Pregnancy
890 Words
Anastasia.
I was blissful. Warmth wrapped around me, and I clung to the close, cedar-scented body that was pressed into mine. I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs with woody and whatever masculine fragrance accompanied it. It was safe. Secure.
Wait…what?
My racing heart, I snapped open my eyes immediately figuring out where I was, and more importantly, who had wrapped around me.
West Wallmore.
My heart dropped.
West Wallmore was in bed beside me. We’d done it last night…oh, God.
Tangled sheets, rough hands, and dirty whispers flooded back to me in a blur. I could feel the shape of his lips on my skin, the pressure of his hard body on mine, the way he'd utterly ruined me. I’d never been treated like that before, never been worshiped, consumed.
He had taken me apart, piece by piece, and put me back together in a way that left me aching for more.
My pulse quickened, panic rose.
I had slept with West Wallmore.
No, not just slept. I had f****d him.
He had f****d me.
Really good.
I squeezed my eyes shut, shoving back visions of the way he had taken me over and over, the way he had discovered spots that Freddy never had.
Freddy.
Fuck.
I needed to get out of here.
I slowly slid out from under West's weighty arm, not wanting to wake him. He shifted a little way over, a low, sleep-grumble on his lips, but he didn't wake up.
Biting my lip, I moved to the bathroom, my legs shaking a bit as a dull ache throbbed between my thighs. A flush crept up my neck. That man was a beast. A s*x machine. Was it even possible to go that many rounds and still be able to get it up?
Shaking my head and gripping the counter, I splashed cold water across my face.
I crept back out, pulling my dress over my head and grabbing my coat. My hands trembled as I fastened it. I took one last look at the bed, at West on his stomach, his carved back half-hidden under the sheets, his dark hair rumpled.
He growled something in his sleep.
My name.
My breath was caught.
I whirled and ran from the room. I didn't pause until I was inside the elevator, pressing the button to take me as far away from him as I could.
I never wanted to lay eyes on West Wallmore again.
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Going back to work at Monty & Co. after everything that had happened was hell.
I kept my head held high, but the Snickers continued in my wake. If Georgia had wanted to make my life hell m before, now she became diabolical once word leaked that I’d called off our engagement and Freddy was engaged to another woman.
Two weeks flew by like a blur of condescending words, backhanded assignments, and the crushing torture of glimpsing Freddy each day.
He once pulled me aside by the break room. His voice was low, tinged with anger.
"You took pictures, didn't you?" he snarled.
I blinked. "What?"
"Of my computer. You took pictures."
A humorless laugh erupted from me. "Go to hell, Freddy."
His blue eyes darkened with something evil, his jaw clenching. He didn't say a word, just glared at me as I turned to walk away.
It wasn't just Freddy, though. I had also experienced changes in myself .
I was constantly tired. Other days I couldn't even stand to eat without queasing up.
Then one day on the job, it smacked me in the face like a truck.
The scent of food floated across the break room where my fellow employees discussed their lunches, the smells mingling together to strike my nose simultaneously.
My stomach protested. "Oh, God…."
I dashed to the restroom and barely made it in time before I was throwing up into the toilet. My hands grasped the edges of the sink as I tried to get a breath.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Sickness? Food poisoning? The flu?
A heavy weight settled in my gut.
I needed to see a doctor.
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The hospital smelled like antiseptic and old coffee. I sat in the examination room, fidgeting with my sleeves as I waited.
My mind drifted, despite myself, to West.
I groaned.
Get over it, Anastasia.
Just because he gave me some pretty good d**k didn’t mean I had to pine after him like some lovesick girl.
The door opened, and the doctor, an older woman with a warm gaze, entered, reading from a clipboard.
"Miss Desmond," she said, smiling.“Congratulations.”
I frowned. “Huh?”
The doctor turned the screen toward me, pointing at the ultrasound. “You’re pregnant.”
I froze.
The room tilted.
“What?” I whispered.
The doctor nodded. “You’re about three weeks along. That little dot right there? That’s your baby.”
My baby.
No.
No, no, no.
The doctor went on talking, something about prenatal vitamins, scheduling upcoming appointments, but I wasn't listening.
All I could hear was the pumping of blood inside my ears.
I blankly stood up, grumbled out a goodbye, and staggered out of the hospital.
Staying outside in the crowded sidewalk, I witnessed people walking, their lives progressing while mine stalled.
I was pregnant.
For West Wallmore.
Oh, f**k!
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