MAKE ME PREGNANT

CHAPTER 2

Atarah Klyte

The pain between my thighs made me wince.

"Ouch." I was weak, but then I got up slowly but I felt someone hugging my tummy.

Someone's next to me?

I immediately looked at it to confirm who the heck was hugging me.

"What the hell?" I muttered weakly. I looked around this room and confirmed that we were in a VIP room.

I untangled myself from the stranger beside me, despite the ache. Scrambling to gather my clothes strewn across the floor, I winced again. They were ruined, every last piece.

I needed to slip away unnoticed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

I snatched up the man's shirt and underwear. I dressed quickly, ignoring the awkwardness of wearing his clothes. My belongings in hand, I scribbled a note of thanks and apology, sticking it to his bedside. Then, I fled.

I cursed when I reached downstairs as I found my car with a flat tire. Annoyed, I hailed a taxi, eager to escape.

"Where to, ma'am?" asked the driver, a woman.

I hesitated because I do not want to return to the mansion. "Akario Condominium," I finally said.

As we drove, the driver spoke kindly, reassuring me despite my disheveled appearance. Her words brought warmth to my cheeks.

When we reached the condo, I paid her generously, only to be handed a jacket. "It's new," she said, "to cover up."

I gratefully, accepted it, promising to return it. But she declined, saying she didn't own a phone.

I thanked her and I hurried inside, feeling a mix of relief and shame. While heading to my apartment, I hugged the jacket close, hoping to hide my state of undress from prying eyes.

As I rode the elevator, two women entered, casting curious glances my way. I shrank into myself, mortified.

When I finally reached my floor, I darted out. I was eager to escape into the safety of my own space.

Inside my apartment, I leaned against the door, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. The events of the night replayed in my mind like a haunting melody, each note filled with regret and confusion.

I took off the borrowed clothes, then tossed them aside carelessly. Standing there in the dim light, I couldn't shake the feeling of being exposed, both physically and emotionally.

With trembling hands, I reached for my phone, desperate to find some semblance of normalcy in the chaos. But as I scrolled through messages and missed calls, a sinking realization settled in my chest.

I had no one to turn to. No one to confide in. I was truly alone.

I fought back my back tears and decided to go into the bathroom, to at least seek comfort in the under a hot shower. The water cascaded over me, washing away the physical remnants of the night, but doing little to ease the ache in my heart.

As I stood there, lost in my thoughts, a knock at the door jolted me back to reality. Panic surged through me. My mind was racing with possibilities of who it could be.

With hesitant steps, I made my way to the door, my heart pounding in my chest. Peering through the peephole, I was relieved to see a familiar face.

It was Mikee, my closest friend and confidante. Without a second thought, I flung open the door, pulling her into a tight embrace.

"Mikee, I'm so glad you're here," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion.

She held me at arm's length, concern etched on her face. "What happened? You look like you've been through hell."

And in that moment, as I stood there in her embrace, the floodgates opened. I poured out the events of the night, every painful detail spilling from my lips like shards of glass.

Mikee listened intently, offering words of comfort and understanding. And as the tears finally subsided, I knew that no matter what life threw my way, I would always have her by my side.

We didn't take long to reach the 3rd floor, and I quickly stepped out. I hastened my pace, aware that my outfit was drawing attention, but I brushed off the stares and kept moving. Soon, I reached my condo and punched in the passcode without delay.

As I entered, I collapsed onto the sofa, feeling the ache between my legs. How could it not hurt? We'd gone at it multiple times, and... well, he was well-endowed. The bed was spacious, but seriously, his... equipment was huge. It felt like I'd been torn apart in ways I didn't know existed. And he still had that Christian Grey vibe about him. How could I put it? That's just how it was.

I winced as I realized there was nothing left covering me—he'd torn everything off. He seated me on the sofa, spreading my legs wider. His touch on my sensitive areas made me close my eyes tightly, feeling an unfamiliar sensation.

His lips trailed down my neck, and I couldn't help but bite my lip. Moving to my chest, he began to suck and tease my n*****s with his tongue.

"Oh!" I gasped, overwhelmed by the pleasure. His other hand was doing something else down below, and when he inserted a finger, it stung, even though he was the one doing it.

"You smell sweet. You're beautiful, baby," he whispered softly in my ear, planting a kiss on my lips before abruptly stopping.

"Why?" I asked, wide-eyed, but he simply looked down at himself. His pants were already straining, as if ready to burst.

"Get naked," I frowned and instructed.

