summary: a relationship is never truly over until it is. the road to that conclusion is long and filled with temptation.
warning: MINORS DNI 18+ explicit smut, dirty talk, non-protective sex, oral sex, phone sex, angst, unstable emotions. not edited thoroughly (I got tired)
notes: thank you for being patient, thank you for loving me, thank you for reading. it’s unstable emotions from the protagonists but this is the beginning. please leave feedback and comments.
word count: 4.07K.
TIP JAR. TAGLIST.
Today had been a long day and you were more than ready to get into bed as you leathered your face with your last layer of night cream. Your date with Zain had been splendid as always. He took you on a date to one of his friend’s gallery, that he was showcasing a new collection. You even bought a couple of pieces that would go well in your apartment.
Everything about Zain was … nice. Of course he had other redeeming qualities but he was just kind of boring in the sense that he didn’t spark anything within you. But you were going to stick it out. It had only been six dates thus far and there was room to grow. You did like him and were going to give him a chance.
You sighed as you left the bathroom and turned off the lights, ready to snuggle into your blankets. As you pulled on the covers, ready to lay down, your phone rang, vibrating on the side table. You glanced at the screen and your heart dropped within the cavity of your chest.
Lewis.
Did you want to pick the call up? No. You knew what it led to. So you tried your best to ignore it. Silencing your phone and declining the call, you placed the phone back down and made sure that your bonnet was secure before you laid down. Your phone screen lit up again - this time with a text message.
Lewis: Pick up the phone Princess. I miss your voice.
Fuck, he always knew the right words to say. Princess was your favourite nickname and he was the only person who called you that. The phone began to ring again but this time you sighed as you pressed the answer button.
“What do you want?”
He chuckled into the receiver which sent chills down your spine. “There she is. Fucking missed that beautiful voice of yours.”
“Lewis, seriously. What do you want?”
“You don’t even miss me a little, baby?”
“I don’t, actually.”
He chuckled in dismissal. “I’ll give you that but just listen to me for a bit.” You licked your lips letting the drawl of his voice wash over you.
“I’m by myself and I was thinking about you. Then I started watching that video we made on my birthday last year. You remember it Princess? When you let me fuck you in the ass and you came so hard you almost passed out. Fuck, I’ll never forget that.” Lewis groaned before continuing. “I swear every time I close my eyes, I can feel you around my dick.”
“Lewis…” you mumbled his name as your legs clenched at the memory of the night of his birthday. The same video that he was describing was kicked away in your hidden folder on your phone. You were tempted to watch the video yourself but listening to him speak was far more enthralling.
“Sssshhh, just listen.” You could hear shuffling from his end before a soft groan left him. “I’m touching myself right now, I can’t stop myself. Wanna listen to me come all over myself to the thought of you bouncing on my dick?”
You only answer with a soft whimper which he took as the green light to continue. As he described what he was doing to himself, your fingers had moved down to rub your clit through your underwear - slightly teasing yourself, needing so much more than what you were getting right now.
“My dick is so hard thinking about your tits bouncing in my face. They’re so perfect and begging for me to suck on them.” His voice was shakier than before. “And your clit is rubbing against the base of my cock and you’re letting out that sweet moan I love so much.”
You gasped at the vulgarity of his words and then followed through with a whimper which Lewis hummed in response. “Yeah, that’s the one. Always sounding so good. So sweet for me.”
At this point, you were touching yourself. Your fingers were deep inside of your cunt, steadily bringing yourself to a climax with the taunting of his words. You couldn’t mute your wetness and it was so loud, it could reach Lewis.
“Fuck! Are you touching yourself Princess? I can hear how wet you are and it’s all for me.”
“Lew.”
“Princess.” His voice was strained as his breathing became heavier. “Fucking miss that pretty hole so much. Miss fucking you until you can’t remember your name.”
You rolled onto your back and shoved your fingers deeper into your pussy, moving them faster and faster. Your breathing became heavier as you lost yourself in the self-pleasure.
“I wish -.” You whispered. Your sentence was broken by strangled moans escaping you.
“You wish what baby? Tell me.”
“I wish you were here, fucking me. I want you stretching and filling me up with your big cock.”
“I think about doing that everyday.” Lewis whispered which caused walls to flatter around your fingers.
“But you’re so bad for me.” You replied.
“But I make you feel good don’t I? I always do.” You hummed having no words to give him as you closed your eyes to imagine Lewis in between your thighs bringing you to climax instead of your fingers.
“I can hear you’re about to cum Princess.”
“I am!” You gasped out loud as you moved your hips to the pace of your fingers.
“Me too baby.” You could hear the frenzy of his fist over the length of his dick as he worked himself into an orgasm. “Thinking about filling you up.” He hissed continuing. “Giving you all my come until it’s leaking out you —.”
“Daaadddyyyy fuck!—.” You exclaimed as you came all over your fingers. Hearing you reach your climax triggered his own. Lewis’s grunts came out loud as his come landed all over his stomach and chest. He whimpered as the last of his spent dribbled down his length.
The both of you were silent as you tried to steady your breaths.
“You good Princess?” He asked you.
“Yeah…” Your voice sounded so wreaked as you tried to control the tsunami of emotions that was about to come from within you. No words were shared but the increasing feeling of shame was galling at you. And as if he could pick up on your silent irritation, Lewis said.
“What’s wrong Princess? Talk to me.”
“Did you just use me to get your nut?”
“You want an honest answer? Or do you want me to lie to you?”
“Oh you bastard!” You exclaimed.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t like our little phone —.” Before he could finish the sentence, you hung up the phone call. Lunging the phone into the pool of your blankets, you hid your face into your pillow and screamed into it. Just like that, your high had been ruined and all you were left with was anger. As much as you wanted to ponder on what had just happened, it was not worth the headache that would follow right after.
The weight of your orgasm drifted you to sleep with the only thought of dealing with Lewis being left on your mind.
The very next morning, you prepared for work but before you arrived at your store, your Uber dropped you off at Lewis’s building. Flicking your silk press over your shoulder, you strutted through the lobby confidently.
“Hi Dimitri!” You greeted the security at the front desk. “Is Lewis upstairs?”
“Y-yes, Miss YN! Good morning.”
“Good morning.” You winked at him as you walked to the resident’s elevators. Your nerves had been fried since the previous night. Seeing Lewis in the flesh was completely different than speaking to him on the phone. It had been seven months since your last physical encounter. Luckily, your schedules made sure that the two of you rarely bumped into each other.
Typically after a steamy phone call session with Lewis, there was small talk and then you wouldn’t call or text each other for a few weeks until that itch took over. However, with the way things ended last night, the record needed to be set straight. Your relationship was over - the both of you needed to move on. YOU needed to move on and cut ties with Lewis.
It was the best thing to do.
You arrived at his floor and just before you could knock on his door, it swung open and he was standing in the door frame.
“How did you know that I was coming?” You softly asked. His lips quirked upward as leaned sideways, his weight falling on his hip.
“Dimitri phoned to let me know.” Lewis then moved to the side to allow you to enter into the penthouse. The place had not changed at all since your last visit. It was clean yet there were a few dog toys scattered in the open living room area.
“Where’s Roscoe?” You asked as you looked around and listened for the dog’s snoring.
“He’s with Nic.” He replied.
You nodded your head with a soft sigh as you placed your purse onto the couch.
“We need to talk.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah.” You took a deep breath as you straightened your back. “We can’t keep doing this shit Lewis. It’s getting out of hand. We clearly don’t give each other what we want.”
“I think last night showcased how clearly we do give each other what we want.” Lewis replied as he encroached onto your space. “We’re just simply … a little volatile.”
“And that sounds normal to you?” You enquired, your eyebrows furrowing softly.
“I live a pretty abnormal life, Princess. So this is quite normal to me.”
You scoffed in response along with rolling your eyes. “You’re not taking me seriously.” You huffed.
Seeing through your faux stance, he pulled you into his arms. With the limited space in between you, Lewis untied your trench coat and slit his arms around your waist, tugging you even closer.
“I’ll take you seriously when you actually mean it.” Lewis spoke softly as he tried to look into your eyes but you kept your gaze on his T-shirt covered chest. His skin was so tanned, so bronzed from being sun touched from his vacation. Taking advantage of your aloofness, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck.
“You’re not here because you’re mad at this and what we did last night.” Lewis mumbled as he placed light kisses on your neck. “You just wanted the real thing, knowing I could never deny you.”
Your eyes flattered close as he sucked on your skin, pushing your coat away from your shoulders. He took note of your gold satin blouse and black pencil skirt but he was more focused on getting you into his bed.
“Lewis …”
“Sshh.” He hushed, placing a finger against your lips. When you looked up at him as your mouth softly parted, the touch of your warm breath against his finger was enough temptation for him to grip your head in his hands and capture your lips in a heated kiss.
All rationale was lost the more you became more engrossed in the kiss. One touch from him was enough for you to forget your intentions - whether they were true or not. This was what you hated and loved about Lewis, his ability to crop your world view to just the two of you.
You barely focused on his hands trailing down the length of your body and stopping at your hips before he pulled up your skirt to your waist. You sighed as the cool breeze of the penthouse touched the skin of your legs. He picked you up in his arms and you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist.
As Lewis walked towards his bedroom, the kisses were tender yet with a deep passion you always yearned for. You sucked on his tongue with your fingers caressing his beard.
Soon, he dumped you on his bed and rushed to strip your clothes away from your body. You let out a yelp as you tried to crawl away from his heavy hand that was smacking your thighs. But Lewis grabbed your ankle and dragged you towards the end of the bed and proceeded to hover above you.
“We’ll always find our way back to each other YN. All it takes is for you to stop denying it to yourself.”
“Stop talking.” You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down to you for a kiss. You arched your hips forwards to rub yourself against him.
“You want to be fucked baby?” He taunted you as he moved his lips down your jawline. “Hmm? Answer me gorgeous.” He whispered against your adam’s apple as he rubbed his thumbs into your flesh.
“Yes - fuck.” You begged.
Whenever you were beneath him, Lewis never wanted to rush, he always savoured these moments. He kissed every inch of your chest, down your torso before he settled in between your parted legs.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned as he gazed upon your bare pussy. Your scent was intoxicating, so musky and sweet to him. He could never forget you - no matter how much he tried.
“Lay back for me Princess.” He instructed you and the moment your head touched the pillow, he dove straight in. He slid his tongue from your hole to your clit, swirling the muscle around your bud before he came back to your hole and pushed his tongue in. The intrusion caused you to gasp and reach down to grab at his head but he let out a warning growl which forced you to drop your hands back down onto the bed.
“Oh fuck! Baby - fuuu -.” Your breathing was already heavy as you tried to steady yourself but his mouth moved everywhere it could. His movements were sloppy but it was desperate in a way that you enjoyed. He was letting you know that he missed you.
“Look at me.” You whimpered as you got to your elbows. With your pussy in his mouth, his brown eyes held the most fierce eye contact as he rolled his tongue over and over. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“Shhiiittt.” You choked on your moans as he worked on your clit. The stimulation on the bundle of nerves had you thrusting your hips into his mouth, chasing that orgasm that was so close. He held your thighs open, fucking you with his tongue until you were shaking. One hand came to the back of his head and the other to your breast to pull on your nipple.
“Yes, yes, yes! I’m gonna fucking come!” You warned Lewis. You heard him grunt in response but it barely reached your ears as white noise took over. Your body tensed up as your climax peaked and then crashed through your entire body. You weren’t too sure if you had clamped your thighs around his head but you felt Lewis’s hands and hips move along your body until he was hovering above your face.
When you finally opened your eyes, they trailed down his now, naked body with his thickness nudging your thigh.
“Welcome back to earth sweetheart.” He smirked down at you. A smart remark was at the tip of your tongue but you focused on wrapping your legs around his waist instead.
“If I didn’t want your dick inside of me, I would have pushed you off.” You mumbled as you placed your hands on his biceps. Lewis chuckled before licking his lips. With the hand in between your bodies, he led his cock into the warmth of your cunt.
“You always have a smart quip but can’t seem to take it when it’s given back.” He murmured as he licked down your neck as he snuggled deep within you.
“You’re so big, shit.” You whimpered, catching the hitch of his breath against your cheek. Your walls were snug right around him and it took a moment for him to focus.
“Some things never change.” He quickly found his pace. Steady but not too fast. It had been a while since you had slept with anyone, let alone him - it took some time for his thickness to adjust to breaching your pussy. Lewis kissed you and slipped his tongue into your mouth as he maneuvered your legs into his arms which caused him to feel like he was deeper than he was before.
“Baby.” You groaned as you closed your eyes and felt him press against your spot repeatedly.
“You’re so fucking perfect. You always are Princess.” He whispered as he brought you to meet his thrusts. His fingers were digging into your flesh as he did so but you didn’t care for the pain of the pinch. It felt too good.
Fucking you was always something that Lewis committed to memory. The way you smelt, the way you felt around him, how you moaned for him and only for him. It was disheartening that your relationship with him had to be like this but the most carnal parts of him could not let you go.
Ever.
You pushed against his chest as the pressure in the pit of your stomach began to rise. Lewis dipped his head to kiss you again, deeply and hungrily.
“Don’t stop … please … just like that.” You choked as you clenched around his dick. Your moans couldn’t be stopped as he picked up his pace until you were screaming beneath him.
“There you go, beautiful. Getting wetter and wetter the harder I fuck you.” His pelvis was slapping against yours. Each pound stimulated your clit which left you withering until tears were lining your lashes. Watching you fall apart at his hand fuelled him. It was addictive and it gave him the greatest pleasure to watch you cry out his name and have your cunt squeeze his dick for all that he is worth.
He wanted to tell you that you were his, that you belonged to him but it was pointless. You knew that already - no matter how much you denied it to yourself.
He buried his face in your neck and sucked on your skin, hard. You knew that it would leave a mark but neither of you cared. Without words, your arms tightened around him as your orgasm washed over you. Your whole body shook with after waves which made Lewis grunt loudly in your ear.
“Look at me.” You whispered before you held his face in your hands and watched as it contorted in pleasure as he fucked you through your climax until he reached his. The moans left his sweet lips and you swallowed them all in a passionate kiss. He filled you up with his seed until you felt it dripping out of you and wetting your skin.
You held each other, making out until your erratic heartbeats calmed down. You signaled for a switch in position and you ended up on top of him. Looking at the clock on the wall, you still had more than an hour until you needed to leave for work.
Lewis was still semi-hard inside of you and you could feel him hardening further from just watching you above him.
“Why can’t we ever be normal?” You asked.
“Like I said before, Princess. Normal is boring and that’s not who we are.” Lewis replied as he settled his hands on your hips and caressed your skin with his thumbs.
You rolled your eyes at his explanation. “But it’s not healthy, Lew. The back and forth is getting tiring. It’s either we work together or we’re not.”
Lewis sat up and wrapped his arms around your torso. “I’ve always wanted you. I want you in every possible way that I can have you.” His speech was sounding good, great even. However, it was incredibly unfortunate that his phone vibrated at that moment and disturbed the moment.
Naturally, your head turned to the side table and looked at the lit up screen. And thank god that you did. A frown immediately drew on your face as you rushed to grab the device.
“Who the fuck is Madison and why is she texting you asking about your date later on today?” The bitterness in your tone could not be hidden.
“Princess —.” Before he could even finish what he had to say, you had jumped off his body, ignoring the loss of fullness, you threw his phone in his direction.
“You really fucked me knowing that you had a date tonight?!” You brashly exclaimed as you hastily put your clothes back on.
