Antonio stepped out of the shower with his towel hanging loosely around his waist, showing off his beautiful body. I sat on the bed, watching him walk slowly to me, all the while my eyes were trained on that V line and what was below it. I bit my lips, with longing.
"You know, you keep looking at me like that and it's driving me crazy," Antonio bit his lips, taking my attention from his perfect V-line to his face. His long hair stuck to his body like a second skin because of how wet it was, and all I wanted to do was to run my fingers through it. I bit my lower lips with a sly smile playing on my lips.
"When you look at me like that, I can't help but think very bad thoughts," Antonio staled towards me like a predator towards his prey. I laid my back on the bed when Antonio got to me. He stood between my legs, spreading them wide, then he leaned in, burying his face in the crook of my neck. I shut my eyes at
"I don't know if I told you, but Frank asked me to marry him," Anabeth flashed her big rock in our faces, mine and Dan's."It's this Saturday, and you're both invited," she added with a little smile. It wasn't the normal smile Anabeth usually had on, the one that showed she was as much as a bitch as everyone thought she was, no, this smile was of someone who is genuinely happy, and for the first time in my life, I was happy for her."Aren't you supposed to hand us wedding invites when you say something like that?" Dan questioned, cocking his head to the side. He was trying to mock her."No need for invites, just let us know where, we'll be there," I smiled at her. Anabeth flashed me a grateful smile, scowling a little at Dan, the. She walked out of the office."You don't have to be horrible when she's not being horrible you know? You look like a bully," I passed Dan a look which he laughed in response.&nbs
I took in a deep breath as I turned off my car. I had arrived home after having coffee with Aaliyah. I saw Antonio's car parked, which meant he was home, I smiled. After the afternoon I had, all I wanted was a good bath and a sensual massage from my man, but I guess I might've taken the Samantha thing too likely, because when I entered the house, I saw Samantha crying, holding onto Antonio's waist as she cried on the floor."What the hell is this?" I asked both of them and non of them in particular.Antonio stood frozen in his work clothes and briefcase hanging loosely from his right hand, and his black coat on his left. He had just returned from work."Get off me," Antonio looked down at Samantha instead of answering me."Samantha?" I called her out. She looked angry, and her eyes were bloodshot with tears. So this is how she decided to play her game?"Dan is cheating, and Sewa knows about it
Samantha didn't leave the next morning, or the next, or the next, and it had been three weeks since that night. Of course I had tired to get her to leave, but she'd always use Diego as her reason to stay. I didn't buy it until Diego came to Antonio and I saying he wanted Samantha to stay. I didn't believe that Diego really wanted her to stay, so I tired to get him to tell me if Samantha did anything, but he said he was learning to be forgiving so he wanted her to stay. I was shocked to say the least, but his decision made Antonio really happy.I woke up later than usual, which was unusual seeing as my body had a wake up time, which was 6am. For some reason, everything seemed slow and dull, and I felt dizzy and tired even though I just woke up, and it had been like that for the past week. I searched the room, but I couldn't find Antonio anywhere, which could only mean he left for work early.I strolled lazily down the stairs to make breakfast
I didn't know how to tell him, Antonio, that I was pregnant. He had asked me why I asked us out for dinner, but any time I thought about the words to say, I'd end up blank and change the topic.I knew why I was scared to tell him, but I didn't want to think about it, the reason. I didn't want to face his rejection, I didn't want him to blame me for getting pregnant. He might not react like that, but I didn't want to tell him just text until I was sure that he wanted children other than Diego. I mean if he wanted to get married to me, it meant he was thinking of the possibility of adding to our little family right? My thoughts where clouded, and I could hardly think straight. Throughout dinner, I ate in almost silence, leaving all the talking to Diego and Antonio and occasionally, the waiter. I couldn't think about anything that wasn't about me being pregnant.What if the child was a boy? Or a
"Who's pregnant?" The deep voice asked from behind me. I felt like cold water was poured on my body. I couldn't bring myself to turn to him or to answer his question. He had heard Samantha, he had heard the one thing I wanted to tell him, but from his question I couldn't tell if he was angry or happy; there were no emotions in his words. "Sewa?" Fuck, he called me Sewa. I had an idea that he didn't want the news to be true, but I didn't want to turn to him and confirm my thoughts. I didn't want to turn around and see him scowling or breathing fast with his eyebrows furrowed in anger. Seeing him like that would break me, but I had to face it, face him. I let my eyes climb up Samantha's face to see her smirking. "I'll give you guys some space," Samantha won. She got me and she got me hard. I didn't want to think about her words, but ma
"So you're saying that I'm going to have a baby sister?" Diego smiled, rubbing my stomach, leaning into me and giving my stomach a hug. I laughed at his cuteness but tears spilled from my eyes as I did. How was this little boy more mature than his stupid father, a very stupid and immature man.We gotten to my apartment, this same apartment o brought Diego to when his father didn't want him. I didn't have the strength to clean the house, so Diego and I went into my old room to hide away from everything and everyone else. Diego laid down around my waist, hugging my stomach for a while."Don't cry mommy, I promise I'll take care of her, and you," Diego placed a kiss on my stomach. The little action and his warm words brought hot fresh tears to my eyes."Don't cry mommy, I promise I'll do a good job," the little boy looked up at me, and I couldn't control myself. Diego was being strong for
I wasn't satisfied, I wanted a reason, a reason why he could accept Diego and not the one growing in me. It was hard to concentrate on any work when I didn't know why he made the decisions he made. I pushed myself out of my chair, rushing to the restroom to puke, since nausea had become my best friend and I couldn't go one peaceful morning without it."Sewa, are you okay?" Melissa pushed the stall open, letting only her head in. Why did she follow me out?"I'm fine Melissa, get back to work," I was out of breath, but I managed the words just fine."No you're not. Dan has gone to tell Mr. Blue you're sick, so I think you can go home for the day," Melissa said. I nodded, waving my hands at her. I was going to take a leave anyway. Melissa closed the stall, leaving me alone to my nausea. When I was sure I was done emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet, I cleaned myself a
I sat in my car, tired from all the shouting, yelling, puking and emotions that I had to let out, and I needed something to keep me calm, so I called the only man who ever cared about me. The only man who gave an actual fuck about me; my father."Hello, my angel," my fathers thick Nigerian accent hit me like a wave of fresh air. I smiled immediately at his voice and the name he called me."Hey daddy," I leaned further into my car sit in the park. I didn't quite have it in me to go back to being alone in that house just yet. I didn't feel like crying yet."This one you called me today, did somebody die," my father joked, I laughed. It had been only a few seconds but the man made me feel better than I've felt in hours. Why didn't I call him since?"No daddy, no one died, at least not yet," I added, thinking to how I'd kill Antonio once I find out that Samantha is doing something shady to my son.