Pregnant??
Victoria Harper
“f**k me, Daniel”
I whispered softly next to my fiancé on the bed.
He didn’t seem to notice as all his focus was on the laptop in his lap. He was probably planning his next campaign. But it could wait even if it was just for five minutes, I needed him
I slowly took his laptop from his lap and set it aside. I think that finally got his attention because he lifted his head up and shot me a look like he wanted to strangle me
But I didn’t care. I was so horny, I could feel my p***y watering. I took off my robe with one tug to reveal my body in my thong and bra.
I thought that seeing my body might cool him down a bit, but his eyes just dropped slightly and he looked greatly unimpressed.
His eyes shot back to me, anger still blazing in them but I wasn’t about to give up.
I quickly straddled him, taking his hands and placing them on my waist. I tugged my hair behind my ears and slowly lowered as seductively as I could to kiss his jaw just right above his ear
“Please, just touch me. It has been centuries. Please. I f*****g need you” I whispered, the warmth of my breath brushing his ear. To incite him further, I started moving my hips around his pelvic region, kissing his neck as I did
I heard a low groan and then a sigh from him. His eyes tightened around my waist.
Fuck yes!!! It was working. I moved my hips faster against him but I noticed he wasn’t hard yet. My hands went under his shirt, running my hands over his stomach
My hips kept grinding, desperate, needy, clinging to the fantasy that maybe this time he’d respond. But then it hit me, the grip on my waist wasn’t from passion.
His fingers were digging in, hard, sharp, sending shocks of pain up my spine.
“D-Daniel… ah—stop,” I whimpered, but my voice shook with more pleading than authority. “You’re hurting me…”
He didn’t ease up. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, like I was the enemy, not his fiancée.
Still, I begged. I pressed kisses to his neck, clawed at his shirt, anything. “Please, just…just touch me. I need you. Please. Don’t push me away again. I can take the pain, just f**k me, Daniel.” My pride was gone. I would’ve given him everything if he’d just look at me the way he used to.
His hand snapped around my wrist before I could lower them into his pants to touch his c**k. I gasped as the pressure from his hold bit into my skin.
“Stop, Victoria.” His voice was ice. “I said I cannot have s*x with you tonight.”
He released me with a rough push, and I tumbled off his lap, sprawled across the mattress. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, my heart beating against my ribs in humiliation.
I turned my head, hair falling over my face. “When, Daniel?” My voice cracked. “When is it ever the right time? For months now, you haven’t touched me, and every time I try, you’ve got another excuse. It’s always your campaign, your speeches, your debate, your perfect future. What about me? What about us?”
His laptop was already back in his lap. He didn’t even look at me. “I don’t have time for distractions, Victoria”
Tears burned in my eyes. “Distraction? I’m your fiancée! I just need you. I’m begging for you like a fool, and you can’t even look at me. Do you know how pathetic that makes me feel?”
Finally, his gaze snapped to me, blazing. “Enough!” he barked. The sound made me flinch. “Do you think I can afford to throw everything away because you can’t control your urges? My career comes first. Always.”
I shrank back, clutching the sheets to cover myself even though the shame already coated me. My body was trembling, not from lust anymore, but from the cold edge in his voice.
All that was left was the dull ache in my wrist, the sting in my waist, and the crushing weight of knowing I had given him everything: dropped my pride, lowered myself to pleading and he still hadn’t wanted me.
I picked up my robe, covering myself. Was it wrong that I just wanted to be treated like a woman? To be seen, to be touched, to be craved, to be looked at with affection?
I wiped my eyes with the back of my palm. I tried to ignore the whole incident but a question kept lingering at the back of my mind: Was I really that unattractive?
I shook it off immediately. I had a future too, one I was actually working towards but I still had time for him. Why couldn’t he do the same?
This wasn’t what I fell in love with. He used to touch me like I was his world. The man I loved is gone, eaten alive by his own ambition.
Since he was so focused on work, I should be too. If I spent more time at work, I wouldn’t have the time to be horny. With frustration, I made my way to my office.
My small home office looked like the inside of a detective's head. My corkboard was a web of faces, dates, and places and at the center, circled twice in red ink, was the name that had kept me up for months: The Luciano Syndicate.
A mafia network I'd been tracking for months. Smuggling, extortion, laundering—all of it. My files were compiled in secret, pulled from bits of evidence no one else had connected yet.
But I still hadn’t connected the head of the syndicate or even the people working for him
What caught my attention was the same name, buried in three separate case files, always signed in red ink. No first name. Just “M.”
Who was I to prosecute if I couldn’t even find the one behind the mafia syndicate?
If I could find this, it would be the break in my career.
I pushed away from the desk, suddenly lightheaded.
I had been feeling dizzy and sick all week probably because I wasn’t resting.
"You're fine," I muttered to myself, heading to the kitchen. Coffee would fix it. Coffee always fixed it.
But the second I poured it, the smell hit me like a slap and I suddenly felt uneasy. My stomach clenched violently.
I dumped the coffee into the sink and grabbed a glass of water instead.
Back at my desk, I'd barely picked up a file before another wave of dizziness hit me, harder this time.
Then the nausea.
I bolted for the bathroom, barely making it before I was on my knees, clutching the toilet, retching until my throat burned
When it passed, I stayed on the floor, my back against the wall, breathing hard.
This wasn’t just the need to rest. My hands leaped to my belly. Could I be…?
I immediately opened the cabinet and pulled out a pregnancy test. I took took the test and paced around the bathroom, impatiently
When the result appeared, I froze.
Two pink lines.
Pregnant.
No. No, no, no. That was impossible.
My knees buckled, I sank onto the cold tile floor, the test trembling in my hands. Daniel had never touched me. No one had.
So how the hell was I carrying a child?