“Oh come off it! Don’t act like you didn’t come here wanting to get fucked.”
“Get over yourself Lewis! I genuinely tried to have a conversation with you and then you did that - that.” You waved your hands in front of him toward his direction before you continued. “That thing you do to distract me because you don’t want to have the conversation!”
“Don’t act like you didn’t have any free will to push me off and leave my house, that you willingly came to by the way.” Lewis rushed off the bed and put on his sweats. “Not only did you not put up any type of effort to stop me, you fucking wanted it.”
“Because you keep playing on the fact that I can’t deny you!”
“You won’t deny me YN! There’s a difference! It’s like every single time, you’re actively trying deny what is the complete obvious!”
“Because it’s toxic Lewis!” You yelled. “We get together, it’s sparks, it’s fireworks and it’s amazing but in mere moments, we’re at each other’s throats and then we’re not speaking to each other until the cycle repeats itself! We’re behaving like we’re children here and it’s tiring! I’m tired.” Your shoulders slumped as the back of your eyes began to pinch with tears. Your bottom lip was beginning to tremble but you sucked it into your mouth to hide it.
“Then let’s end it all know. I hate this energy between us baby, I hate it as much as you do. I’ll message her and you message Zack or whatever and we cut it off and we get back to us.” He tried to reach for your hand but you took a step back which halted any further action from him. He looked at you with sunken eyes. They were brimming with an unshed sadness and despair that you were unwilling to confront.
You couldn’t think straight.
“Like you said. We’re volatile - completely unstable when we’re together and at this point in our lives and careers we cannot afford that type of instability. This has got to stop Lewis. No texts, no phone calls - nothing. We need to end this.” The finality in your tone should have scared Lewis off but as he peered into your eyes, the anguish riddling you was pleading out to him.
His heart felt heavy as he placed his hands on his waist. Lewis’s head fell forwards, his braids creating a curtain around his head as if to offer some protection to his unveiling feelings. Your pointed shoes came into his frame of view but he only lifted his head when he felt your lips on his cheek. They lingered for a breath longer.
The deafening silence echoing in the room that once been filled with cries of your desire.
When you tried to move away from him, Lewis grabbed your face into his hands once more and kissed you. There was no softness, just pure desperation lined with hopes of salvation. The pleading from gnashing of teeth. The sobs vibrating from chest to mouth as the emotional tsunami awaiting was being mocked to shore.
He tore his lips away from you as if scorched from the embrace. Lewis opened his eyes and retracted his body away from you, forcing you to do the same.
This time, he did not make a move to stop you from leaving physically but he did with his words.
“I’ll never let you go YN.”
“You need to try.”
Leaving him standing there rocked you but not much more than the conviction in his tone. Even as you tried to increase the distance between you and the man who truly held your heart, nothing was more truer than his parting words.
The worst part of it all … you did not want to let go either …
This was wonderful. I love seeing the growth in your writing. It's a beautiful thing.
This fic reminds me of one of my favorite lines in a song.
"Give me reason but don't give me choice cause I'll just make the same mistake again." 😍
They both had a choice so many times as well as reasons why it would go sour but both willingly make the decision. Both are at fault because she knew how it would go seeing him in person. Lol. He knew she would push and he would pull, and they both knew it would remain open. Lol
Love the toxicity of this because hello I AM ENTERTAINED!🤣 But they both need to let go and work on themselves. Qe Sera Sera, whatever will be will be. I can feel the genuine love between them although Lewis definitely has a cocky entitled complex here. It's hot but so annoying and only he can pull it off.
He thrives on this dynamic. I understand living his life with the career he has he needs constant thrill just to feel something, I understand that because I am slightly similar but neither of them will thrive together until they both grow separately a little .
He needs to really lose her to understand and grow. Great job with this!
Gurlll are you taking requests? If so i just had a whole thought. What if it's like reader finds out she pregnant and finds out Erik done got a whole family behind her back. Oh and make that shit sad too ~ thx boo
You hastily pull the plastic from the First Response box, ripping it open and pulling out the pee stick. You take your shower and wait the minutes with it dipped in the urine, not really knowing what result you want. One the one hand, it is a hot girl summer. Do you really need a baby on your hip? No drinks? No smokes? A baby would be an unexpected surprise for you. You haven’t even talked children with Erik. Does he like children? He did say he enjoyed having you to himself, just the two of you. He doesn’t seem ready to settle down and make the major changes that a baby would require.
But he adores you. And if he adores you, he has to adore the pieces of you. It’s simple, he has no choice. If the test is positive, he has to GET ready because although unexpected, the baby will be just as much his responsibility. Maybe it’s good thing.. Maybe, this baby will bring the two of you even closer. Maybe it’s time.
Peaking at the pee stick indicator, it feels a lot like tossing a coin. Heads or tails. Not pregnant. Pregnant.
It’s two lines. Unmistakenly, that pink line is there.
You sigh full of nervous energy. It feels like a big step, one that makes you take deep breaths while absorbing the fact that things might change. You don’t quite know how, but that’s where the anxiety comes in.
Who should you tell first, Erik or your mother? Your mother of course, she’ll help you and give you some good advice. She’s going to freak out. She’ll be so excited, she said she wanted grandchildren.. you just didn’t think she’d be getting one so soon...
You hope Erik’s happy like the fathers that you’ve seen in the videos. You never know though. News this big can be shocking, you’ve seen men freeze as well. If he isn’t initially excited, but is instead stunned and unable to process, you’ll try to be patient and help it to sink in. Either way, you two have got to talk. In less than one year, you’ll be parents.
It sounds so weird to say, you’re gonna be a mommy to a little newborn baby who hopefully looks like the both of you. You’re gonna give birth and bring a life, no, a SOUL into this earth. How beautiful is that? You’re gonna get to feed them and teach them and cuddle. You’ll dress them and style their hair. You’ll have so many firsts with them that you’ll get to laugh about. It’ll be a whole new world filled with pure love from a pure being who will look at you like you’re absolutely perfect as you are. The thought has you falling in love with your baby already. And in nine months, you’ll get to meet them face to face and say the words: I love you.
What’s gonna happen with the three of you as a family unit? Erik has said over and over that he loves you and wants to be with you. Only you. You hope he means it as much as he says it.
“Babygirl! Baby, where you at,” you hear him call from the kitchen of your studio apartment. His voice moves around getting closer and farther at the same time. “I wanna see you.”
“You’re early! Give me 20 minutes, I’m in the bathroom.”
“No rush,” he knocks on the door backing away. He’s an hour early, you haven’t even had time to get dressed for dinner, it’s 5pm. Reservations are for 7pm. Hurriedly, you dispose of the trash but keep the indicator stick for future use. You won’t tell him the news tonight. You’ll wait until the time is right.. after you’ve told your mother and when you’re ready to discuss it all properly. The knowledge of it is too fresh right now, you need to sit with it.
Once out the bathroom you find him chillin on the couch. He looks up, jumping up to hold you, his arms gentle around your waist, cheek resting comfortably on your hair. He softly rocks you, smelling like the feint sweat of the day mixed with his cologne. He actually smells really good, like a hardworking man with a good job should.
“Stop,” you bump his hand playfully when he acts as if he’ll pull your robe open.
“You mind if I shower? Long day, I know I’m a lil sweaty.”
“Mm,” you lean back holding your tongue. Would it be weird if you said you like it? Big tall sweaty sexy man? “Of course, go ahead. I’ll get dressed,” you point toward the bedroom. Your body follows the direction of your thumbs and you push dresses out of your way on the closet rack to find the perfect outfit, a red form-fitting dress with red pumps and the diamond hoop earrings he bought you for Valentine’s Day. He couldn’t meet you. He was busy with work, but he cared enough to plan the gift delivery. You refresh your curly kinky fro and pick the roots for extra volume, then you put on your red Fenty lipstick and head back into the bathroom to apply your lashes. “How was work,” you ask over the sound of the water. You’d think he were drinking it or drowning. “Nevermind,” you smirk fixing the outline of your lips.
“Ugh, long day baby.. the hospital is always crazy,” he sniffs. “Paid your rent today by the way. How’s your tire holding up? Do you think you need to replace it?”
“Not right now, it’s holding up and you know I’ve got that donut in the trunk.”
“But I wouldn’t let you drive on a donut, what kind of man would I be?”
You smile though he’s steaming the mirror. You can’t see your reflection to do anything else in the bathroom mirror so it’s time to go.
“Hurry up, I’m ready.” You head into the living area spotting his bag on the couch. He probably has his cologne in there. You keep meaning to check the brand, it smells so good on him. Maybe you’ll surprise him with a new bottle and he’ll tell you how thoughtful you are and you’ll kiss and do some other thingss.. you giggle opening the bag and finding what you were searching for. It’s that Oakcha brand surprisingly. You sniff it to be sure and it’s the exact scent. Just as you expected, he could use some more. You put it back. There’s also an iphone in the bag. You turn it on, it’s charged but there’s a passcode and you can’t go any further. It’s not his phone. Well, it’s not the phone he uses.. this one looks new and updated, you have never seen this phone. His is a much older android since he’s not big on technology. All he needs is a number to call and text and his email, he’s not into fancy cameras or social networking. That’s actually something you love. He’s off the map/off the internet. He’s real and concerned with what’s in front of him. It’s refreshing. That’s why you’re wondering, what’s this? Is it his? Since when?
“What you doing,” he asks watching you stare into his bag. You hadn’t known he was out of the shower.
“Looking for something,” you zip it back turning with a mischievous smile. He approaches slowly, watching you.
“Did you need something? Because I got everything you need.. right here! C’mere girl!” He pounces and you giggle madly when we sweeps you into his arms, his mouth tickling your neck in kisses. He smacks your ass, rubbing it through your dress. “You look too good right now, maybe we should skip dinner and have dinner here.. I could eat if you catch my drift.”
“Shush,” you touch his lips silencing him. “I’ve been trying to go out all week with you, you’re not keeping me here.”
“Fair enough, let me get dressed,” he marches grabbing up his bag where there’s also a change of clothes. You grab his ass through the towel. “Don’t start nothin you ain’t ready to finish,” he warns slipping his black briefs on under the fluffy white towel. He dresses fairly quickly in a smart business casual shirt/tie/slacks combo while you figure out when the best time to ask him about the phone will be. You’ll ask him at dinner, that way you can ease it in there. It’s likely for work, your job gives you a phone too and at a hospital it would make sense for a doctor to have a private number solely for emergencies..
He drives and the two of you ride to the rooftop restaurant over most expensive hotel in the city where he proceeds to spoil you with whatever you want as usual. You don’t explain why you don’t want wine, instead pressing that you’d rather have water.
“Babe, I’ve been a little dehydrated lately,” you say and it changes his course. Now he’s on the water train and encouraging it. “Babe, I’ve got something to ask you,” you lay your fork down looking at him evenly as he searches your eyes in question.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Whose phone was that in your bag?” The question hangs in the air as it visibly caught him off guard. He collects his thoughts and resumes eating.
“That’s my work phone,” he explains just as you thought. You nod, clearing it from your mind, good man, good job, good food, great night. Everything’s going well, the only thing that could make it better is if you told him your news and he got so excited he proposed. Is that too much? Too soon? The relationship feels like you two are headed in that direction, you’ve been patient hoping that he’ll go for it. Don’t even ask you, just do it. You’ll say yes especially now that you have his baby. It’s a hard secret to keep. You sip your water to fill your mouth.
“How was work for you,” he asks and you tell him all about your day working from home. You used part of your lunch break to buy the pregnancy test. That part you leave out. The two of you eat and dance to the light and jazzy music watching the stars on the way back to your studio where you spend the next hour having the most spiritual, orgasmic sex. The moment you’re in the door, you pull at his tie so his lips smash into yours. Your hands grip his neatly braided locs, messing them up and sliding down his prickly throat while he tugs your dress over your head. You make quick work of his button up and then his belt buckle followed by his pants, pulling them impatiently as he hops and you snicker. You get as far as the kitchen counter. His body is heavy on yours pressing you into the counter and leaning you back to kiss and nip at your cleavage up to your neck and back. Your front clasp unhooks in his hand allowing the bra to fall. His hand slips into the front of your black thong rubbing, his fingers getting sucked inside of you as you hold his head, his mouth suckling your nipple, arousing you to desire more.
His tongue pushing in your mouth is distracting, he loves to kiss and he’s good at it. Your legs go up and wrap around his waist while he pushes into you, your panties pushed to the side as he breathes into your mouth. This is how you got pregnant in the first place, He strokes your thighs and kisses your neck, holding you with gentle authority. Talking you through it when you feel that spark. Telling you to “Let it out. Let it baby, let it out. Good girl. Good girl. Cum for daddy. Cum on daddy’s dick. Ooh.. Good girl, baby.”
For an hour.. until he sees the time. “Shit,” he jumps but then remembers you and kisses your forehead sliding out of your sacredness gently. “I gotta go, I gotta get back. I just came by.. I wanted to see you.”
You nod understanding. He’s a surgeon at a prolific hospital with a lot of clients who need round the clock care. He pulls 48 hr shifts.
“I’ll make it up to you,” he rushes throwing his stuff into his bag and pulling his clothes back on sloppily. He turns back from the door to give you one kiss. “Sweet,” he smiles. “I’ll call you.”
Just like that he’s out the door again. You rest on the countertop collecting yourself and breathe wondering when you’ll next see him. You should probably tell him soon.. In the meantime you call your mom and like you thought.. she’s excited. The thing is she thinks Erik should bite the bullet and commit, but she agrees you shouldn’t push him. She says to tell him soon. The longer you wait, the more convoluted things can get and you want the relationship to remain in a good place. You decide.. you’ll tell him in a week. You’ll plan a reveal and hopefully.. it’s alll you’ve dreamed of. In fact, the thought has you excited and planning already. You have notes in your phone of how you’ll do it. You spend the rest of the night after your brief shower thinking about it and playing it out in your mind down to his reaction.
When your phone rings in the middle of the night, you sleepily check the contact and smile. Erik must’ve been thinking about you too. He must’ve gotten a break at the hospital.
“Hey baby,” you smile rolling over to get even more comfortable.
“I’ll say this one time,” a woman’s voice responds to your surprise. “Stay away from my fucking husband or I WILL kill you.”
“Who is this?!” You sit up thoroughly confused at who could be playing on his phone.
“I’m the wife, bitch. Surprise surprise! This is MY family you’re fucking with and I don’t appreciate you calling and fucking my man. He may fuck you in provate but then he comes back to me and youo know why, bitch? This is his home.. with his two kids and his WIFE.”
“Where is Erik,” you demand getting angry.
“Beside me looking stupid as hell. You wanna say something,” she asks. You don’t want to believe it. You listen closely and it’s his voice in the background.. denying you. Saying he never fucked with you and that she’s crazy because he barely knows you. He took your number to be nice and she’s trippin right now. “I’m tripping,” she fusses and suddenly you’re the third party to their argument. “I don’t know what he told you,” she says, “But know he’s not leaving his wife and children for some bitch he doesn’t claim. Now I’m assuming you didn’t know because he ain’t SHIT.. and because of that I’m not there in that little shoebox he’s been taking money out of MY kids’ mouths to pay for.. whooping your ass. I’m deleting your number from this lil beat up drug phone and-”
The call drops. You don’t call back. You sit up instead staying awake throughout the rest of the night. Scenarios go through your mind. Should you call back and tell him off? If it’s her, do you apologize? You don’t want to talk to her at all. You don’t even want to talk to him. What about the baby? Should you still tell him? Do you even want him in your life and the baby’s life after hearing the things you just heard? You wipe the tears from your eyes and swallow the knot in your throat. Should you call your mom back to talk? No, you don’t really want to talk about this, it feels like a fresh wound. You slide back under the covers and look at your phone rethinking everything he’s ever said and texted to you. Never did you think it would be you in this situation. You never knew people could lie that thouroughly with no care for anyone but themselves. All the wasted time, every kind and lovely word, every I love you, every kiss and gentle touch,, was part of a crafted lie. What else had he lied about?