"As you wish, baby," he replied with a grin, shedding his white polo to reveal his chiseled abs, which made me gasp.

"Yummy," I murmured, though he caught it and seemed annoyed.

"This is delicious, baby," he smirked, discarding his pants and underwear, revealing... well, something rather intimidating. Could I handle it?

He stepped closer, as if about to begin, but instead, he lifted me up and carried me to the VIP ROOM. Laying me down, he disappeared briefly, leaving me frustrated.

"Hey!" I called out, irritated, but he returned a few minutes later with something in hand—a chain of sorts.

"What's that?" I asked nervously.

"Just follow me," he instructed, climbing onto the bed. I hesitated before complying, allowing him to fasten the chain to the headboard.

"This adds excitement, baby," he remarked, sipping wine as he settled between my legs. I was getting nervous, but the heat within me overpowered it. Slowly, he entered me, causing me to cry out in pain. I couldn't move, my hands bound.

He reminded me of Christian Grey. Why tie me up, though?

"Ah! Damn!" I cried out.

He didn't move at first, perhaps feeling the heat of my body on his member.

Minutes passed before he started moving, slowly at first, finding a rhythm that brought both pain and pleasure. We moaned together as he picked up the pace. They were right—while it hurt initially, it grew more enjoyable with time. I matched his thrusts, sometimes meeting them with my own, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Damn! So good," he groaned.

As he moved more vigorously, his hands roamed from my legs to my waist, then to my breasts, where he cupped them, suckled them, and teased my n*****s. I was lost in ecstasy.

I caressed his face, noticing his striking features and feeling a strange connection. His scent, his perfect nose, his tempting lips—but most captivating were his eyes, both fierce and alluring. His touch and masculine form enraptured me.

He kissed me passionately, and I couldn't resist responding. And so, we continued for several more rounds before finally stopping.

That was last night—full of excitement, but my little secret.

After resting on the sofa, I headed straight to the bathroom for a shower, feeling overheated and sore.

***

"Wake up," a familiar voice jolted me awake. It was Mikee, wearing a disgusted expression.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, still groggy from sleep. After showering earlier, I'd decided to take a nap, exhausted from the night before.

"I came to check on you! When I woke up at someone’s place, I realized you weren't there. He said you weren't in the VIP ROOM when he dropped me off, and I couldn't remember anything from last night—just drinking. So, I got worried and came here to see if you were okay," Mikee explained, sounding concerned.

"Seriously, you don't remember anything?" I asked, and he shook his head frantically.

"No! Don't tell me I did something embarrassing, Ath! Oh my God, don't tell me that," he panicked, being his usual dramatic self.

"No, nothing embarrassing. But you did challenge me to lose my virginity," I confessed. Even in my drunken state, I remembered what had happened. "Remember? I told you I wanted a child, and you dragged me onto the dance floor. I didn't want to go, but you insisted we find someone to get me pregnant. So, when we stumbled upon VIP ROOM No. 92, you said whoever came out of there, you'd make them get me pregnant. And, well, that's what happened."

"What?! How did that happen?!" Mikee exclaimed in disbelief.

"'I'm not a virgin anymore' is what happened. Last night, you dared me, and it happened. We found a guy, and... things went from there," I explained, seeing the shock on Mikee's face.

"Damn it! I helped you with that?! Oh, Ath! What if you don't get pregnant? It was just a one-night stand," Mikee fretted.

"It's impossible not to. We went at it multiple times, and he didn't use protection. Plus, you know how these stories go—they always lead to something," I said confidently. I had a feeling something would come out of it.

"You're crazy, Ath!" Mikee exclaimed.

"Relax. If something happens, it's on me. Besides, if I end up pregnant, the child will be mine," I declared, unfazed.

"You're unbelievable," Mikee muttered, exasperated.

I reached for my ringing phone on the coffee table. "Hand me that," I said, and Mikee passed it to me.

Nurse Mae was calling...

"Hello?" I answered, feeling a knot of anxiety in my stomach.

"[Atarah, sorry to disturb. Can you come to the hospital? Chu Chu...]" Nurse Mae's voice trailed off.

"What happened?" I asked, my heart racing.

"[He's not doing well. And he wants to see you.]" Nurse Mae's voice was strained with worry.

"Yes, I'll be there right away," I replied, jumping up and grabbing my wallet.

"Where are you going?" Mikee asked, puzzled.

"To the hospital. There's an emergency. Just lock up when you leave," I instructed, giving him a quick kiss before rushing out of the condo.

