My Freya & Our Miracle Baby

Chapter 5: The Morning After

*Mature Content*Trigger Warning*

Freya POV

His soulful blue eyes looks at me with such desire that I forgot he asked me a question. Still peering at me as he awaits for my response, I just nod once to confirm.

Instead of plunging into me, he drops down and makes sure I am wet with that devilish tongue of his, working magic in my pink bruised folds. When he comes back up, he helps me get under the covers as we both stare at each other in this darkness.

I feel his tip seeking entrance and he looks at me again as we get good and comfortable in this bed. He kisses me, not aggressively like before, but with a passion that I have never known. My heart starts to beat fast as my toes curl from anticipation. Liam sucks on my neck and I moan erotically as the room and the sheets are heated with our lust-filled bodies.

Entering slowly into me, I bite down on my bottom lip as I feel him inching himself into me before he groans out in delight. Though he speeds up incrementally, I can feel everything. I feel his raw emotions of losing a loved one, loss of opportunity, and just everything.

As he fills me with this passion, I start to kiss his neck and peck as his jaw as my fingernails dig into his back, causing him to practically purr in my mouth as even his tongue calmly stakes its claim in my mouth.

This isn’t f*****g anymore. s**t. s**t. I feel my walls ache for him and he flips me around and lets me be on top as I sit up with him still buried in me. His hands wander around my thighs and my waist, but he does nothing to make me move. Taking the initiative, I start to bounce lightly on his raw d**k.

Liam tilts his head back and he starts to moan in pleasure with my movements. So, I decide to move all the way up and down his length in a turtle pace that makes him seethe through his teeth. Those rough hands of his rub up and down my body until he gets to my t**s and begins to rubs my bulbs lightly, causing me to moan out erotically with that tingling sensation shooting down my body.

With these micro-motions, he finally flips me back around and lifts my two legs past his shoulders. Slipping into me yet again, we continue this pace, causing my heart to erupt. Those alluring blue eyes. The way they look at my soul like they recognize one another from another lifetime chill me to the core. Like they know they own me.

Moving quicker and quicker, he starts to propel into me. But it doesn’t take long for my walls clench down on him as he spills into me. Staying in me still, we both make eye contact before leaning into one another and kiss passionately for thirty seconds until our need for oxygen takes over.

The slow sensual heat between us continues as he kisses me gently, on my stomach, between my thigh, on my neck.. Just as the calmness is about to settle in, he inches himself in again. Oh, God. I curve my back as I feel his desire for me, not my body, me. My heart stops beating as he utterly takes my breath away in this next session.

He grunts out in relief as he squirts into me and his nose lines my nose as he gives me a hard kiss. Liam grabs my hands that were on his torso and puts them above my head. His fingers entwine and grip tightly with my own as I watch his next movements.

With passionate kisses and short breaks in between us, to which I can only call making love, he has me and he knows it. Spilling into me after my last orgasm, he peels himself off of me after God knows how long. He reaches for my waist to big spoon me from behind. Puffing out air, I look up at him to see that he’s already staring down at me.

The sun peeks out from the window ever so slightly. He grabs my chin with his hand to force me to look up towards him. Though Liam generally has rough features, his now soften features make an alluring look at me. I gulp down before lifting my head up to give him a small peck on the lips. This time, his eyelids flutter. Again, we lean into one another and share a kiss that sets off fireworks in my head. That’s it, isn’t it? That’s what falling for someone feels like? God, I’m in trouble.

Liam POV

Sniffing her strawberry scented hair another time, I breathe in and out easily. Damn, she’s something else. And after last night, I definitely need to re-evaluate some things. I don’t know what it is I felt, but I know I never felt it before.

I mean, the girl is stunning. She lasted so long and for her first time. And the fact that she can read people, even me, is quite impressive. However, I don’t like not knowing when she is lying or not. And that’s usually what I am good at. She’s definitely hiding some secrets and I am going to find out what they are.

“Hey-“ Johnny shuts his lips when I throw a pillow at his direction before he can say anymore that would wake the woman in my bed, cuddling up to me right now. Lowering his voice immensely, he points at the girl. “Is that the bartender?”

“Yes.” I whisper and try to get him to get out, but he looks overly amused.

“Damn, nice. Let me have a turn with her.” I give him a death glare and he backs off. Even though I know he is joking, I swear to God, I will kill him and any other man that even thinks about it. Okay, woah. That’s not a feeling I have ever had about a girl either. What the literal f**k?

“Get out!” I whisper loudly as she stirs in his sleep. Damn it. After last night, she needs her f*****g sleep. I can’t believe we let her get that drunk. I hope she remembers what happened last night. She was drunk a bit at the beginning maybe, but she was definitely pretty sober when we were doing it in this bed.

“10 AM meeting. And Hannah in your office.” I roll my eyes. That b***h again. You would think after I turn a girl down five times, she would take a hint. I mean seriously she came down here last night in nothing but her panties and heels. Then, she whined when I told her to get out. Though the guards were a little rough to get her out, it serves her right to make such a daring approach, unlike the girl in my arms.

“Fine. Get out.” I tell him as I look down at the girl and brush out her soft black hair. Johnny continues to stand at the doorway, watching my interaction with her. “Go, Johnny.” I order him and he is quick to leave, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Though I don’t want to, I get up anyways as I have matters I need to discuss before leaving this s**t city. And then, I have to take her back with me. That shouldn’t be too hard. I write a small note on the bedside notepad.

“Stay. -L” Though I am sure we have spent more time doing it than talking, I have this unnerving feeling that only she can settle.

After a hot shower, I get to the office down the hall to deal with Hannah first. When I walk in, low and behold, there she is, with just a string down her ass.