Somewhere in their arguing, you heard the woman call him N’Jadaka.
You scour the internet on a whim trying different spellings and it takes you the next hour but your searches finally produce social media accounts that are public. Pictures of two kids fill the albums along with random tired memes and then there’s a beautiful woman posing with the two kids. It takes some zooming because he has no selfies posted, but in the mirror reflection of the photo with the woman smiling between two small kids, you see his face. You wipe your eyes again and again until they’re raw.
You stare at that picture realizing that the child you’re pregnant with will never know him the way the kids in the photo know him. You won’t give him the chance. In fact, you don’t want him to be the father at all. The thought of him still being inside of you makes you itch. The love you thought was secured is something you never had and it hurts to be reminded. So you make a decision. No more. No more ties, no more Erik, no more baby. You’ll make an appointment tomorrow with Planned Parenthood.
The next morning you get to work in your living room with the decision in your head. Keep the baby or abort it. You already told your mom about the baby. You were so excited thinking about having a family, but now.. you scream silently pressing your temples while on a conference call with your camera off. You find the number online for planned parenthood and step away from your laptop to call scheduling an appointment. Though that part is done, you don't feel any better. You don't feel peace. You feel anger and like you're losing everything at once. It's overwhelming to feel that and work at the same time. He's taken so much from you.
You hear a baby coo loudly and Meagan apologizes and mutes her mic. The timing of it gives you second thoughts. Do you really want to lose this baby? All because of him, why should you? Just because he's a mess doesn't mean you shouldn't have this kid. Good things come from fucked up situations all the time. You decide you'll keep the appointment but that baby is coming into the world. You wanna meet them and love on them. You want to feel the pure love radiating from your blessing and take care of a tiny angel even if it's alone. You'll do it. Just you and your baby.
You decide to take a brief walk into the outside air to ground yourself and your thoughts. I walk down the steps, thinking steps ahead. Preparedness. Pregnancy books. Lamaze. And in a stroke of clumsiness, you fall. You fall down one flight of stairs and then another.. into a concussion.
You wake up in a hospital where they're afraid to tell you the news.. the news that you already suspect and have been laying in the hospital bed crying over.
Lemme tell you something! I was enjoying this story and I completely forgot this was an Aint Shit Erik story 😭😭😂😂
“I’ll say this one time,” a woman’s voice responds to your surprise. “Stay away from my fucking husband or I WILL kill you.”
The way that caught me off guard like I was the damn side chick 😭😭🏃🏾♀️🏃🏾♀️🏃🏾♀️ like holdddd up ma’am you can keep ya raggedy ass nigga and deletus the fetus
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!
Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.
Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the second part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!
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(the reader is about two and a half months at this point)
Another school week had come to a close and you still hadn't been able to have a proper meal without the aid of ginger ale by your side. your advanced placement section had just left, and most of the high school was clearing out or joining their afterschool activities. You sighed packing your books and laptop away in your tote bag. Before you could shut off your desktop you heard a soft knock on your door.
You turned around and saw Aria Evans standing in your doorway with her basketball uniform on. She was not only brilliant at academics but in sports as well. Basketball in the fall, soccer in the spring. She was guaranteed to get into a stunning university.
"Aria.' You smiled. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, I, um, I was just checking in on you. You know, from a few weeks ago." Her eyes wandered to your stomach which had started to grow at this point causing you to wrap your arms around yourself.
"I'm fine Aria, thank you." You smiled softly.
"Do you know who my uncle is?" She blurted.
you looked down at your shoes, you turned, and finished packing your bag. "No." You lied.
"I don't mean to be in your business, but I overheard my mom and him talking.' She played with the hem of her uniform. "I just wanted to know if it was true."
You sucked in a deep breath, shaking as you expelled it through your nose. "Aria, is this really an appropriate question for you to be asking me?"
"No, I guess not.' She kissed her teeth, walking towards your door. "I just thought you'd be honest is all."
You turned around to face her. "What is there to be honest about if you already know?" You dropped your arms letting your growing belly be on display.
Aria shook her head and pushed open your classroom doors, disappearing into the hallway. You sighed, throwing your hands over your face. Now that a teenager knew your secret you were certain everyone would soon after.
—
Chris was still shocked you had agreed to get coffee with him after last week's fiasco. This time he wanted it to be just the two of you. No managers, no lawyers, no drama—hopefully.
Chris had gotten a small corner of the cafe for you two to occupy. Now all he had to do was wait for you. it hadn't been long until he saw you walk in. You had your phone in your hand and you were bundled up in scarfs and a long coat, sporting a pair of boots that made your frame look slimmer.
You looked around the cafe obviously looking for him. He took the liberty to bring you to your table. Chris walked over to you and placed a gently hand on your elbow.
“Hi.” He said, a smile could be captured from underneath his Boston baseball cap.
“Hi.” You picked off a curl that hand stuck onto your lipgloss.
Chris smiled softly at you. “We’re over here.’ He felt you stiffen. “By we’re, I mean you and I.” He reassured.
“Right.’ You chuckled softly, following behind him.
“I didn’t know what you’d like. So I left the menu for you.” Chris groaned, sitting down.
“Probably just a ginger ale. I can’t stomach much else.” You explained, feeling a gaging sensation even now.
“That bad, huh?” He asked, feeling bad for you.
“Mhm.’ You nodded, focused on finding a waitress before you puked everywhere.
“Have you told anybody?” Chris sipped on his coffee that was already running cold.
“What?” You turned to look at him.
“About the pregnancy.’ He sat his cup down gently. “I wouldn’t want you going through it alone.”
“Um.’ You coughed to keep your vomit at bay. “Just my best friend Vada. My sister is at LSU, and my mom.’ You paused, not ready to go that deep with Chris yet. “Just my best friend.”
“But I know you’ve told people.” You said finally flagging down a waitress, begging for a bottle of ginger ale.
“How do you know that?” Chris’s eyes bunched together.
You pushed your lips together making them turn white, before opening them to speak. “I teach your niece aria. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a joy and one of my brightest student’s. But she did ask me if I was pregnant by you the other day.”
“God.” Chris shook his head. “I’m sorry about her, she must have heard me and my sister talking.”
“It’s fine.’ You smiled shortly, downing your first sip of ginger ale. “So what did you want to talk about?’ You burped. “Sorry.”
Chris stifled a laugh. “Just the baby, I suppose.” Chris had so much he wanted to talk about, but he wanted to take it slow with you. He could tell you were still holding back.
“What about the baby?” You asked, finally not feeling goosebumps when you said that word. You were finally bonding with your little ball of a mistake and you kind of liked it—just hoped it would stop making you sick.
“Well maybe we should set up an ultrasound, and get you some prenatal vitamins. Maybe even a home birth nurse, and a doula for after you give birth.” Chris rambled.
You took a sip of your ginger ale, laughing as your lips attached to the bottle. “Someone did their research.’ You chuckled, Chris doing the same. “I just can’t afford those things and I’m already paying high insurance for something unrelated.’ You sighed. “Let’s just start at the ultrasounds and store bought prenatal vitamins—and I’ll only have pizza twice a week.”
Chris looked you up and down, you really didn’t even think of him as an option in getting you those things. He wanted the two of you to be a team on this. He needed you to know you can trust him and he wants the best for you and his baby.
“Well, I mean I could always pay for it.’ Chris took a sip of his coffee, his blue eyes staring at you through the heat that seeped from his cup.
“Ha.’ You snorted. “That’s some really expensive stuff.’ You pulled out your phone typing away. “A doula alone is anywhere from eight hundred to twelve hundred a night.” You shook your head.
“Well I’m not on a regular salary.” He said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” You folded your arms.
Chris sat his cup down, and leaned back spreading his arms on the cushion of the couch. “Just means if we want something for our baby, I can get it.” He said, with a rough low voice. “You’re just gonna have to trust me.”
“We’ll see.’ You said, looking him up and down. “I’ll set an ultrasound for next weekend, with my new gynecologist by the way.” You rolled you eyes. “Have you done anything with Perez yet? I can’t afford to.”
“My teams working on something, she’ll get what’s coming for her. We’ll cover your butt too so don’t worry about it.” Chris said, not wanting you to stress about it.
“Right.’ You finished your bottle.
The moment got quiet for you and Chris and the air around you began to thicken as he stared at you with those ocean eyes. Reading you. Studying you. You shifted uncomfortably coughing and moving your eyes from his direct line of sight.
He spoke. “Do you still have the pills?”
You knew this question was coming. You knew how much Chris wanted this, how obviously he feared with one choice it could be over for him. It was your turn to read Chris and he looked worried, every part of his firm body softened praying your truth matched his want—his hope.
You swallowed, tucking your lips inward. “I flushed them.” You admitted.
You could hear Chris audibly gasp, it was a sound of relief. “Why?” He asked, feeling his hope rising as you spoke.
You sighed, crossing your legs the tip of your boot touching his knee cap. “Because I want this.”
Chris smiled brightly, almost too brightly. God, he wanted to hug you. But he wouldn’t. It felt like something he could maybe sneak in after you had given birth. But for now the relationship still felt professional.
“I’m so glad to here you say that.” His smile still visible under his hat.
“You really want kids?” You asked him.
“A big Boston family.” He said.
“Well I’m only giving you one, so cherish it.” You laughed a bit.
“Right.’ Chris laughed along. “And you?”
“Hm?’ You tilted your head to the side.
“Want any kids?” He asked.
“No, but I guess I do now.” You smiled somberly, rubbing your growing belly.
Chris sat up looking down at your sweater covered womb. He almost reached for it, but he didn’t want to violate. “May I?” He blurted.
Your eyes went wide. Did you let him touch you? You almost wanted to say no. But this was his child too. “Yes.” You said hesitantly.
Chris’s hand reached out slowly toward yours belly, as he gently placed it onto you lower abdomen. He couldn’t feel much physically— but spiritually he felt his child and he loved their first touch. He smiled as his eyes watered. Chris was really going to be a daddy.
“You can’t feel much yet.” You said, looking down at Chris’s large hand.
“I know. It’s firm though.” He moved his hand.
“It isn’t always like that, so I guess that’s something.”
“Why do you touch it? Your belly?” He asked.
You were starting to notice that Chris was full of questions. “Just a comfort, knowing I’m not all alone anymore. Someone’s here with me.” You were honest.
Chris nodded and the room fell silent again for you two. Mostly because there was so much both of you wanted to say but were just to afraid to say, and you’d already rested enough water for today it felt.
“I’m going to order my Uber.” You spoke up, breaking the ice.
“Uber?” Chris asked. “I can drive you.”
“No, no.’ You waved him off. “It’s fine.”
“Y/n,” Chris placed his warm hand on your knee it jump slightly. “I insist, Ubers aren’t safe anyways.”
“You don’t live too far from here anyways.” He said.
Your eyebrows furrowed. “How do you know where I live?” You lowered your phone.
Chris’s eyes went wide. Embarrassed he had let that slip. “Well when I needed to find you I hired a private investigator and I guess he went really private.” He said watching your face fold in confusion.
“You hired someone to find me?” You stood up, trying to keep your voice to a minimum.
Chris stood up too. “Well yes, how else could I have found you.” He justified.
“I’m gonna wait for my uber outside.” You shook your head, tucking your coat to your body.
Chris rolled his eyes. Boy you were a stubborn one. He followed after you catching the door you had slammed, not knowing if it was intentional or not.
“Hey,’ he jogged toward you. “Y/n, cancel it.” He sighed, holding his hands on his hips.
“Why?” You asked, not looking at him.
“Because I’m taking you home.” He pushed his Audis keys making the car light up from across the parking lot.
“You don’t have to take care about me because I’m pregnant.” You said, shoving a piece of spearmint gum into your mouth.
“I do care about you.”
You laughed, popping a bubble with your gum. “You don’t even know me.”
“Maybe I want to get to know you.’ He said, rolling his keys in his hands.
You let another bubble pop, looking him up and down. God he was mulish. “Fine.”
“Fine what?” Chris almost grinned.
“Fine you can’t take me home.”
Chris smiled. “Perfect.”
—
The ride had been quiet so far, neither of you know what to say to feel the void. Honestly your Uber would have been more enjoyment than this. You had to say his car did drive nicely, and was oddly clean.
You snickered as you looked out the passenger window, the Boston trees morphing from their summer shades to their fall ones.
“What’s so funny.” Chris asked.
“You.”
Chris looked over at you for a brief moment before focusing back on the rode. “And how am I funny, Ms. Y/n?”
“Your car, it’s just really clean.’ You picked the fuzz off your cardigan. “Does someone do it for you?”
Chris laughed, fixing his baseball cap on his head. “What you think I can’t clean my own car?”
“No, it just looks really clean, like really clean.” You expressed
“And your car isn’t?”
“I don’t have a car.”
Chris frowned. “Oh, I didn’t realize.”
“Wouldn’t call an Uber if u had one.”
“Maybe I can help you with that.” Chris coughed, rubbing the back of his neck.
The car stopped at a red light and so did you heart. This was exactly what you didn’t want to happen. Chris get whim off your financial short comings and wanting to fix everything for you. You didn’t need his help with anything but the baby.
“I can manage.” You grumbled, crossing your arms.
Chris sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that.” He rubbed a hand over his full beard. “I just meant I want to help out where I can.”
“I’ve been saving up from my other job for a while now.’ You said. “No need.”
Chris’s eyes bunched together. When him and his p.i had worked together they hadn’t found you had another job. And they out found almost everything about you. “You have another job besides teaching?” He turned into your small apartment complex.
“Yeah.” You felt the car jolt as he put it into park.
“Where? If you don’t mind me asking.” He turned his body slightly towards you.
You gathered your purse, pushing open his door. “A bar in downtown Boston. I work Saturday and Sunday nights.”
“Why?”
You laughed, holding your belly as you swung out of his low seating car. “Because not all of us can be multimillionaire actors like you.”
Chris swallowed hard. “Right. Well can you text me when you set the appointment, I want to be there.” Chris smiled.
You nodded. “Thank you.’ You said, fumbling with your keys. “For the ride.”
“Anytime.” He smiled. Watching you as you unlocked the door and entered the complex.
Chris released a heavy breath putting his car in drive and pulling off. He hated that you were working two jobs and had no car. He knew it wasn’t his place but he wanted your pregnancy to be comfortable and smooth sailing. Not filled with stress, he wanted to do something for you— a nice jester, he just hoped you didn’t take it wrong.
a/n: guys I did not expect this story to blow up, especially with my blog being so new! I appreciate all the love and support and I will definitely keep this series going with more drama and angst to ensue! But if you’d like to be tagged send me an ask it’s easier to keep up with! ❤️
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice.
Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini series. If not I'll leave it one and done.
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a month prior
Chris was getting older, there was no denying that. He was forty and still hadn’t found the ‘one,’ yet. Every relationship he had entered seemed to go in the same pattern of amazing highs and devastating lows, them all resulting in a breakup. So after much thought, he found himself jerking off over a small test tube trapping his sample inside. Hoping one day, his true love will be in possession of it and they can begin his dream—a big happy Boston family.
