Second Chances and Secret

CHAPTER 3:.My Angel

Anastasia’s POV

I walked out of the hospital, the most confused I had ever been.

Jared had thrown me out, my grandfather is dead, my uncle does not give a f**k about me and I am pregnant. Worse, the father had no idea we had slept together.

My mind immediately flashed back to that night.

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I could hear the rustling of keys signifying Jared was back home. However, the stench of alcohol filled the house. Jared never came home drunk. Something was wrong. I quickly tied my robe and went downstairs.

I saw Jared staggering as I stepped into the living room.

“Jared, are you alright?” I carefully asked him as I walked towards him.

He looked up at the sound of my voice and I could see different emotions running wild. But the pain stood out to me. What was the problem? I had never seen him look so dejected. He looked like he needed some sort of release.

“What are you doing awake by this time?” His voice broke me from my thoughts.

“I-I couldn't sleep,” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

“Go to bed-” He spoke with a finality in his tone and tried to walk past me.

I didn't know what had gotten into me but I wanted to help him. He looked like he was going through a lot at the moment. I grabbed his hands before he could get past me.

He glared at me with his hooded eyes and tried yanking off my hands in his drunken state. However, I gripped him firmly with my second hand.

“Let me help you.” I pleaded with him. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I knew he needed me. I could see his guards lowering and I quickly kissed him.

At first, he was stunned but he slowly glided his lips against mine. His lips felt so soft and luscious. I felt his hands slip under my shirt and move dangerously close to my breast. I let out a moan immediately his palm covered my full breast and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, divulging in every corner.

My hands found the back of his head and I tugged on his hair a little, earning a low growl from him.

I knew I was moving into dangerous territory and taking advantage of his drunken state but I didn't care. It seemed to have distracted him from what he was going through. He would most likely not remember in the morning. I loved him and I don't think I would ever get this chance to express it to him.

I felt his mouth on my n*****s and my mind went into oblivion. He sucked hard on it while using his thumb to flick on my other n****e. I was sure I was already dripping by now.

“Ja-Red” I moaned as I felt myself reaching my climax.

“He ignored me and instead pushed a finger into my c**t adding to the pressure; I knew I couldn't last any longer and I released my first-ever orgasm. This is my first s****l experience even though I have had lots of fantasies in my head with him.

He licked up all my juice and started to suck my p***y creating a hurricane in me again. I needed to fill him inside me so I started grinding against him. He took the hint and stripped himself.

I stared at him shocked, he was BIG and ALLURING.

I was kind of scared about how he would fit me considering the fact that I am a virgin but immediately he inserted two fingers in me, I didn't care.

He pushed himself into me and I let out a low maon mixed with some pain. This was not how I envisioned my first s*x to be like. He gave me some time to adjust but started pounding immediately. I started grinding him, requesting some movement.

I could feel him deep inside my p*ssy and I was sure I would feel very sore the next day. Moans and grunts filled the room and we continued until I heard a little snore from him. He was asleep.

I quickly untangled myself from him, wore him his briefs, and went to my room. I felt a tear slip from my eyes as I got into my room. I might have been selfish but I had helped him, he needed the release more than I did. I doubt he would remember anything as he was drunk but I didn't have any regrets.

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I didn't know where I was going. Jared had thrown me out and my grandfather's properties had been seized, no wonder the house was empty.

Maybe I could manage in a motel with the little money I had on me. Before I knew it, a guy ran past me, knocking me in the process. I quickly got up, not wanting another set of pitiful looks thrown at me and that was when I realized that my purse was gone. I could hear a man honking his car nonstop just right in front of me, I was lost in the moment that I was unconscious of the fact that I was walking into a moving car.

“Miss, watch where you are going!.” The man said snapping me back to reality.

“Please, have you seen my purse?, A guy snatched it off my hands now. It contains the little money I had on me.” I asked trying to control the tears from flowing down my cheeks.

“Uhmm, I don't know what is going through your mind right now but you need to take some water and get some rest. You look like you would pass out any moment from now.” The stranger said as I could see that he was looking at me with some sort of pity in his eyes.

"Watch out!" I said trying to bring his attention to the fact that some thugs wanted to snatch his car keys from him.

"Oh thanks!" he said as he was able to prevent that from happening.

“My pur-se”. That was all I could say as I felt deflated.

“Im so sorry about that but your purse is gone. I can take you to my restaurant to get you something to drink if you don't mind. It's right across the street and thanks for earlier.”

“My name is Landon before anything else.” I blushed slightly, How did I forget to ask him that?, Maybe because I was not expecting anyone to be nice towards me considering what I had been through in the past twenty-four hours.

“Thank you.” I managed to say as he took me in his car and drove off to the restaurant. I had nothing to lose and no one to ask for help. My last hope was resting on this stranger’s shoulder.

“Want to talk?’ He asked breaking the silence between us as I ate the food slowly thinking of what my life would be like from now henceforth.

I briefly hesitated before speaking. “Alright.” This man was a stranger but I felt so comfortable talking to him. I had nothing to lose, I might as well let it out.

“Well, my husband threw me out, I found out I was pregnant for him and my grandfather died from coronary artery disease all within two days,” I spoke quickly, waiting to see the usual look of pity across his face.

However, he looked at me like he knew what I was going through. For this alone, I was grateful. I was genuinely tired of those pitiful looks.

“What is your name please?” he asked with a smile on his lips.

“Oh, I am Ana. My name is Anastasia.” I replied as I realized I had not introduced myself to him all this while.

“Your ruthless husband is at a loss for losing a good woman like you and just so you know you look like my late sister,” Landon said.

“Oh, I am sorry for your loss,” I said immediately, feeling bad for him.

“Oh, it's fine. It's been years now. So, where do you go from here?” He asked.

“Honestly, I have no place to go and I don't have any properties or money to my name,” I explained trying to him in the least pitiful way possible.

"Come with me to Italy, I will help you with your children and everything. I'm sure my brother wouldn't mind." He said with a sincere voice.

"Your brother?" I asked, trying to understand what he was saying better.