Her pregnancy scheme

Hope

Chapter 3

It's been five days and Marcus hasn't called or dropped a text. He has been taken away by his pride and mistress that he's forgotten how I feel about all this.

I have never been more determined to go through with the plan. I can't stand seeing another woman take Marcus away.

My fingers tap against the bar top as my eyes roam around the room searching for a familiar face; Marcus' face.

But all I see are drunk men laughing out loud,clinking glasses, people exchanging fleeting glances and men beckoning on the waiter for more. Still no sign of marcus.

I let out a slow breath as I turn my eyes back to the entrance door just as it came open. My stomach twisting and my finger holding the edge of the table as I try to lower my glances at the door to avoid being spotted.

Hope and tension surge in my chest for a second

And then– just another random guy.

I exhale, my expectations falling and crumbling once again.

Erghhh.. Not him again, I gasp in frustration.

I tap harder this time, my legs swinging.

I turn to Emily seated beside me, confidently gulping down her drink , fitting in like everybody else at the bar. Acting Carefree as if she's forgotten why we’re here in the first place.

“You said he'll be here, " I said, tapping her arm hard, my voice sharp and taunting.

We've been here for two hours, Emily and we've not seen a glimpse of him. And you're acting so nonchalant about it.”

“Chill, bestie. I told you I have everything under control.

I made my investigations before I suggested we come here. He visits this bar most evenings, and today is one of the days I suspect he'll come around. He might just be losing track of time. Be patient. She cheers me up. Come on, drink up, bestie. Have fun before he comes.”

“How many hours do we need to wait before he comes?

I literally hate this place, Emily. The smell of the alcohol and the noise around is enough reason to be impatient.”

“I'm sorry bestie, but we don't have a choice. This is the only place we can drug him and move our next plan into action.

“Or do you have better plans?” Emily asked.

“No, no. It's fine, bestie, I'll stay. But if I fall sick from all this. You know it's on you." I teased.

“Yeah, you wont. Come on, you haven't even touched your cocktail. Drink up, bestie.”

“Okay, I will,” I said as she took her glass up “Cheers to success”

I cheered, as we smiled, exchanging glances at each other as we took our drink.

As I drop my glass, the door is pushed open again, and this time it is him–marcus.

My eyes widen, my fingers still resting on the glass as I lose balance and for a second I forget how to breathe.

My stomach grips tightly this time, like I would throw up if I had the chance to–but I wouldn't dare to cause a scene that would make Marcus notice me .

“He is here, finally! I told you to trust me.”she whispered.

I quickly pushed Emily's head downwards.

“Don't let him see you,” I said as I bowed my head slightly to avoid his gaze on us, pulling the edge of my hair with my fingers to cover my face.

I glance slightly at him with my head still low while he walks towards our direction and fear grips me.

“Emily, he's coming. I whispered, tapping her.

“What do we do?”

“Don't turn, Just act normal so he wouldn't see us.”

Marcus strolls to the bar spot beside us, just a few feets away from us, making me fidget.

“Hey whatsup,” he exchanges a familiar glance with the bartender.

“Two bottles of whiskey. I'll be at my usual spot,” he said tapping the counter before turning towards our direction for a few seconds before leaving.

We let out a heavy sigh, he didn't see us. “Thank goodness,” I said.

“This is our chance,” Emily whispered.

“ How are we gonna do it?” I ask.

“Relax, I've got this.” She said, leaving to the inner room of the bar.

My eyes still fixed on Marcus as he went to sit down, He still looked good, nothing has changed about him. It seems like my absence left no mark in him. He smiles and walks confidently as usual. His eyes roam the room while waving at some men across the room. He seems to be familiar with a lot of people around.

My attention shifted to his order, the bartender had just finished it. Then I saw Emily dressed in a waitress uniform.

I nearly choked as she walked up to the bartender with confidence. He glances at her briefly.

“Are you new?” He asked her.

“Yeah, just started,” she replies.

She said, picking up Marcus' order before he could question further. I watched her as she slid the thin strip that dissolves down the drink swiftly. I could bet no one noticed it except me. She headed to Marcus as my heart skipped, hoping we wouldn't get caught by her bold steps.

She held her head low, as he looked up and for a second, he started talking to Emily as she nodded.

I hope he doesn't recognize her. My hands are already getting cold and weak.

She sets the drink down as she heads back inside.

I sigh as he gulps down the drink and In a few minutes Emily comes out.

“Wow, I'm speechless, bestie. Cheering– That was impeccable, I just kept praying we wouldn't get caught, but You were damn good!”

”Trust me. I wouldn't let our guard down, bestie.” she replied.

“What was the conversation between you and Marcus about,” I ask.

“He suspected I looked familiar, but I assured him he probably just sees me here often.”

Emily and I stare at Marcus and we notice the effect of the drugs already kicking in.

We stifle, watching him gulp more shots down.

“The ball is in your court, bestie. Play it well. You will wait for a few minutes before you go to him. By then, he wouldn't even recognize that it's you, he'll just be desperate to satisfy himself.”

Few minutes later, I walked down to his table confidently, flirting with him Just as we planned. As expected, he made his move and his offer to take me home.

He is so intoxicated that he staggers all the way to his car. I wouldn't let him drive in this state, so I took the keys from his shaky hands and drove us back home.

In a few minutes, I was home. We got to our room and he already has his erection showing through his pants. His breath heavy and his eyes dimly closed. I could tell it was the effect from the drugs.

As the door shut behind us, he pinned me to the wall of the room. I try to push him away. His breath, heavy with the smell of alcohol, is hot against my skin as his familiar lips press against mine like a starving man. I didn't want to kiss him but his grip on me to the wall was tight.

“Marcus, stop,” I whisper. Trying to move my head back, But he is so engulfed in his lust.

I try pulling him away with my hands but his body brushes against mine, feeling sudden heat between my legs, something shifting inside me, something I didn't want to feel while with Marcus tonight.

His hot c**ck pressing against my belly as he caresses my t**s with his fingers making my n****e hard and pointed. My pusy oozes from my wetness.

The feeling of his hot co**ck touching my belly leaves me with the thought of his c**k inside me.

He traces down kisses from my lips to my neck down to my hard n****e.

He pulls my shirt off leaving my upper body naked.

“Stop,” this time my whisper barely audible.

“I know you want this,” He whispered, his kisses deepening, a rush of heat running through my body.

My plan was to lie beside him until he woke up to see me in the morning, but he was hard to resist.

I was dripping from my wetness, caught in the moment of no return.

“He's my husband, why am I not giving in?”

He plants kisses on my neck down to my breast, rolling his tongue around my n*****s and caressing my left breast with his fingers.

I close my eyes, my mouth wide open as I gasp.

“Please” my voice was barely audible so he couldn't even hear me.

His lips moving down to my navel as I squeeze my stomach from the touch of his soft lips, gasping more.

“Let me see what you have here, baby girl. I want you so bad,” he whispered, pulling my skirt up.