“We’ve put your sample in the freezer and it won’t be defrosted until we get legal confirmation from you personally.” Dr. Perez said, standing from her desk.
Chris stood up as well, holding his hand out and clasping it onto hers with a firm shake. “Thank you so much. Hopefully, that day is soon.” He smiled.
“Hopefully.” She sighed, trying not to allow her mind to wander off onto the pages of her own tragic love life.
See, Dr. Eleanor Perez and her wife Kaitlyn Perez were at faults. No fault of her own, it’s just that her wife couldn’t stop fucking cheating. Kaitlyn didn’t even have the decency not to fuck her other partners in their shared bed at their Boston home. It was becoming unbearable for Eleanor, and the only thing that was making things tolerable was the euphoric feeling she got when she finished another bottle of wine each night.
Last night was Moscato, tonight—maybe Josh, Behringer even. Whether it was red or white she just wanted to feel nothing at the end of it.
Chris walked out of the doctor's office, twirling his car keys on his fingers and unlocking his Audi, diving right into the passenger's seat. He loved the stark contrast of Boston versus the restless cities like Atlanta and L.A. Everything about Boston made him feel nostalgic and grounded—and there’s no place he’d rather been.
Chris put his car and drive and pulled out of the facility, then his mind began to wander. He was forty now and any lover he pursued would reasonably be the same age. He selfishly wanted a big family but wasn’t willing to just shack up with anyone. Chris had the vision of a big bold primary-colored relationship that would sweep him off his feet and never put him down. And he just hadn’t found that yet.
Through extensive research, he found older pregnancies were risky and if done intentionally it is better to perform in the office. So he stored his sample—he just hoped he could put it to use soon because he was craving a simple life filled with simple love.
—two weeks later—
You’d never liked the doctor's office. You’d rather be in a prison cell with Pablo Escobar taking turns drinking toilet water than end up here. Everything from the nurses, needles, and the particularly clean environment sent shivers down your spine. You wanted nothing more than to be in and out.
But today you sucked it up for your once-a-year physical, which included a pap smear, a feeling you still hated even though you’d been getting it since you were eighteen. You sat in the waiting room clutching your jacket closer to your body as the Boston fall breeze blew inside behind people as they went in and out of the building.
“Geez.’ You blew into your hands. “You’d think this place could afford heating.” You rolled your eyes feeling your phone vibrate in your lap.
Msg from Vada🐣: How’s it going? You scared yet?
Msg from Y/N: Petrified. I’m cold too. 😔
Msg from Vada 🐣: Come to my place after, I’ll warm you up with hot cocoa.
You smiled as you bit your lip typing your message to Vada.
Msg from Y/N: Stop being a better best friend than me.
Msg from Vada 🐣: You know I love competition, Y/n. Call me when it’s over.
Msg from Y/n: shut up bitch.
Msg from Vada 🐣: Call me and then I will, jerk.
You laughed shoving your phone into your purse. Most days it felt like Vada was the best thing to happen to you. she was your best friend since childhood and nothing could break you two apart, she was always there for you. Sometimes too much that it was overbearing and bothersome but with some reflecting, you wouldn’t have it any other way with anyone else.
“Y/n Y/L/n.” A nurse called, peeking her head around a heavy wooden door.
You swallowed hard, holding tightly onto your purse. “That’s me.”
“We’re ready for you.” The nurse smiled, widening the door as you walked over.
“Right.” You mumbled underneath your breath, keeping your head down.
“Alright, just head over to room number five and Dr. Eleanor will be right in.” She smiled, her eyes were wrinkled in the corner.
“Okay.” You said just above a whisper, slipping into the room.
Once the door behind you shut you let out a loud groan slipping into the cheap pink examination gown they had laid out for you. Hearing the lab desk creak at the slightest touch you climbed up onto it laying backward and scrolling on your phone hoping to desperately dissipate from this place.
You settled into a comfortable position opening Google docs and returning to one of your students essays. You worked as a high school English teacher and last week you had assigned your students to compare a modern tale rather it be from literature or pop culture to the story of Frankenstein.
You got an array of different essays, some being too bland to be the work of juniors and seniors and others making you cackle at the attempt. But one stood out in particular. Aria Evans—a junior in your A.P English class. She never seized to empress you and this essay comparing the tragic story of Joaquin Phoenix’s joker and Frankenstein almost had you falling off the lab desk at how compelling and complete it was.
Every claim had evidence to back it up, and the diction, boy was her diction strong. Her stance was firm and she supported it from thesis to conclusion.
“Wow,’ you gasped, almost laughing at how perfectly curated her work was.
“Ms. Y/n!” A voice spoke almost sending you into a frenzy.
“Huh?” You lifted up off the desk, completely unaware your doctor had been calling you for some time now.
“Am I,’ Dr. Eleanor coughed. “Am I interrupting something?” She slowly put on her gloves, her hand missing several times.
“Um, no. I’m sorry I was lost in my students work.” You said, biting your nails.
“Right.’ Dr. Eleanor slide over to you in her rolling chair. “Let’s get this show on the road.” She snapped her last glove on.
“Right.” You kissed your teeth together laying back down, hoping the process would be over shortly.
“That was quick,” Eleanor said, flicking at the syringe she held.
“What was quick?” You said, trying your best to peak down at her but you couldn’t see past your spread legs.
“Just this whole process, I thought it would at least be a year—maybe longer.” She yawned.
You grunted at the feeling of the syringe entering you. “Yeah,’ you shifted uncomfortably. “Me too.” You rolled your eyes, hating every moment of this.
“All—all set.” She slurred slightly.
“That was fast.” You sat up, clutching your bare chest.
“Yeah.’ She sniffled, tossing her gloves out. “Life usually is.”
“Yeah.” You said, watching her slumped form as she grabbed the clipboard. “I’ll send your results at the end of the month.”
“What results?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows together.
Dr. Eleanor laughed. Looking down at her clipboard and suddenly the world around her froze. Her heart began racing and her palms began to sweat. What had she just done?
“Your um, your, pap…pap smear—your pap smear results!” She blurted out louder than intended.
You took in Dr. Eleanor’s form. She did not look alright, her skin was red and almost looked hot to touch and she was sweating profusely.
“Um, oh alright.’ You said, skeptically. “Am I good to go?” You pointed at your folded clothes.
“Yep, I’ll see you in a year!” She waved, slamming the door behind her and running to the lady's room.
Once there she pulled out a sterile syringe and filled it with warm water and made her way to room six with shaky hands. She knew she needed to stop drinking before work—if she hadn’t Chris Evan's sample wouldn’t be walking out of here inside some random woman and she wouldn’t be about to inseminate a woman with warm water instead of her Husband Chris Ellison's sample.
She was just hoping faith was on her side, along with statistics. She knew you only had about a twenty percent chance of getting pregnant and you were young, only thirty years old so there was a chance your body would reject it and you’d take it as a heavy period. God she hoped with every drunk fiber in her bones that ended up being the case.
“Alright, Ellison family.” Her voice warbled. “Are you ready for your insemination?”
—about one month later—
You were not feeling well. Everything you ate you wanted to puke up, and you were seriously starting to regret ordering that sushi takeout last night.
“Never again.” You groaned into your hands.
As the bell rung your A.P English section for juniors started to pile in. You stood up and made your way to the printer gathering your papers as you felt something wet trickle down your face.
You wiped your hand over it pulling it down and taking a look. Sweat? You thought. Why were you sweating? And profusely. You shook it off just like you wanted to do your stomach ache—but that wouldn’t go away.
“Good morning amazing people!’ You greeted your class, getting grumbles or silence in response. You were used to it at this point. “I was thinking today we could go over some SAT techniques for the English portion. I know we aren’t even into our second semester yet, but it’s always good to prepare early, right.” You took a phone from your student Hunter's hand as you walked past.
“So firstly,’ you gaged as you tried to sit in your stool in front of the class. “What you should…what you should.’ You coughed, trying to shake off the dizzy feeling and ignore the floaters that covered your vision.
You stood up from the stool immediately feeling the blood rush from your brain to the bottom of your body leaving your top half numb as your vision was cut off by enormous floaters and you fell to the floor blackness surrounding you.
“Ms. Y/L/N!” Aria shouted, holding onto you as you were passed out on the floor. “Call the front desk!” Aria told her best friend Cayley.
—
You had woken up and immediately noise surrounded your ears. You were no longer in your class room, instead you were in a hospital bed with a bandage on your forehead. Fuck what happened? You thought.
“Y/n,” Vada said, walking into the room. “Thank god.” she hugged you.
You hugged her back. “What happened?” You groaned.
“You passed out at school girl.’ Vada rubbed your back slowly. “The doctors are running some tests right now.”
“Alright.’ Both you and Vada heard a voice come into the room.“Oh hello.’ The doctor said. “Y/n, how’s your head?”
“Um. Fine I guess. Is everything alright with me?” You asked nervously.
“I would say so.’ He rolled over to you. “Blood work is excellent, except one thing we picked up.”
“What, food poisoning?” You chuckled.
“No. Pregnancy.” He said.
“What?” You laughed.
Vada gasped, looking down at you with concern.
“I’m assuming you didn’t know.’ He began.
“Didn’t know what?’ His words echoed through your ears. “I’m not pregnant!” You pleaded, looking between him and Vada as tears began to rim your eyes.
“Blood test are usually extremely accurate, so I don’t see that being possible. If you need time to process, I understand.” He said.
“Time to process what! I’m not pregnant!” You yelled as your voiced cracked. “Do another test, now!” You demanded.
“The only other test we have is a urine test. Would you like that?” He rolled his eyes slightly.
“Yeah I would!” You spat
The doctor shook his head leaving the room. And just as he left the room fell into silence, before Sebastian spoke up.
“Are you seeing someone.” Vada pushed you and spoke barely above a whisper.
“What?” You turned and looked up at her.
Vada smacked her lips and tilted her head. "Are you fucking someone?" She bit her lip doing a weird thrusting motion with her hips.
You scoffed not here for her shenanigans, as a tear fell from your eye. “No, I’m not fucking anyone! Why would you—how could you ask me that!”
“I’m just wondering.” She held her hands up. “Sorry.” She felt bad.
“What the fuck is happening Vads.’ You whimpered into your hands. “I haven’t fucked anyone in months.”
Vada’s face softened as she grabbed your small hand into hers. Vada was also a single mother and had no intentions on letting you go through this alone. “Whatever it is,’ she swiped her thumb over the pad of your hand. “We will figure it out, together.” She smiled softly.
Just then the door swung open as the doctor walked in with two cups. One filled with water and the other empty and stick in his other hand.
“Alright, drink this and pee in this.” He handed you both cups.
“Right,’ you sighed, swallowing the water and getting up to go to the bathroom.
Once you finished peeing you sat back down and the doctor took your cup dipping the stick inside.
“Pink means pregnant.” He pulled the stick out and all you saw was hot pink.
“How?” Your voice cracked. “I haven’t had sex in..in months.”
"Are you sure about that?" The doctor said, leaning into you.
"If she said she's sure, she's sure, asshat." Vada’s nostrils flared.
"Vads." You said softly, grabbing her arm to calm her down. "I...I don't know how this is possible,' You struggled to keep the tears at bay. "I haven't done anything with anyone in so long."
"Maybe it's a medical miracle." You laughed wiping off your tears. "or a hormonal thing."
"Yes, pregnancy hormones.' The doctor said. "Look I can do two things for you, I can leave a message at your gynecologist's office and set you an appointment. And,' He dug into his white coat pocket. "I can give you these." He handed you a vile of two small white pills.
"What are these?" You sniffled.
"Pills to get rid of your miracle baby, if that's your choice." He explained. "You have a few weeks to think on it, Dr. Eleanor should be calling you in a few days."
He walked near the door holding onto the handle and letting his teeth sink into his bottom lip. "Congratulations."
your eyes remained moving rapidly as you try desperately to grapple with your reality. How could be pregnant, there must have been a mistake. Your eyes watered as another tear fell from your eyes.
"Y/n, what are you thinking?" Vada said softly.
"I—nothing.' Your mouth fell open. "I'm so confused."
Vada walked around sitting in front of you, looking deep into your eyes. "I'll support you, no matter what you want to do." she smiled.
You sighed, throwing yourself into her arms. Vada was always there for you and it made your cherish your friendship with her more. "I love you, Jerk." Your mumbled into her slender shoulders.
She hugged you back, pulling you closer to her and sticking her nose into your messy curls. "I love you more, bitch."
— two weeks later—
"Now, Mr. Evans I have requested you here to own up to my mistakes.' Dr. Eleanor said, wiping her clammy hands onto her slacks and avoiding Chris's intense blue eyes.
"What mistake, doc." Chris's leg bounced up and down as he grinned his teeth.
"About two months a go—I...I um,' She coughed. "Accidentally artificially inseminated a woman with your sperm." She spat out the truth.
Chris's ears began to ring and his eyes went wide. "What.' His voice cracked. "Did you just.' He paused, hyperventilating. "Fucking say."
Dr. Eleanor bit the inside of her lip squeezing her eyes shut, wishing it wasn't real. Wishing she hadn't been drunk or that she had payed more attention to her call sheet.
"In—initially I thought I had no reason to tell you. There was only a twenty percent chance she'd get pregnant.' She swallowed hard. "But she did, so."
Chris's back sunk into his seat as his nostrils flared. "She did what?" He knew what it was but he wanted her to say the words.
"She um.' Eleanor hung her head low. "She's pregnant."
Chris slapped his hand on the desk, standing from his seat. "who is she?" Dr. Eleanor jumped back. "Huh?" His Boston accent breaking through.
"I can't tell you that. Legally." Dr. Eleanors voice shook.
Chris rolled his eyes, his hands folding into a fist. "But you could legally get someone pregnant by my sperm! Someone I don't even know!' His blood began boiling by the second. "Someone I don't even trust, someone whose the very reason I came to you!" He yelled.
"You know what," He sucked in a deep breath. "We're done here." He walked towards the door. "You'll be hearing from my lawyers." He slammed the door behind himself.
"Stupid fuck." He spoke to himself as he pulled his phone to his ear. "Yeah, I need your help finding someone—but I don't know where to start."
It took a whole week for his team to find you but they did. Y/N Y/L/N. You were an English teacher at miller high school right here in Chris’s hometown. He had also found out you taught his niece Aria which didn’t help him. At all.
He’d wanted to approach you, get a feel for you. But what would he even say. ‘Hey I’m the guy your pregnant by.’
“We have to be smart about this Chris.’ His manager said to him, fluffing out his hair in the mirror. “You can’t just walk up to the girl and say ‘I’m your baby daddy, oh and by the way my name is Chris Evans and I’m a huge celebrity.” She flailed her arms about.
“I’m not gonna do that. I just want a conversation.” Chris said. “I want to talk to her, see if she’s even still pregnant.”
“And if she’s not?”
Chris sighed. “Then we put it behind us.”
His manager folded her arms, staring at him. “You want this baby, don’t you?” She asked.
“What I want, is to meet her.” Chris tapped danced around this question.
“And you will, just in the right way.’ She said. “I can’t have her leaking this to the press and spinning the story. We’ll right up a contract and give her some hush money.”
“Maybe she won’t say anything.” Chris gave you the benefit of doubt.
His manager scoffed. “Chris, baby. Do you realize who you are? You can look up your net worth online she’ll definitely talk.”
“Well how do I meet her?’ He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“We will find her and set up a meeting, if and only if she signs the contract.”
“And if she doesn’t?” Chris asked.