Chu Chu was our patient—a nine-year-old battling leukemia. He'd been through it multiple times, and each recurrence was harder on him. Chu Chu wasn't just a patient to me; he was like family, a little brother I cherished.

I hurried down to the third floor and hailed a taxi as swiftly as I could. Once inside, I instructed the driver to take me to St. Calisha Foundation Medical Center. The journey felt like an eternity, my mind racing with worry for Chu Chu.

Finally, we arrived at the hospital after what seemed like an endless wait. Rushing through the doors, I acknowledged the greeting from the guard with a quick smile and made my way to Chu Chu's room.

However, as I headed towards his room, I noticed a group of nurses congregating nearby, their excitement palpable. Intrigued, I approached them to find out what was going on.

"What's happening?" I inquired, furrowing my brows at the unusual commotion.

"Hi, Ath. You should go to Chu Chu's room. He's been asking for you," Nurse Abby informed me with a smile.

"First, what's all the fuss about?" I pressed, curious about the cause of their excitement.

"Dr. Rare Cedrick Grison is here. The renowned surgeon from Paris," Nurse Cath explained, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Where is he?" I asked, intrigued by the mention of the famed doctor.

"We're waiting here as the Director is giving him a tour of the hospital," Nurse Cath replied.

"Ah, I see. Well, I'll go check on Chu Chu first," I said, offering them a smile before making my way to Chu Chu's room.

Though Dr. Rare's name had stirred some interest among the nurses, I wasn't particularly swayed. I wasn't one to keep up with gossip or celebrity status, even in the medical world.

Our hospital was indeed fortunate to have Dr. Rare as an exchange doctor from Paris, given his reputation as one of the best in the field. But as I made my way to Chu Chu's room, my thoughts were solely focused on the little boy who needed me.

However, as I reached Chu Chu's room, my attention was momentarily diverted by the excited murmurs coming from the nurses behind me. Turning around, I saw the Director accompanied by a man who bore a striking resemblance to... him.

My heart skipped a beat as I recognized him—the man from last night. The one I'd... been intimate with. The one I'd hoped would fulfill my desperate desire for a child.

I shook my head in disbelief, refusing to dwell on the shocking revelation. Hastily, I turned away and entered Chu Chu's room.

This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.

As I entered Chu Chu's room, I pushed aside the whirlwind of thoughts and focused on the matter at hand. Chu Chu lay in his bed, his small frame looking frail against the white sheets. Despite his illness, he still managed a weak smile when he saw me.

"Atarah," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"I'm here, Chu Chu," I replied softly, rushing to his side and taking his hand in mine.

He squeezed my hand weakly, his eyes reflecting both pain and gratitude. "I wanted... to see you," he murmured.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I tried to maintain a brave front. "I'm here, Chu Chu. You're going to be okay," I reassured him, though I wasn't entirely convinced myself.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and the Director entered, followed by the man who bore an uncanny resemblance to the one I'd spent the night with. My heart skipped a beat as I struggled to process the surreal situation.

"Atarah, this is Dr. Rare Cedrick Grison," the Director introduced, oblivious to the turmoil raging within me.

I forced a smile, trying to compose myself in the presence of the renowned doctor. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Grison," I greeted, though my voice wavered slightly.

Dr. Grison returned the greeting with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary. I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I averted my gaze, desperately hoping he wouldn't recognize me from last night's encounter.

"I'm here to assist with Chu Chu's treatment," Dr. Grison explained, his tone professional.

I nodded, grateful for the distraction. "Thank you for being here, Doctor. Chu Chu needs all the help he can get," I said, my voice steadier now.

Dr. Grison approached Chu Chu's bedside, his demeanor gentle as he examined the young boy. Despite my initial reservations, I couldn't deny the sense of reassurance his presence brought.

As Dr. Grison began discussing Chu Chu's treatment plan with the medical team, I stepped back, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. The events of the past night seemed like a distant memory now, overshadowed by the pressing concerns of Chu Chu's health.

Throughout the consultation, Dr. Grison's gaze would occasionally flicker in my direction, leaving me feeling unsettled. Did he recognize me? Was he aware of our encounter?

I pushed aside my apprehensions and I focused on supporting Chu Chu and ensuring he received the best possible care. Despite the unexpected turn of events, my priority remained unchanged—to be there for Chu Chu, just like he had always been there for me.

But just when I thought I could escape from my mistake of last night, I was mistaken.