours, I do everything you ask of me.”
Fuck.
She goes to speak but I am back over her bin again, heaving and tears are streaming down my face just as her office door opens.
“Oh Henry,” she sighs, “I bring her in to fire her, and she starts being sick,” the coldness of her tone has me shaking.
“Bella, are you okay?” Henry ignores his wife as he drops down beside me, passing me a tissue.
I nod, taking it from him and wiping my mouth as I slowly sit up once more.
Henry gives me a look, one full of adoration and my racing heart settles in my chest.
He then stands up, turning his attention to his wife.
“What do you mean you’re firing her?” he questions Clarissa, his tone sharp as he steps towards her.
“She is slacking, she isn’t performing at all, and I am sick of having to carry her.”
Henry laughs, head tipped back as it fills the room. “Are you joking?” he shakes his head. “Bella goes above and beyond for you, and this is how you treat her?” I watch as his eyes bounce between hers, moments slip past, and he turns to look at me.
“Bella, will you please excuse us?” and I don’t miss the sly wink he gives me, and I nod, standing and walking towards the door.
“This isn’t over Bella!”
“Yes, Clarissa…” he pauses, “it is,” and I walk out of the door.
Half hour passes when Henry comes out of the office, he says nothing, but he gives me a look before he walks towards the lift.
Clarissa doesn’t come back out of her office for the duration of the day and once five o’clock spins around, I am out of the office and into Henry’s waiting car.
“You okay?” he asks me and I nod.
“Well… I think so. Shouldn’t have eaten the take out,” I sigh, rubbing my belly.
“Baby…” he smirks at me, then pulls a white plastic bag from the inside of his suit jacket, “I don’t think it was the take out,” and he slips a pregnancy test box from the bag and hands it to me.
“What?” I breathe.
“Makes sense; we’ve been fucking like porn stars, you’re not on anything… we haven’t used anything…” his eyes light up and my heart stammers in my chest.
Jeff drives us home and I cling onto the pregnancy box like it is my lifeline.
We go to my apartment through fear that Clarissa will be at home, and I head straight for the toilet. Henry is waiting outside the door, and I imagine he is pacing.
“Right, we have to wait three minutes,” I say as I open the door, to see Henry standing there like an excited school boy.
“It’s going to be the longest three minutes ever…” he groans.
I press my hands against his chest, “Patience baby,” I whisper against his lips and kiss him softly. “I’m sure we can do something to make the three minutes pass…” and he grins down at me.
Walking back into my bathroom—one hot as sin fuck later—I reach for the test with trembling hands as I turn it over.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as I turn to see Henry smiling from ear to ear, “I’m pregnant.”
He rushes over to me, scooping me into his arms and kissing me. He walks me towards my bedroom and drops me down on the bed as his hungry hands tear through my panties, pushing my skirt around my waist and slides his cock straight into me.
“Fuck yes,” I moan, my hands in his hair as I bring his lips back to mine as he rides me hard and slow into the mattress before I come all over his cock and his own orgasm drowns him.
We lay twisted in bedsheets a while later, my head on his chest as he trails his fingers up and down my spine.
“Shit,” I sit up quickly, wrapping the sheet around me.
“What?” his eyes full of worry.
“I left my bag in the office,” I groan, flopping back down on the bed, he leans over me, his lips on mine before he drags them down my body, nipping at my skin before his tongue swipes through my cunt.
“Let me just eat your pretty pussy, then I’ll take you to get it.”
And before I can even protest, he has my eyes rolling in the back of my head.
The drive to the office is too quick for my liking, and Henry’s fingers are laced through mine. The building is quiet as we ride the elevator to our floor and Henry pulls me down towards my desk when we hear soft moans. Interest piqued; Henry keeps moving forward until we see Clarissa’s door ajar with a soft light radiating from it.
I tighten my grip on his hand as he stands outside and pushes it open only to see his wife getting fucked by Tony the copy guy.
“Fuck, Henry!” she calls out and Tony slaps her ass.
“My name’s Tony, don’t be calling me your husband’s name. I’ve told you for the last year not to mention his name,” Tony growls completely oblivious that me and her husband are in fact here.
“It’s not what it looks like,” she pulls away from Tony whose eyes lift and widen when he sees Henry, but all Henry does is laugh, shaking his head from side to side.
“Oh dear…” and that’s when her eyes fall to mine and Henry’s hands.
“I fucking knew it,” she hisses trying to cover herself as she rushes towards us, and Henry holds his hand up.
“So, all of those late nights make sense now…” he snorts.
“You’ve been fucking her? ”
“Yeah, for the last month so don’t even try and say I deserve this. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer, pack up your fucking shit and go.” He fumes, his grip tightening. “Oh, and just so you hear it from me, Bella is pregnant with my baby. Her name will be on your desk first thing in the morning, replacing you.” He shakes his head as she calls his name, but he ignores her, dragging me out of the office.
“Henry!” she shouts out, but he continues forward and once we’re in the elevator, he bursts into laughter.
“What the fuck,” he sighs before clasping my face, “it’s me and you baby, you’re mine, always,” his lips crash into mine before he pushes the emergency button on the lift and fucks me until I am a puddle on the floor.