“Then I guess you won’t be a daddy, now will you.” She tapped his nose with her manicured finger tip.
Chris grabbed her arm. “You can’t do that, it’s not fair to me. or her.”
“Release my Prada.’ She said, feeling Chris loosen his grip. “I’m doing this for you, and your safety.”
“Is this what my protection is going to feel like, hm? Guilt.”
“Don’t worry, she’ll sign. I promise.”
—
The day had ended and it was a miserable one. You couldn’t keep anything down and your head pounded each time the bell rung. All you wanted to do was go home and kick your feet up and sip on some ginger tea.
You packed your bag slowly as a soft knock against your classroom door caught your attention. You turned around furrowing your eyebrows as a women in a pants suit and a man with a briefcase stood at the arch of your doorway.
“Can I help you?” You pushed a curl behind your ear.
“No, but we can help each other.” The woman spoke. “I’m particularly interested in you and the baby you’re carrying, and so is my client.”
You gasped, holding your stomach. “What—who, what do you want.” You said, shielding the thing you currently held in you stomach.
“My client wants to meet you, but I’m not letting that happen until you sign these papers.” She said with a straight face, putting a stack of papers and a pen in-front of you.
“Whose your client?’ You grumbled, looking at the papers.
“Sign and I’ll tell you.”
“Tell me and I’ll sign.”
She laughed, looking you up and down. “You’re a little minx, aren’t you?”
“Who is he?” You pressed further.
She looked down racking through the stack until she found her golden ticket. “Sign this and I’ll tell you, I promise.”
You looked her up and down not knowing if you should trust her. Whoever her client was he had to be big time, and you hoped he wasn’t a mafia boss. You took the pen in your hand hesitantly signing the dotted line.
“Good girl.’ She smiled. “Just letting you know that was an non disclosure agreement and if you speak anything of your pregnancy or who the father is we will hunt your ass down.’ She smiled. “And by we, I mean him.” She pointed to the large man besides her.
Your breathing hitched. “Who, is, he.” You said breathlessly.
“Ever heard of Chris Evans.”
Your eyes clutched together, the name was eerily familiar and you just wish you had a face to match.
“Um I think so, I’m just trying to recall what he looks like.” You said, pulling at your hair.
The woman looked you up and down, clearly not believing you had no clue who Chris was.
“I find that hard to believe.” She snorted. “Meet us at the address Saturday morning, he wants to meet you.”
You picked up the small piece of paper with an address on it. “Fuck.” You whispered.
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!
Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.
Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the second part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!
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You looked down at your sweaty palms as you rode the elevator up to the one and only penthouse of the address you had been given. This luxury Boston complex was one you’d never thought you’d be able to see the inside of, until now.
You were still grappling with the idea of being newly pregnant in the most unconventional way and by the most unconventional person imaginable. You sat by your beside all Friday evening looking up pictures of Chris, watching his talk show interviews and looking at his socials. You also sat at your bed side looking at the tiny vile of pills. Something in you wanted to chug them and leave this whole thing behind you, this whole nightmare. But another part of you wanted this—whatever this was.
The elevator dinged snapping you from your thoughts. You took in a deep breath. Walking toward the one and only door that existed on this floor. You walked towards the door not even getting a chance to knock on the heavy wood before it swung open revealing the blonde woman from yesterday.
“Hi little minx.” She smiled. “Come In.” She ushered you through the doors.
You gasped, looking around at the beautiful Boston penthouse. It was ten times the size of the tiny studio you rented.
“Beautiful isn’t?’ You nodded, not sure if you should speak or not. “I’m sure you’ll get a tour once you deliver that bundle of joy.”
You held your still flat belly, although you did feel a bit of resistance when you bent down lately. You hadn’t realized how fast the thing was developing. You hadn’t even fully committed to having this baby and she already expected you to bring his baby to full term.
“This way.’ She held the small of your back, pushing open a door which led into a large conference room.
The room was filled by a long black table the stretched its length. You were sat into a chair opposite from the other head of the table. The room occupied a few people that you discovered were other members of Chris’s team—including the burly man from Friday.
“So.’ His manager spoke up. “How far along are you?” She slipped into the firm leather desk chair besides you.
You stiffened, the continued reminder that you have a living being inside of you put your breathing to a halt. “I’m—I’m not—I don’t know.” You stammered, trying to find your words.
“Add that to the terms of the agreement, Skylar.’ She snapped at a woman, whose laptop was wide open along with her eyes.
Skylar typed away, pushing her glasses back up to the bridge of her nose.
“What?” You asked confused. “You’re making me sign terms of agreements?”
“Well obviously.” She laughed. “Did you think you could just get pregnant by Chris Evans and not sign any papers?”
Your nostrils flared and tears began to inflame your eye rims. “I didn’t get pregnant by Chris Evans.” You tried to hold your composure.
Olivia, his manager leaned in. Her breath grazed against your ears. “You’re right. As far as I’m concerned you’re just a surrogate.’ She pulled back, caressing your lower belly softly. “And I need you to take good care of Chris’s baby for the next nine months.”
You kissed your teeth together. “How about I just fucking end it? Hm.’ You chuckled standing up. “I’m out of here, tell your client he’s going to have to jerk off over a tube again!” You shouted, pushing out of your chair and heading towards the door.
“Is there a problem?” A voice said. One you had grown to know over the last few hours.
“Chris.” Olivia gasped, hoping he hadn’t heard your outburst. “She was just going for a drink of water.” She lied.
“No, I was just leaving.” You whipped around wiping your eyes with your palms.
You turned around and there you saw them for the first time. His blue eyes sweep over your body in awe. He couldn’t believe you were here, holding his baby. He wanted to reach out and touch your belly, get to know you, and discuss baby names. But he couldn’t, not yet. He needed a veil of protection and his team wouldn’t let that happen without one.
“You must be Y/n.’ He choked out finally, walking over to you. “I’m Chris.” He stood before you, towering over your frame, holding his large hand out for a shake.
You looked at his hand, staring completely frozen. You weren’t sure how much time had passed while his hand had just stood there, almost growing desperate for a shake.
“So you’re Chris Evans?” You ignored his hand shake, sitting down.
“Yeah.” Chris frowned, walking to the opposite side of the table and taking a seat. “I’m sorry about this.”
You scoffed. “Which this? The this that I’m pregnant this? Or the this that I didn’t know I needed my own team of attorneys this?” Your hands shook and you we’re just ramping up. “Or maybe the this that I’m just a fucking surrogate and you’re gonna take whatever this.’ You motioned to your stomach. “Is from me when it’s over.”
Chris’s jaw dropped, he could have only expected your were taking the pregnancy just about as good as he was, which wasn’t well. He knew you hadn’t fucked him and he hadn’t slipped up and gotten you pregnant. You were just a woman who got caught up in another woman’s drunken mistake.
“Y/n.’ Chris began. “You’re not a surrogate.”
“Yeah, well tell that to sinister Olivia Pope here.’ You pointed at his manager. “Having me sign all this shit when I’m fucking alone is low.’ You scoffed, your hormones doing the talking. “I should have expected that from a celebrity though—making it all about you.”
Now Chris was starting to get turned off. You didn’t even know him and were already assuming just like a majority of people did.
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough.”
Chris pursed his lips together rocking back and forth in his seat. Shutting up and letting his team do the rest of the talking.
“Before we start, do you have any questions Ms. y/l/n?” His lawyer began, licking the pad of this thumb and filling through some papers.
“Nope.” You turned your head, rocking in your seat as a lone tear slipped down your cheek.
“Okay.’ He muttered, feeling slightly bad for you. He sat a pen down besides your hand. “Here I just have the terms of agreements and the second non disclosure agreement, all the important bits are highlighted in yellow for you. Just sign the spots I highlighted in pink.”
You shook your head looking down at the tiny printed words you didn’t understand. Your face scrunched up and your lips warbled and more fast-paced tears you tried to keep up with fell. “I don’t know what any of this is saying.” You croaked.
Chris’s lawyer knew he was supposed to be on his side. But the room was silent and almost everyone had the same feeling in their stomach. Guilt. Especially Chris. He knew his team was just protecting him, but they were really screwing you, and he saw that now and you had every right to be pissed off, confused, and scared in this moment.
“Okay.’ Chris’s lawyer said. “I can help you read through some of it.” He rolled over to her in his desk chair. He took his pen to the paper, looking up at her tearful clouded eyes his stomach sinking more. If it was up to him he’d just make her sign one piece—she just couldn’t talk to the media.
But it wasn’t up to him. Olivia had drafted most of this for Chris’s own protection, and he wasn’t even sure the extent that Chris knew about it.
“This here is basically saying you won’t speak to any media or press about the pregnancy. If you do Chris has the right to sue you.’ He started, you shook your head up and down.
“Understandable.’ You sniffled, signing the line.
He shook his head. “Okay. Here just says.’ He paused making sure he read that with as much empathy as he could muster. “That after a successful full term pregnancy the baby will go to the Evans family, and you’ll be given money in return.”
You winced hearing that. Of course you hadn’t been the most ecstatic about your untimely pregnancy by one of Hollywood’s biggest celebrity. And yes you had nights where you wanted to terminate it and put this behind you. But the idea of feeling this baby grow for nine months and bonding with it and only having it to be taken away broke your heart. Chris Evans was two faced. He was a monster who was breaking your heart.
“What?” Your voiced warbled. “N—no…no!” You shouted, holding your lower belly. “I’m not going to just give this—the baby away, my baby! Because this is my baby too!’ Your voice strained.
Chris felt like shit. And he had now for the last thirty minutes he had watched you fall apart in fear. This was the last thing he wanted for your first meeting and you now undoubtedly hated him. And for good reason, the terms were too outrageous. He couldn’t take care of a newborn all alone, he figured some co-parenting would be set in place. But full-on taking this baby from a woman who hadn’t done anything wrong felt like vilification.
“Don’t sign that.’ He spoke up, fury lining his eyes.
“What?” Olivia looked at him. “Chris. Don’t.”
“No Liv, you don’t.’ He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Why would you even draft something so insane like that?” He grumbled.
“Because we don’t even know her.” Olivia rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, and she doesn’t even know me!’ Chris said looking at you, your teary eyes pulling away immediately. “This is more about your trust issues than mine. Don’t sign that Y/n, please. I don’t want to take your—our baby away from you.” He said.
You could feel the warmth of his words from where you sat, but you still refused to look at him. It was too overwhelming and the last thing you need was to be melted by those Hollywood blue eyes you had looked into all night on your computer screen.
“Chris don’t do this.’ Olivia reached her hand out and placed it onto of his boiling one. “I’m protecting you.”
“Is this what my protection looks like?’ His heart clenched as he heard you sniffle once more.
“Can I have a moment?” You stood up, wiping your eyes again.
“Yes, of course.” Chris’s lawyer coughed adjusting his tie.
Everyone watched as you slipped out of the room, crying profusely. Chris turned in his chair, shaking his head at Olivia.
“Was your goal to embarrass her?” He looked over at Olivia.
Olivia rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated groan. “No my goal is to be your manager and you’re making my job hard by caring about this nobody.” She pointed to your empty seat.
“She’s not a nobody, Liv!’ He shouted, standing up. “She’s the mother of my child for goodness sake! It doesn’t matter how unconventional or accidental it was. This wasn’t her fault and I won’t make her feel that way! I won’t scare her any more than you already have!” His Boston accent made an appearance, it always did when he was home enough—or angry enough.
“Now excuse me.” Chris walked out of the room, slamming the door behind himself.
He shook his head, walking over to his kitchen and poured himself a glass of water. He drank it wondering where you had gone—probably to the bathroom to cry more and he felt awful just thinking about it.
“Fuck.’ He said to himself, rinsing his cup out and placing it back in the cabinet. When he shut the cabinet door he noticed you.
You were outside on the balcony of his penthouse. The fall breeze whipped through your thick curly hair as you sat on one of the couches looking at the city behind you as the sun began to set.
Chris swallowed, walking toward the glass sliding door and opening it. You noticed him, turning around then turning your attention back to the Boston skyline. Chris sighed, you definitely hated him.
He coughed taking slow steps toward you. He still couldn’t believe you were here carrying the child he had always wanted. It was still the strangest miracle for him.
“Hey.” He said.
“Hi.’ You spoke meekly.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” He slide his hands in his pockets, walking closer to you.
“Yeah.’ Another tear escaped you.
Chris winced seeing that. “I’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t know all that was going to be thrown at you.’
“I’m sure you didn’t.” You chuckled, wiping your eyes and finally looking at him.
Chris took a seat besides you, making sure to keep his distance. “I didn’t. I would never want to take this from you.”
“What would you do if I got rid of it?” You said coldly. "The baby."
Chris stomach dropped, he knew about your little white pills and if he was honest he wanted to break into your home and flush them down the toilet. “You wouldn’t, right?”
You picked at the callouses on the inside of your hands. “I’m not sure, I’ve thought about it.”
“Please don’t.’ Chris begged. “I want this.”
“I don’t know what I want.” You stood up.
Chris grabbed your hand gently, sending a shockwave down your body. “Please Y/n, think about it.”
“I have been thinking.’ You removed his hand from yours, cutting off the transmission of electricity you felt.
“What can I do to make this better.” He stepped in front of you, his eyes melting into yours.
You bit your lip, pulling your cardigan tightly against your body as the breeze was becoming too much. “I—I don’t know.” You sighed, walking away and leaving Chris alone on his balcony.
—
It had been two days since the whole ordeal at Chris’s and you had signed as much as you could before you felt like you were signing your soul away. You slipped into your bed, feeling your phone buzz besides you.
Sighing you grabbed it flipping it over. You saw a notification from Instagram and quickly you opened it. You saw that Chris had followed you and sent you a DM. Hesitantly you opened it.
The blue glow of your screen illuminating your eyes and dark room. Your eyes scanned over his words your heart beating with each line.
“Hey, Y/n I'm sorry if finding your Instagram is weird, but I needed to speak to you. I was wondering if this weekend you’d like to meet up for some coffee? Just you and I and we talk one on one. If that sounds good to you just hit me back on here. Hopefully, your day was well :).
God, maybe he wasn’t as two-faced as you thought. You sighed closing your phone and staring off into the darkness of your room. You didn’t want to think about the baby anymore or Chris and his fucked management team. And the little white pills were starting to light up like a beacon of hope as they illuminated on your bedside.
it was a two-step process, and you'd never have to see Chris again.
𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 — SMUT, Spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (f receiving),
𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 — No, I didn't skip a day that's just my kinktober. No proof read! don't forget to reblog and comment! *not my gif
• KINKTOBER
Chris was never a fan of secrets, he hated them. Always saying that both of you have to be honest with each other by everything including you sexual thoughts.
You shared his opinion, but you were to insecure to tell him your desires thanks to your previous boyfriend. Who once you informed him about your kinks expressed to you how crazy you were for thinking he would do such disgusting things and you only told him about spanking.
You didn’t know what Chris thought about it, you also only had been together for a few months, so the sex was still vanilla, and Chris was a god when it came to sex. He always made sure you were okay and did nothing without your consent, he didn’t come after two minuts and made you climax.
Chris was not only good in bed, he could as well see when something upset you or turned you on. It was the moment he walked into the kitchen where you were cooking and gave your butt a playful slap.
You let out a squeak in surprise making Chris laugh at you. You felt heat creep up in your cheeks as you smacked him on the arm.
“Oh, come on don’t be so sensitive.” He teased you with amused smirk. Chris found it amusing but going after your reaction he had a theory why you had acted that way.