“Get off, Hannah.” She pouts immediately but does as she is told. “How many times do I have to tell you I’m not interested in whores?”

“That’s not true. I saw you take Freya down here!” Throwing her a glare so terrifying, her entire body shivers in fright. How dare her vile mouth even speak her name?

“Get out, Hannah.” With a huff, she takes her leave without so much as another word. Thank God. Outside the office door, I hear her scream out how unfair her life is. I roll my eyes as I check through my email, trying to prepare for this meeting.

When I get through the meeting, I look at the time and see that it’s 11 AM. I head back down to the penthouse with Johnny and the others, but if I am being honest, I just want to see her.

“Why the rush to get back, boss?” Patrick asks me as I look around the living room to see if she is in here.

“Oh, you didn’t know? He slept with the bartender last night!” Johnny exclaims and I turn around to glare at him, causing all of them to stop smirking. With her nowhere in sight, I turn to the bedroom and see that the bed is empty. What?

Checking the bathroom, it’s also empty. Feeling frustrated, I walk back into the bedroom to see if she left me a note, but she didn’t. Instead, she took the sheet off the notepad, as my note is no longer there. What the f**k? I told her to stay.

“Johnny!” I yell out to the living room. “Get John in here.”

“John? You haven’t had enough of him yet?” Not in the mood to argue about it, I just stare at him until he puts his hands up defensively before grabbing his cell phone and making the damn call.

“What’s wrong, boss?” Patrick asks.

“You’re all dismissed.” The other guys give me a strange glance, but follow the command nonetheless.

“Alright, boss. We’ll be at the bar downstairs.” They wave to me as they get in the elevator and it closes, leaving just Johnny and me in the living room.

“Alright. Alright.” Johnny responds after getting off the phone with John. “He’s coming up. Apparently, he’s going to be short-staffed tonight. He’s going through like a crisis, but he’s still coming up.”

“Why is he going to be short-staffed?”

“Two of the bartenders got sick and one just quit this morning.” The elevator dings and John comes rushing in here, looking frantic.

“Yes, boss!” He stands straight to face me.

“Give me Freya’s number.” John falters a bit. Something is wrong.

“She’s not answering.” He says. “She quit this morning.”

“Wait, she’s the bartender that quit?” Johnny is surprised to hear that, but I’m not. She regrets it, what happened last night. f**k. Never thought I would be that guy, getting a girl drunk enough to have coerced s*x. Damn it.

“Just give me the f*****g number and her address.”

“I don’t think that’s possible, Boss.” John replies nervously.

“And why is that?”

“She said she quit because she’s moving today. Freya lives out of an RV, she left right when she quit this morning.” My eyes flash in anger as my blood begins to boil.

“Find her.” I tell Johnny and though he hesitates for a second, he makes some extra phone calls. John looks nervously towards me. “Her two co-workers at the bar, she seems friendly with them. Call them over.”

“Yes, Boss.” He gets on the phone with Karla and George as I pace through the living room. There’s no way she would just leave, right? Even if she was embarrassed or mad about last night, she could have yelled at me instead of running.

After John gets Karla and George up here, it turns out that they only know Freya when they bartend together. Other than that, she occasionally goes out with them but usually for a quiet night in, not out to the clubs. Karla was pretty adamant that she has a pretty high moral compass and George supported that theory.

As the both of them leave, Johnny comes up to me and pats me on the shoulder. I look at her file with her quaint little smile.

“What’s going on dude?”

“I don’t know. Something just feels off.” I lean back into the couch.

“It’s just a girl. We can find you another one.”

“I assume you had no luck finding her.”

“We called the lot she was staying at, but she always paid in cash and was on a monthly rent with them, so not a lot from them. The traffic cameras only caught her until she left town. We sent some guys to check around the small towns, but no one has heard anything back yet.”

“She’s good at running.” I hum out in response. There has got to be more to this girl than just a bartender at this club. “Stop looking for now. We’ll head back.”

“Now?” His eyes pop out wide at me.

“Father wants to have a meeting with the Riccis.”

“Again?” Johnny scoffs.

“Not with Riccardo, but with Alessandro.”

“The son? Why would he want that?”

“Alessandro set it up, he wants to back out of the deal.”

“You mean…”

“He wants out and I talked to Father. I want out.”

“Since when?!” Johnny screams at me. “You have been trying to make sure this deal makes it through for the betterment of our crime family. The Ricci mafia family is loaded. They’re the richest crime group in Europe.”

“Not anymore.”

“Is this because of that girl? You spend one night with one girl and you’re willing to sacrifice it all.” His seething anger is to be expected since he has been trying to propel the deal.

“No, this isn’t related to her.”

“Then, what happened? Because I refuse to believe that you are suddenly uninterested in this deal.”

“Rosa.” I give him that look. Rosa is Alessandro’s younger twin sister, but to be quite honest I can’t spend more than two minutes in her presence without wanting to gag. She tries way too hard to play off the innocent little girl when the world knows she’s willing to spread her legs for practically any man that breathes.

“You slept with her too!”

“Please, don’t remind me.” I grovel. We slept together right before we came over here. Though at the time, we were pretty sure the deal was made solid, I don’t think I thought this all the way through.

“Look, I’m not exactly the biggest fan of Rosa either, but-“

“Could you imagine the lady of the house being her? Do you understand the danger she would put us all in? After we slept together once, she posted it on her social media flaunting about it.”

“Oh, God.” Johnny imitates throwing up. “Okay. Okay, you’re right. We may not have thought that far, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be trained to be better.”

Turning over my phone, I show him the morning news for today. She just got kicked out a club for starting a catty fight with the US ambassador’s daughter, putting her in the hospital.

“Oh, shit.”

“I want Hendrik to work on Freya, but for now, we have bigger things on our plate to worry about.”