Over the course of the next few day he continually smacked your ass, and the reaction was always the same. You became hot and flustered, tensed up a bit.
You sat on the couch reading one of your favourite books when you felt to warm hand run down your arms from behind. Chris lowered his head down to your ear whispering. “Take off your clothes.”
Your eyes widend and a streak of heat pulled through your core. “W-What?” You two had sex before but it was always in the heat of the moment and never-. “I don’t like repeating myself sweetheart.” He growled.
Not wanting to anger him you started unbuttoning you blouse and pulled you trousers down leaving you in your bra and thong.
Chris took a good look at you as he rounded you before sitting down on the couch.
“Sit.” He ordered, you instantly did as told but apparently you misunderstood him and sat down next to him. Chris made a ‘tsk’ sound and motioned to his lap.
You quickly moved on his lap, Chris grabbed you hips and turned you on your stomache. He gently stroked your ass cheek before landing a firm slap on it causing you to gasp.
“Chris!” You breathed out surprised.
Chris hand trailed down to your core that was throbbing. “Would you look at this…that beautiful pussy is soaking wet from just a few words and a slap on the ass.” He dived his fingers inside you pulling a moan from you as his rough fingers stroked your spongy walls.
You thought he would make you come but he pulled his fingers back to your ass, painting it in your glistening wetness
The next slap was loud in your ears, jerking more at the sound of it then the sensation itself.
“How about you count these huh?” He asked not giving you a chance to argue. You nodded in response but that wasn’t enough for him. “Words sweetheart.” He told you.
You swallowed the lump in your throat and mumbled a ‘yes’.
“One.” You whimpered at the sound filled the room once again. “Fuck, two.” Chris loved the effect spanking had on you and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
The time flew by, and your ass was in a light shape of red.
“Where you at sweetheart?” He asked rubbing your cheeks softly. “Tw-Twenty.” You stuttered trying to catch your breath.
Chris looked at you deciding what he would do next, he enjoyed spanking you but his cock underneath you was rock hard, and he needed relief. Something came to his mind that he always wanted to try out.
He lifted you up and sat you properly down on his lap. “Untie my pants.” He demanded and you did as told. You pulled his cock out and stroke it a few you times before you were lifted up once again. “Pull you panties to the side.”
You fingers traced down to your cunt, pushing the panties to side as you felt your wetness.
Chris sat you down on his cock receiving a groan from him. “so fucking tight.” He mumbled. You weren’t ready for what was coming next, thinking he wanted you to ride him your expectations were high.
Instead Chris moved his hips up and fucked into your pussy. With one hit he already hit all the right spots leaving you a moaning mess.
“You feel so warm.” He grunted. “Chris…please-“ Chris gave you a harsh thrust silencing you. His hand came up to your neck gripping it, making you look right into his eyes. "I don't want to hear anything out of your mouth unless it's a moan."
Summary: you’ve been a thorn in Lloyd’s side for too long. Turned out you were wearing him down.
Warnings: smut, minors dni, daddy kink, dub/non con towards the end, creampie, rough sex, name calling, if there’s any tags I missed please tell me lol
(A/N: there’s no way I’m alone in my new obsession with Lloyd Hensen so I wrote this fic hoping others would see my vision. Unedited. Like, follow, and reblog with a comment 💜 ✌🏾)
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It was an understatement to say that Lloyd saw you as a thorn in his side.
The way you seemed to pop up wherever he may be. Trying to get your hands on the same shit as him. Who the hell did you even think you were, trying to step to him. Must have been out of your goddamn mind.
You’d fancied yourself as a “good guy.” He took it more so to mean you were just boring. Couldn’t keep up in a world like his so you had to become a whatever the fuck you were trying to do to feel like you were doing something special.
But what were you really doing aside from annoying the fuck out of him? Not much. Well except…
It wasn’t often that a man like Lloyd found someone that could keep up with him in the slightest. He liked being one step ahead in any given situation. Was a man with a plan even if those plans didn’t account for any casualties. He didn’t give a shit if people died as long as he was still living the world was blessed with his presence and that was all anyone needed.
So when you started popping up like a gnat to the finest fruit, he knew he had to squash you somehow. Not like he was against playing dirty to get to where he needed to be. Just because you wanted to be a goody two shoes doesn’t mean he cared. If anything it only made him want to get you to cut this shit out sooner.
Such a shame though. In another life he could have marveled at your beauty. Found you cute enough that he’d even be willing to make an honest woman out of you if you didn’t annoy him so fucking much. Maybe that’s what made it worse. Crushing on the enemy? What the fuck was this? Middle school?
But first he needed to find out who the hell you were working for. So far the CIA had been ruled out. You didn’t appear to be a cop. Unaffiliated with that other shmuck and his team. That was the strange part.
Yet you managed to keep up somehow. Funny how that worked.
First it started out with you intercepting a “package” he was supposed to pick up. Then you somehow ended up getting your hands on a very expensive painting that he was pretty sure was meant to be hung up in his humble abode of a mansion in Croatia. And he was pretty sure you were responsible for that building blowing up when he had his eyes on a target.
The paranoia had started eating at him. Making him feel like he always had to watch over his back. Grown men hadn’t bothered him as much as you had. Each encounter seeming to be a bigger version of the one before and that’s why he was making it his mission to destroy you.
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“I would have had her if you stupid fucks would stay the fuck out of my way!” He yelled as he stomped up their stairs. Not wanting everyone to know how things had really went down.
This was supposed to be easy as hell. Should have been an in and out if anything. Just take you out and boom he could finally move on from this game of cat and mouse. 
He had you! The two of you finally getting into it one on one when he found you alone on top of the building. Was just about to pin you down when the team came up. Making you do a quick disappearing act.
Before anyone could respond because it’s not like he gave any fucks about what excuses they came up with, he stomped up the stairs. One more move away from throwing a full blown tantrum. This shit should not be this fucking hard.
Lloyd huffed as he retreated to his bedroom. For once didn’t even want to say anything anymore. Probably because this was total and complete bullshit.
For once he wasn’t getting his way and he really didn’t fucking like it. It wasn’t like they didn’t know who the fuck you were. It was like you weren’t even trying to hide it. Of course he had the technology to crack your nothing ass passwords. It was the same for everything.
Sure there were things they had nothing on like your family and where you came from, but they knew your name. Your fucking phone number. What you looked like.
Almost like you wanted him to find all that shit. God it- it pissed him the fuck off. How he couldn’t stop staring at those photos of you. Like he was waiting for you to pop out from the shadows. Then he could finally show you just how fucking much you annoyed him.
His chest tightened as he inhaled deeply. Feeling a fire in the pit of his stomach. He can’t remember the last time something had gotten him this worked up.
How he found even more ready to finally get rid of you was that each time he looked, he found himself going over every feature. From those eyes to that curl in your lips to the cleavage you were definitely not trying to hide.
It wasn’t like Lloyd couldn’t get any woman he wanted. Of course he could. For all the things they say about him all of them wanted to know what it was like to get a piece of him. They’d be willing to put up with it for a millisecond.
Hell he hadn’t even been able to hit up his usual roaster of broads as he’d been too pre-occupied by you. Fucking, ugh!
He doesn’t know what it was. Call it a crush as disgusting as that sounds, but he found himself fucking obsessed with the idea of getting his hands on you and at this point you’d toyed with him so much he wasn’t even sure how he meant it anymore.
Maybe it was that no woman had ever given him a real challenge before. He couldn’t marry some basic bitch that wouldn’t understand his line of work. He deserved better for himself.
No, no. He wanted the type of woman that was just as ruthless as him. One that didn’t shrink down in his presence and let him walk all over. Someone that understood his vision for the world.
The only problem was he didn’t know what the fuck you were trying to do. But god he couldn’t stop fucking staring at that cleavage.
He didn’t even think he wanted to kill you first when he finally caught up with you. No, no, no. He wanted you to really feel it. Something… something that’ll make you understand his frustration.
Torture might be fun. Obviously tying you up. Getting that rope real tight. Duct tape around your mouth so he couldn’t hear a fucking peep. If he was really feeling like a dick he would really fuck around with you. Maybe stuff something in your mouth so you couldn’t even whimper.
He’d get a gag just for you. Or not give a shit and really humiliate you. Maybe shove your panties in t-
Lloyd shook his head. Not even sure about what the fuck he was thinking. Clearing his throat as he stepped under the shower head. Hoping to wash it all away.
If anything he was tired of thinking about you. You didn’t deserve this much attention from him. Rolling his head back as he tried to force himself to relax.
He didn’t like being this tense. Would definitely need a massage soon. Hmmm could get one of those girls that would give him a happy ending to do it. Definitely a good idea. He could really use the release.
What would really release him, is catching up to you. Forcing you to be the one to do it. Tying you up, panties stuffed in your mouth, maybe topless with those clamps attached to your-
Fuck what the hell was going on with his head. What was actually wrong with him. He knew he couldn’t be this attracted to some cleavage to make him lose his fucking mind. He was Lloyd fucking Hensen. He didn’t lose his mind over some random bitch.
Right?
Maybe it came from his need to absolutely over power you. Take advantage of you for once. Show you that he was the one in power. God he’d fuck you until he split you in half. That’s what you deserved.
It was like he was an autopilot. Had went from trying to bathe to getting distracted by how hard he was. God he doesn’t think he’d ever been like this before. Just raw fucking need.
Lloyd grasped it in his hand. Tilting his head back as he starting to move up and down his shaft. Fuck. Yeah what it he turned the shock on. Really get down to business punishing you.
Unlike his usual session, the two of you could be alone. He wouldn’t want those fuckheads to see those parts of you. Not to see he was totally against fucking you in front of an audience. But this would need to be something he did specially to you.
He could see himself degrading you. Telling you what a little bitch you were for taking shit shit. Fuck you like he hated you.
Fuck, he shouldn’t be thinking shit like this. And yet once he told himself to stop the feeling just grew.
That was when he heard a giggle that made him jump. Stopping what he was doing to grab the fluffy white towel to wrap around his waist.
Either you had him paranoid, or-
The banging on his door let him know he wasn’t totally full of shit.
“What the fuck do you mean she’s in the house!” He yelled. Still only in a towel and totally unprepared. Of course you’d catch him jerking off. Not that he even wanted to think about how it was you he was fantasizing about. “You stupid fucking morons! Are all of you that shitty at your goddamn jobs you couldn’t keep look out?”
He needed to get his gun and change considering you’d caught him with his cock out. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
As he went back to his bedroom he was ready to rip his hair out. Couldn’t even jack off without you trying to fuck with him. He swears he heard that little giggle. Where the hell were you.
“Hello, Mr. Hansen,” the greeting came out as a purr making him turn around to face you.
There you were sitting on his bed. The little cat suit you were wearing was taunting him. It clung to you in a way that made him almost think it could have been painted on. He wanted to wipe it all off and that fucking smirk off your face.
“You know you’re really fucking annoying,” was all he could even say. That feeling coming back in his chest. God he really did want to fucking destroy you.
You shrugged, before standing up. Crossing your arms. “So I’ve heard,” you replied. “What can I say? I don’t stop until I can get what I want.”
“Really? Because it seems like what you want is to get on my fucking nerves.”
There goes that giggle again. The same one he’d heard in the bathroom. Had you been watching him? God, and you were a little fucking pervert. Just wait until he gets his fucking hands on you “And what if it is?”
“Look, whatever you’re trying to do I need you to either step the fuck out of my way-,”
“Or?” You cut him off.
“Or I put a bullet in your ass.” He took a step closer to you.
“Figures you wouldn’t fight me like a man about it,” you replied with a smirk.
“What? Is that what you want?” He laughed.
“Well, no,” you mused. “I just thought you’d be a bit more… diplomatic.”
“Do I look like a give a shit about diplomacy?” He growled.
“True,” you replied. “I mean neither do I so at least we’re on the same page.”
“The only reason I haven’t killed you yet is because I’m curious to know what the hell your deal is.”
“I dunno, Mr. Hansen, you tell me.” Once again you purred out his name, getting a little closer to him. “Maybe you have something that I want.”
“Well, whatever it is get it out of your mind.”
You pouted. “What’s the matter? Don’t think you can take me?”
He found himself wishing he could fuck your face. Maybe then he’d get you to shut the hell up. Pretty soon the gap between the two of you had closed. You cocky little shit.
That’s when he finally grabbed you. Turning you around so he could wrap his hand around your neck. Shoving you into the wall. His towel loosening around his waist. “I think you want me to do my worst to you. That’s why you’ve been doing all this shit.”
You struggled against him as he pushed your face into the wall. You’re not gonna do shit.”
His lips getting close to your ear. “I’ve been dying to destroy you. Do not fucking test me.”
The grip around your neck tightened as he found himself pushing his body against you. A thought flashing in his mind about how he’d just jacked off thinking about this very moment. Shit.
“Is that a gun under your towel or are you just happy to see me?” You teased.
“You’re not exactly in the right position to make jokes.”
“No? Then what am I in this position for?”
“You’re not the one asking questions, you little bitch.” He could have sworn he heard you let out a little gasp. “Are we clear?”
“Crystal.”
“How did you even make it passed my men?”
You let out that fucking giggle again. “Come on, Mr. Hansen. You and I both know they’re not the most competent. Besides this is between me and you.”
He finally loosened his grip so you could turn around. Though he had you still pinned. Wasn’t about to let his guard down.
“Oh yeah? And why is that?”
“Because you have something that I want,” you replied with a shrug.
“I’m getting real fucking sick of your cryptic bullshit,” he said, grabbing your neck again. “Tell me why I shouldn’t end you right now?”
“Because you need a girl like me,” you said, then bit your lip. Were you enjoying this? You sick fucking freak.
“I don’t need shit from you,” he said.
“I dunno, Lloyd. Definitely feels like you need something from me,” you said.
As much as he was trying to annoy the affect you were having on him it wasn’t exactly easy. Considering his dick clearly wanted to make its presence known.
“Shame you didn’t get to finish taking care of that in the shower,” you added. “You know I think we’d work well together, you and I.”
He rolled his eyes. Deciding to humor you. “And what makes you say that?”
“Let’s be real, all of your men are morons. Wouldn’t it be nice if one person under you wasn’t?”
Lloyd raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. “And you’d be the person under me?” He laughed.
“I could be. In more ways than one.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it,” you said, reaching down to finally grasp his cock in your hand making him hiss. Licking your lips. “You didn’t get so worked up after our fight for no reason.”
Lloyd groaned as he let you work your hand up and down his length. It didn’t make any sense how good it felt. Damn he’d needed this bad.
Thoughts flashed in his mind again of him being the one to tie you up. Putting clamps on your nipples and turning on the electricity to watch you jolt. He wasn’t sure what kind of affect you were having on him but his dick clearly didn’t care considering it only grew harder as you worked it up and down.
A knock on the door, stopped you from taking things further. Making him look down and then up at you with a glare. Fuck. Not these idiots interrupting the two of you again.
“What?” He barked, trying to act like things were normal.
“We can’t seem to locate the target,” one of his guards told him, trying to look everyone else but him as he stood in front of him, not having bothered to cover up.
“Well, keep looking and don’t come back until you’ve got her. I shouldn’t have to do every fucking thing around here.”
As he slammed the door in his face he turned back to see you back on his bed. God he still wanted to wipe that smirk off your fucking face.
He found himself grabbing your face. Squeezing your cheeks in his hand and bringing your head up. “If you want this, let’s get one thing straight. I’m the one in charge. I sign off on every goddamn thing you do. Am I clear?”
“Crystal,” you said again.
That was when he leaned forward. Finally closing the gap between the two of you as he finally put his lips to yours. You putting your hands on his shoulders as he brought your leg up so he could grind his hardness into you.
Quickly pushing you away, by grabbing your neck again. “Hope you like it rough, Dollface, because I don’t plan on showing you any mercy.”
“You promise?” You pouted at him again.
God he should have known you were a little fucking slut. “Is that what you’ve been wanting? That’s why you’ve been pissing me off. Needed me to fuck the annoying out of you.”
“Uh huh,” you whimpered.
“Beg for it. You don’t get to just have my dick after all the trouble you’ve caused.”
Before you could even say anything, you got on your knees looking up at him. “It’s prettier than I thought it’d be.”
“Yeah?” He groaned.
“Mhm,” you hummed out. “Can I please put it in my mouth? Been wanting to suck it so bad. Can I? Please? Can I suck your dick, Sir.”
Lloyd knew that as soon as he said yes, his brain would shut off. Was he ready for that? To have his guard down around you.
“Hold on,” he said.
You groaned. “What?”
“Because just because you look like a good like cock sucker doesn’t mean I trust you.”
Another pout came on your lips. “Fine.”
“Ever sucked dick with a gun pointed at you?” He asked as he came back with his firearm in hand.
Fucking whore he could see you salivating. “No, but there’s a first for everything.”
Lloyd groaned when you finally put your mouth on him. Sucking him like you’d done it a million times before. Fuck you were good with your mouth. Had him thinking that damn maybe he did need a little freak like you around.
“Fuck,” he put his hand in your hair. “You’re a good little cocksucker.”
“Think so?” You asked him as you pulled off.
All he did was glare at you. “I don’t think I told you to fucking stop.”
With that he tightened his grip in your hair. Forcing himself back into your mouth. You wanted to do this? Then you would have to take him exactly like he wanted you to.
He pushed you back so your head was against the bed. Pinned in between the mattress and his hips. You wanted to act like a thirsty little bitch for him, then he’d treat you like one.
Lloyd Hensen could be a very cruel man and sex was no different. He wanted to dominate. Show no mercy. Maybe you were the perfect candidate to be treated like this. Not like he hadn’t already been thinking about it.
He moved his hips so he could fuck your throat. Laughing to himself as you gagged around him. Finally letting you off so you could breathe.
“Get up,” he demanded grabbing you by your hair again, so he could toss you on the bed. Still in that little suit and he needed to get you the hell out of it.
Hurrying to take off the thigh high boots because the quicker he could have access the quicker he could fuck you like he’d been wanting to. Something about a woman doing all this shit to impress him made him only want to fuck you more.
As soon as your skin came into view he got to nipping at your skin. You were so damn ready for him. Maybe it was because of all the fighting served as a kind of foreplay for him. Maybe you were onto something.
“Lloyd,” you gasped, putting your hands in his hair. Tugging at it as he started kissing your stomach. Pushing you down so he could move to your thighs.
Bringing your legs up so he could finish taking you out of your suit. His lips going to your tits as he climbed on top of you.
“Ugh!” You moaned.
Fuck you sounded so pathetic, but he kind of liked it. Wanted to bring it out in out more. Take you down a few notches. Make you really feel it.
Fuck what the hell were you doing to him. Was he really planning on keeping you around. After all of that? Right now he had the upper hand and instead of taking you down to his men, he was about to fuck the shit out of you. And you were a very willing sex toy.
Maybe a part of him was flattered even. All he knows is you did look sexy as fuck. Ready for him to use you however he pleased. But first…
You let out another pathetic noise as his tongue touched your clit. What can he say? He wanted to know what you tasted like.
And fuck did you taste good.
“Fuck me, please,” you sobbed out.
“Yeah? And why should I do that?” He asked, pulling away. Keeping his fingers inside of you so he could twist them inside of you. “I could get a million other bitches on my dick. What makes you so special?”
“Cuz I think you like the challenge,” you replied.
Lloyd rolled his eyes. Couldn’t argue with that one. That was the worst part. Instead he pushed you back down to climb back on top of you. Keeping your legs up so he could still finger fuck you.
“Fuck!” You gasped into his mouth as he started kissing you again.
“That’s it,” he hissed. “Little slut. Did all this shit for my attention. So fucking desperate for me. You just wanna get fucked that bad.”
“Uh huh,” you breathed out as you tensed up. Could tell he was getting you on the edge and he wanted nothing more than to push you there.
“Fuckin’ cum for me,” he said. “Cum all over my fucking hand.”
The way your body jolted as you squirted out. Trying to find something to grab onto as he took you over the edge. Damn you were getting his sheets all messy. Nasty little slut.
“This what I do to you?” He asked.
“Yeah,” you cried as you finally clawed at his shoulders. “Oh god! Oh my god!”
“That’s a- that’s a good bitch keep cummin’ for me,” he hissed into your ear.
You let out another one of those embarrassing little whimpers. “I- ugh- god!”
While a part of him wanted to keep doing this another part wanted to feel this wet little pussy creaming on his cock. Watching as your grool covered his hand.
Lloyd smirked at it and then back at you. Chuckling to himself before smacking it onto your face in a sharp slap. Making you let out a little squeak before he smacked one of your breasts. Fuck be was having so much fun disrespecting you. It was exactly what you deserved after all the trouble you’d caused.
And god was he planning on fucking you like it. He’d get to the other punishments later. For now he was gonna let his dick tell you all you needed to know.
He dipped the head of his dick into your wetness first making you mewl. Fuck you were so ready for him. And he was ready to give it to you.
“Oh, fuck!” You cried when he finally slammed in. As if he was about to go easy on you. He’ll savor it later. Right now he needed to hate fuck you.
“Acting fucking crazy just so you can get my dick. Wonder what’ll happen when you’re fucking addicted to it for real,” he said into your ear.
“Lloyd!” You squeaked scratching his back. “Yes!”
He was so deep. Definitely trying to rearrange your guts. You scratched at his shoulders. Practically clawing at him.
He grabbed the back of your head, bringing it up as he pressed his forehead to yours. Your deep breathing fanning across his face as
“This what you wanted, huh?” He asked with a groan. Fuck you felt good all tight and snug around him. Only getting worse as you clenched around him. “You gonna cum for me?” He asked into your ear next.
“Yes, Daddy,” you cried.
“That’s it. That’s a good little bitch. You know who your fucking daddy is don’t you,” he groaned. “Cum for me, Baby. Cum all over daddy’s dick.” He hissed as you did as he told you. Screaming out with tears in your eyes.
Lloyd pulled out, but didn’t let you get comfortable in thinking he was going to let you take a break. Instead he just grabbed you again, snatching you close so he could pull you into his lap.
“Come here,” he said, grasping your hip as he positioned you on top. Not giving you anytime to recover from your orgasm as he worked you up and down his length. Slamming his hips up so he could meet every thrust.
You pushed his hands away, getting on your feet so you could take better control. Lloyd let out a moan as you started riding him just fucking right. Like you’d done this a million times before.
He tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he got comfortable underneath you. He’d be lying if he said he’d felt a woman feel as good as you did. The way your pussy tightened around him. How wet you were. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t the only one about to get addicted.
He grabbed your ass as you leaned down to kiss him. Gripping your flesh as he moaned into your mouth. Fuck. He was not about to be able to hold on at all.
“Shit, I didn’t put a condom on. Lemme cum on your face,” he groaned as he tried to push you off. Instead you stayed firmly on top of him. If anything riding him a little harder. Slamming your pussy down his dick like you were trying to force it out of him.
You shook your head as these gasps came from your mouth. “No.”
“Get- fuck!” He groaned as it started to hit whether he liked it or not. His eyes rolling to the back of his head. “That’s it, Baby, fuck you’re riding me so fucking good.” He groaned.
You put your hands on his chest, holding him down as he succumbed. “You’re mine!” You purred as he felt it hit cumming deep inside you. Not stopping until every last drop of him was milked from his cock and inside of you. Even sinking down a little deeper like you were trying to make sure you got it all. Breathing all heavy as you fell off of him finally.
Lloyd looked at you, unsure of what he was supposed to do next. If he’d been expecting for you to be the one obsessed, he had another thing coming apparently. But that’s why men shouldn’t stick their dick in crazy, he was bound to get hooked.
A very loose interpretation of Hero & Leander, a Greek myth, but make it Cult. Original character Quin x Chris Evans. Surprise! This is my 2nd Chris Evans fic.
Chapter 1: Blood on the Altar
“Black clover, black as night. Black sand. Pure honey, sweet and earthy. Rose petals. Quil of a snowy peacock, white as the fresh snow, dipped in the blood of a young owl. Halved and displayed.”
Carefully Quin submerged the feather into the crystal chalice and pulled it out soaked with blood, laying it on the large table of smooth granite with the other offerings.
“Fresh placenta, less than 24 hours old. One round, smooth pearl.” The items sat in an artful display. “Lastly, a lock of hair.” In a swift movement, she cut a healthy, long, black curl from her own head and placed it among the other items, her supple and manicured hands raising in worship. “Please, honored goddess, accept these as gifts from the depths of our hearts. Honored goddess, look upon your priestess and see to this clear heart, that I come with love and no regret. I offer myself freely to you, withholding nothing. if you should see fit to bestow us with your protection, fertility, fairness, and long life, we will honor us.”
With her head and arms raised, Quin tarried until sweat seeped into her eyes and soaked her skin and her ceremonial black robe. Her body trembled, exhausted and drained of all energy. She hadn’t eaten solid food for a week, consuming only fluids and jello. For the past 24 hours, she’d had nothing at all. Accompanied by only large statues of Raysha and marbled pillars in the vast, cold, and ornate temple, she writhed on the cold marbled sheets of tile with no one to witness, not even her attendant who was waiting outside of the guarded door. She was trembling and weak. Tears rolled down Quin’s cheeks and she continued to pray, for if the goddess Raysha were to reject her offering, the Celestial Order would be in grave danger of her wrath. She rocked and removed her robe, standing naked before the altar. Her fingertips dipped into the blood and slid down her face, down her body as she prayed and covered herself.
“Give me wisdom, honored goddess, to serve you more completely so that you may find favor with your priestess.”
Only she, as the priestess, was considered clean enough to touch these offerings. As the priestess, she longed for the goddess’ approval more than her own life. She prayed until she received a sign. Mental Clarity. She could feel her mind becoming one with the goddess.
“Now to my goddess of beauty, please bless these candles,” she prayed touching each black candle left displayed for her, 20 in total. “Now to my goddess of fertility, please bless the oil,” she prayed hand-filling each glass bottle with a special mix approved by Raysha. She drizzled in bits of the black sand.
Satisfied, she took a sip from the chalice of blood and closed her eyes to dissociate from the taste. She followed up with a second chalice of red wine, taking a sip and said her thanks, leaving the blessed items arranged on their respective shelves. She fixed her robe onto her body once more. She covered her face and head and hair with a holy mask of black fabric, covered in cream pearls.
Pushing open the double doors of the large open temple, she emerged and looked left and right at her two guards who were also dressed in black robes adorned in gold symbols as a display of their title. Unlike Quin’s, their robes didn’t have a train. Only quin had a train. Only Quin wore a mask of pearls to represent the infinite stars. Like the stars, The Celestial Order of Raysha was infinite, their power and influence widespread all due to the honored goddess. They had the secrets of long life, bragging of members who were over 130 years of age in perfectly good health. They had the secrets of beauty, which were highly sought after by the rest of the free world. Prayer candles for beauty, blessed by the priestess’s hand, sold for thousands a piece and paid for the beautification of the temple and the entire Church of the Celestial Order of Raysha. Fertility oils blessed by the priestess sold for even more than the prayer candles.
As two young, only a few months ago inducted, members of the celestial order arrived bussing the corner in their black scrubs, they quickly slowed to a respectable pace and posture. They still needed training on punctuality and respect for the temple and its practices. “Had this been a more time-sensitive matter, we’d all be dead,” Quin spoke with great irritation, standing straight as they bowed for her forgiveness and release, not daring to look up. Here she was tarrying on behalf of them all and they couldn’t even arrive on time. “What are your names?”
“Jasmine,” said the one to her left. “Katrina,” said the other. Quin frowned in near disgust, though they could not see her face through the mask. They were more afraid of her than offending Raysha.
“Clean up the mess in the temple before it attracts flies."
"Yes, priestess."
"Did I say stand here and kiss my ass? Move.”
“Yes, high priestess.”
“One more thing,” she said, giving them pause. “Be late again and you don’t want to know the consequences, this is your only warning. There’d better not be a remnant of blood or dirt left on that altar."
"Yes, p-"
"I'm not finished. Sanitize like your life depends on it. It does.”
A snap of her fingers brought her attendant, Fayth, to attention, a cue to follow at Quin’s side.
Clacking through the hall in her Versace black booties, her train flowed following her as she was escorted to her room of the past 10 years. Instantly she pulled off her mask and began to strip, Fayth gathering her robe to launder. Only in the privacy of her room could she show her face in full comfort.
"Fayth, where is my dinner," Quin demanded, still weak and shaky.
"My apologies, priestess, your steak was rare. I had it sent back and cooked to medium-well, new kitchen staff."
Quin sighed, choosing to take a shower while she waited. She cleansed her body of the blood and dirt and sweat, using a custom blended soap, scrub, and skin butters made by her mother's aesthetician, another high ranking member in the Celestial Order. Quin’s parents, Angela and Gregory, were Council Members, two out of 9 elites who determined the laws of conduct, carried out punishments, allocated funds, and managed the care of the church.
Angela and Gregory Bledell, like the other council members, were bluebloods born and raised in the Celestial Order as were their parents, both sets, and their parents, both sets. And so on. The Bledell line had a library of ancient scrolls, tablets, tomes, and books thought to have been lost to civilization. Just a page of each book was worth more than a millionaire could offer.. and they had offered, but the library was off limits and practically nonexistent to anyone who wasn't a Bledell.
When Quin wasn't praying, she was reading.
She knew the gospel of Raysha as well as she knew her own name.
"Finally," she sank naked into her chair at her private table, in front of the food. She moaned at the deliciousness. The steak was seasoned to perfection. "Ugh!" The taste was orgasmic.
"You lead prayer in fifteen minutes," Fayth recalled regretfully cutting into Quin’s simple joy. Quin ate quickly and silently for the next few minutes, wiping her mouth and leaving the remainder of her food behind to redress in a new black robe, still with her signature train and pearl mask covering all. Emerging from the room to stride down the long sprawling halls and staircases to the public shrine located on the main floor of the church. This floor was public and at any given time, women could wander the concourse, read from the sacred public library, or sit at the shrine. She was still weakened but maintaining the air of a respectable priestess as she passed the female church custodians. A crowd of approximately 30 women of mixed ages awaited her arrival, bowed on their knees on the black carpet before the shrine.
"Raise thy head toward the infinite stars for what you see is an illusion. Be blinded to the world as in thinking only of how you might please our honored goddess. Raysha is love, beauty, longevity, fertility. As a woman, you must submit your body to beauty and Motherhood. Submit your womb to birth as it is intended to do. Clean yourselves twice per day as I've instructed you, with prayers on your lips. When you make love, hold nothing back."
Women in the Celestial Order were servants to their household, meant to birth and keep things peaceful and tidy. They were seen and not heard. It was the way things were. Men were the head and the driving power. They worshiped Raysha's stern male counterpart, Gamba. Gamba required them to be responsible men of solid upbringing. Gamba required his own sacrifices from them. They worshiped on their faces and tore their skin with blades in his temple. Raysha approved of this order.
Quin turned to the stone statue of Raysha with long curls covering her bare breasts, pearls on her head, and roses in her hands. Her baby, Pran, sat at her ankle. Quin led a prayer that lasted five minutes, turning back to bless each woman with a gentle hand. "Serve your husbands well and raise your children with respect for the goddess."
"Bless you, priestess," they spoke in unison. Quin made her exit, hearing her name in the concourse. Only two people could use her name.
"Mom," she turned, finding the woman draped elegantly in a black hooded robe and heels, a white mask on her face. The emblem on her robe demanded respect.
"You performed the sacrifice of recompense, you must be exhausted."
"I am," Quin admitted, following her mother to the office which hosted council meetings when the council visited. The council was mostly men. Her eyes searched the masked and hooded room trying to determine which was her father.
"High priestess," she was greeted and offered a seat at the table. She nodded and her mother's black gloved hand guided her to the open seat next to her. For 10 years, Quin had been high priestess, but she'd only been invited to council meetings a handful of times. She listened as they discussed an upcoming festival which was to be hosted in the two churches simultaneously. The public would be allowed in to intermingle and celebrate Gamba and Raysha at the same time. The hope was for more marriages and more babies born into the Celestial Order.
"So average people from the city would pay pennies in entrance fees," Quin spoke up in dissent. "It's a slap in Raysha's face."
"Raysha would love the dancing, live urban music, and an endless buffet of food," a male member rebutted.
"Dancing to please the deities is the only worthwhile dancing," her father spoke up in her favor.
"The allure of the church draws enough skeptics. The public doesn't have a proper reverence of the goddess," Quin argued.
"It would be less about celebration and more of a common, tasteless, block party," her mom offered.
"What's next, a circus? Canned spray cheese? Why not turn the concourse into a motel?"
"Is that what you all want? Common street trash breeding in the holy temple?"
Those in favor looked at each other, set on hosting the festival. Quin and her parents' conservative opinions were outnumbered.
When you call Prince's mother Kelendria for the umpteenth time, it's for your records since Ms. Girl is so tough to reach.
She'd made a point to tell you at the start of the year she was "elbow deep in guts around the saving lives so between 8 and 3 he is your problem." The word Bitch sat on the tip of your tongue but you bit it for the sake of your job, your class, and the 5'5 pubescent terror known as Prince Stevens.
"Who's this?"
"Mr. Stevens. This is Ms. Y/N from Medgar Middle, Prince's teacher."
"Call Kelendria."
"I'M CALLIN YOU," you rush. "We need to discuss Prince's behavior before it gets too bad."
"Behavior? ..He acting up in class?"
"Yes! I need you to meet me at the school to discuss solutions. When is good for you?" Your pen clicks to record that you spoke with him because you're sick of parental bullshit and they need to be responsible for their kids.
"3:15 tomorrow, I gotta take leave. Keep him there for me."
"BRING ACETONE!"
You roll your eyes leaving behind your empty classroom and the dick drawn on Prince's desk. Tomorrow is the day it gets dealt with.
The next day is math drills. Review, review, review. You deal with the average middle school angst, self discovery, and choas. Girls drowning you in a mix of Bath & Body Works that still won't combat the underarm funk in the room and hallways. You put 10 problems on the board and call 10 kids to solve them, Prince as #10. Just as expected.. his lil smart ass refuses to participate.
"When we gonna use this?"
"Sometimes you gotta do work and not ask a thousand questions or you lose time and money," you sigh since he wanna get real. "You also need it to pass my class."
"It's bullshit."
"Language! Don't make me tell you again, Prince you tapdancing on my last nerve."
"When is David gonna use this," he points, "when he's working at Burger King? McDonald's makes you factor fuckin equations now?"
"Strike 2, you can have an opinion but you won't disrepect me or this class. I will kick you out if you continue or you can go up to the board and solve for #10."
"Relax, you make 35,000 and that's probably generous."
"Office. Now. I'll get with you later."
The dick on the desk, the smart ass comments, refusal to participate, disrespecting his peers has got to stop.
"Fine, by the way Jackson you moved the 2 and you should've moved the 2x, you're supposed to isolate the variable. You know, get it to one side? ...Dumbass."
"OFFICE."
"Enjoy your village of idiots."
3:00 doesn't come soon enough. Prince tries to barrel by you and leave with his classmates but he's got detention and he's picked the right one to push. Y'all bout the same height, kid where.
"SITYOASSDOWN," a militant voice barks from behind you nearly sending you to God early. Prince rolls his eyes but you notice he sits his ass down quickly. "Put your hands on your teacher again you gone have to fight me and I'm a knock the teeth out your mouth. You hear me? Boy don't-"
"Yes sir," Prince sighs from his desk. You move to the side to let his fine ass father in and he points to the grafiti dick.
"You do that? ..That was a question."
"That's why I asked for acetone," you say when Prince shuts down nonresponsive. "That's been on the desk now for 2 days."
"Get up. Take this," Mr. Stevens orders his son who does it without lip. "Clean it up. And this classroom. I'm a deal with you later, but I'm a talk to your teacher."
You lead him to the hall and share all that's been going on, including your inability to reach his mama. They're split apparently and Kelendria has been putting all her anger into working. Some of that anger fell to Prince causing him to take it out on you and his classmates.
"We both work full-time, but you can call me going forward. Here's my cell phone," he recites the number as you plug it in and save it wondering if he always looks at people like this. Those smiling eyes like he's only got eyes for you in that very moment.
If he wasn't still married to Prince's mama.. No, not even then, he's still a parent of one of her students..
Still he is 90s fine, that fine that's hard to come by.
"Aside from his behavior, Prince is really smart for someone his age. I think he's bored in class. That could also be a reason for his impatience.. I've been giving him 10th grade math assignments to keep him busy but he's finishing that quickly too now."
"You saying I should skip him?"
"Well the school doesn't initiate any of those processes but if you were interested, I'd say it's an option."
"Okay," he nods taking it in, "Well I'm free some days after 5. I'd like to meet you somewhere for dinner, my treat, that way we can discuss it further."
"Oh excellent," you smirk feeling like it might be a sign. If Prince ain't your student you can flirt with his daddy.. but then again when would you ever see his daddy... DILEMMA.
"Ok let's make it soon, this week."
"Tomorrow."
He smiles. "Perfect.. You know, I might have to go a lil easy on the kid if acting up means we get to meet like this." He moves to look in the classroom finding it clean with Prince still scrubbing at the desk having gotten most of the marker off. "Finish that and let's go!"
Summary: You’re living a suffocating life and you finally find breath in Masego.
Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! I’m finally back with another chapter. I really struggled piecing this chapter together so I really hope you guys enjoy! Leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary, I love you guys so much! Enjoy!
Micah’s eyes left yours for a brief moment. He inhaled and leaned his head back on the wall and readjusted his shades on his face. He watched his calculated chaos unfold in the elevator which gave him much delight.
“You know I told you my name…” he said while raising a finger and wagging it dramatically.
“You even told me your boyfriend’s name, but you never told me yours.” he continued.
You slowly pulled off your rubber yellow cleaning gloves one by one and tossed them on the supply cart. You crossed your arms and leaned back on the wall behind you letting your eyes trail the many lit elevator buttons.
“Charisma,” you answered with a subtle smirk on your face.
“Charisma? You know I’m full of that,” he said while placing his right hand on his chest proudly.
Again, you found yourself laughing. You shook your head and rolled your eyes towards the ceiling before eyeing him once more with a half-smirk.
“That I can clearly see,” you answered.
“You know what I want to see right now?” he quizzed while pulling off his black shades and stuffing them in the pouch of his all-black hoodie.
“Indulge me,” you responded completely intrigued.
“Me and you having lunch,” he said while waving his hands in the air theatrically as if he was actually visualizing it.
“So, are you hungry, lady?” he asked with a raised brow.
You inhaled silently and eyed the elevator for a short moment. Letting your eyes wander from wall to wall. Finally, you fixated on a painting that rested on the wall behind him. You’ve seen this painting a thousand times before but today, for whatever reason, it caught your attention. You admired its simplicity which made it even more elegant. You visually found pleasure in the contrasting colors of blue and red. The uneven brushstrokes seemed to tell a story that mirrored yours. It was a painting of a cup that was half-full. Or was it half-empty? Looking past Micah you spoke lowly.
“If I told you a secret, would you keep it?” you asked still eyeing the painting.
“Absolutely,” he responded.
“This is the most I’ve laughed in a while,” you admitted while swallowing slowly. Now locking eyes with him, you continued to lean on the wall behind you for support. You bit down on your bottom lip nervously and waited for his response.
“And why is that?” he questioned.
“Life hasn’t been so kind to me lately. I’m figuring things out - figuring me out actually. So I don’t know if I’m the perfect candidate to have lunch with.” you said while changing positions. This time, you shifted your weight off of the wall’s surface and placed both hands on the supply cart. You watched the elevator doors close and open. The classical music playing in the background seemed to intensify. Or maybe this moment was intensifying?
“I have a secret too since we’re sharing,” he admitted. You enjoyed his speaking voice. It oozed calmness and embodied serenity.
“I saw you last night at the club. You looked beautiful by the way. While I was on stage, all I wanted to do was dive in and save you. I would take you away if you’d let me. Lunch is just the first step.” he said while eyeing your frame subtly.
Your heartbeat quickened as your palms grew sweaty. He watched you like you were the only thing that mattered. His intense, penetrating eyes piercing right through made you weak. It scared you but intrigued you.
“You’re famous. You whisk away every girl that you find pretty?” you quizzed trying to make sense of it all. Just last night, you had a man that refused to touch you. Just hours ago, you were neglected in every way that you could think of. And now, you have a caramel kissed man standing in front of you treating as if you were the purest diamond. As if you were rare, unique, and completely hard to find.
You watched a smile dance across his full lips. He shook his head and licked his lips before answering.
“I hate being famous actually. For many different reasons that I, unfortunately, don’t have enough time to tell you. We’re running out time lady.” he said while watching the elevator buttons. “It’s hard finding authenticity in people. It’s hard finding real love, real emotion, real music - I can literally go on and on. Everyone hides behind facades and masks. You’re different. You’ve always been you it’s just no one was insightful enough to pay attention.” he continued.
You finally reached your destined floor. The doors opened and you felt your heart sink. You didn’t want him to go.
“Thank you for making me smile today,” you said softly.
“Best believe, it was my pleasure. See you around Charisma,” he responded while holding the elevator door open for you. You reluctantly exited the elevator and waved him goodbye.
——–
After a tedious day of working hard, you decided to attend your appointment with Tiffany, your trusted therapist. After the loss of the baby, you’ve been seeing a Tiffany inconsistently. By nature, you were instinctively self-reliant due to your own insecurities and the insecurities forced on you by others. Desmonde thought it was a waste of money and your friends who you barely speak to now had their own speculations. You viewed Tiffany as a human diary, holding your precious secrets - holding your darkest memories. There were times where you made progress and had these astounding revelations ready to make leaps and bounds in life and unfortunately, there were times you left feeling the absolute same. Consistently, inconsistent with your mental health, with your emotions, with your goals, and with your dreams. Maybe you cared too much? Too little? Maybe you were broken beyond repair? You grew up in a single-parent household where your mother showered you in the healthiest love and attention. Every time you needed her she was there. Constantly, going over and beyond for you - with you. But with her passing at the tender age of 20, it seemed as if life came at you like a raging storm. Quickly, devouring you piece by piece and brick by brick. At 21, you dropped out of college. Working like a dog and living check to check. At 21, you met Desmonde and fell for him and by 22 you were pregnant. Now at the new fresh age of 23, you were alone again.
Tiffany opened her office door and greeted you with the brightest smile. She wore a sky blue buttoned blouse and grey slacks. She wore her hair down making her amber highlights easy to notice. You greeted her with a smile and a warm hello before entering her office. Casually taking a seat, you noticed that she redecorated. Had it been that long since you’ve been here?
“How are you feeling today?” she asked while opening her mustard yellow notepad.
“Confused,” you said while tugging at the sleeve of your dark red hoodie.
“Hmmm. Why is that? Oh, and happy belated before I forget,” she quizzed attentively.
“Thank you. I actually broke up with Desmonde on my birthday. I don’t mean to make it as aggressive as it sounds. I just didn’t know how else to um say that.” you admitted still fidgeting with your sleeve.
“What brought this on?” she asked now actively scribbling in her notepad.
“At this point, I’m convinced it was inevitable,” you answered now making direct eye contact.
“How so?”
“He didn’t touch me, nurture me, educate me, push me - He didn’t do a lot of things. My cup was always half empty with him.”
“You’ve been together for quite some time, right? So why did you stay? If he didn’t water you or stimulate you? Why give him so much of your time?”
“I stayed because I thought he was what I deserved,” you admitted.
“Why do you think you deserve to be wilted and neglected?” she questioned.
“That’s a question I keep asking myself honestly,” you responded.
“It sounds like this break up with Desmonde brought self-awareness to you,” she suggested.
“Can I ask you something?” you quizzed.
“Of course,” she answered smiling meekly.
“I’m naturally closed off. But today, I had the deepest conversation with a stranger. What does that mean?”
“What did you talk about?”
“I admitted to him that I was practically unhappy,” you said while finally resting your busy hand. No longer messing with your sleeve.
“That’s very interesting. And his response was?”
“His response was that he would rescue me if I’d let him. And the crazy thing is I believed him,” you said feeling a smile grace your lips.
“This stranger sounds like quite the charmer,” she said smirking and taking more notes casually.
“His name is Micah. He’s a guest at the hotel,” you admitted.
“So not a stranger then?” she quizzed.
“ An acquaintance I suppose?” you replied.
“So, you’re questioning why you’re doing something that’s typically out of your guarded character? Yes?”
“Yes,” you stated.
“Maybe subconsciously you want something different. Different responses attract different reactions. You put out a different response because internally you’re longing to break routine. After feeling half-empty for so long, it’s only normal to crave to feel full.”
“He asked me to lunch. I declined at first of course. But now, I’m reconsidering because of note he left me while I was cleaning his room.”
“What did it say?” she asked completely enticed.
“I-I have it in my pocket. I’ll read it to you.” you stuttered.
Slowly pulling the note from your pocket, you cleared your voice and read it aloud.
“Listening to music doing nothing but thinking of you. Thinking of your body and how it was handcrafted by God. Each curve sexier than the last. My mind keeps reminiscing about your sweet smile and how it fiercely ignites me while softly illuminating my soul. Those soft plump lips begging to be kissed on. I never have seen a woman so radiant. I’ve never seen eyes so captivating and so pure. I continuously watch you - study you in hopes that I can understand your beautiful complexity. I can see the brokenness. I know we barely know each other, but everything happens for a reason. I hope that you’ll let me kiss you in every area that he’s hurt you. But first, let me be a friend. - Micah”
Before you knew it, tears streamed down your cheeks connecting down to your chin.
“Why are you crying Charisma?” Tiffany inquired.
“I haven’t had a friend in a very long time,” you answered honestly.
“There is no perfect way to heal. Healing comes in many different forms. It can come through isolation, art, family, new scenery, and friends. Charisma, maybe it’s time for a friend.”
You nodded in acceptance and quietly thought to yourself about the painting from earlier. Cup half-empty or cup half-full? It’s all open to interpretation. All you knew is that you’re ready to be full. To be whole.
Interrupting your thoughts, Tifanny posed a question.
“So what do you say Charisma?”
“I say, it’s a date. I need a friend more than I need anything else right now. It’s a date.” you answered.
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