The money I have left isn’t much, but it’s something.
Still, it’s a lot less than what I usually had. I’ve been skipping too much work and luckily, I paid my tuition in advance. The rent’s coming soon, and I was forcing myself not to think about it because I wasn’t really in a position to stress myself out right now.
The money’s only enough for Mexi and me, I can’t add another life form in t
He closed his eyes, letting his head fall on the steering wheel.I could hear him murmuring something under his breath and knowing Markus, I could tell it was probably calculations about how much he could lessen from the contract I wanted him to sign. He was torn about this, that I could tell. It was like he wanted to disregard the contract I made but knew that the virtues of his clan were something that he couldn’t break. It wasn’t like I
“What is that?” I ignored his question and started placing some of my clothes inside one of the boxes I stole from the Dollar Pantry’s dumpster. They were perfectly pretty boxes and weren’t even soggy. They could be moving boxes, and no one would know any better. It didn’t even look like it was stolen.
I take two bowls of piping hot mac and cheese from outside the microwave.Markus had probably heard it and smelled the cheese because, without a word, he sits on one of the chairs that were beside the counter that separated the kitchen from the rest of the wide apartment.
Markus was talking loudly on the phone.Yawning, I push myself up. It’s either the walls were thin in his apartment or he was just talking too damn loudly. Kind of more inclined in thinking it was the latter. The dingus probably forgot I was here in the first place. My stomach rumbled, and I was just about to ignore it and go back to sleep when I remembered I was technically eating for two now, and skipping breakfast might endanger me or something.I open my door, peering slightly when it was ajar and from how I heard him, I could tell he was probably by the front door. Maybe he was deciding whether or not he should leave. Rolling my eyes, I ignore him and walk towards the kitchen.When I made the mac and cheese yesterday, I didn’t have time to check h
This could not happen again.This could not happen again for several reasons.Still, when I felt him start to rub his cock on my butt, I think my brain just decided to let the reasons slip slowly away. Stifling a small moan, I bring my finger up my mouth and bite into it. My nipples were fully much awake now and asking for attention. Not to mention I was feeling all hot and bothered and immediately I could feel myself getting wet.What the fuck? No wonder I got pregnant.Wait, a minute… is sex even safe when one’s pregnant?I mean I’m only a few weeks in… I’m sure it won’t be that bad.
Markus was happily sipping his hot chocolate while I was nestled comfortably on his lap in the kitchen.Ever since we first slept together in his room, I took note that he was a cuddler. And I guess I got confirmation of that when he helped me clean myself up, dressed me, and carried me all the way to the kitchen. My feet didn’t even touch the floor yet. Not that I would argue, he managed to pile me hard enough that I felt my thighs shake.Once we got here, he grabbed the mugs and placed them in front of us. He sat on one of the chairs and when I was about to stand up and grab a chair of my own, he wrapped one of his arms around my waist in a vice-like grip and that was that. I grabbed the mug and leaned my head on his chest, while he sipped hot chocolate looking a bit dazed.
Sneezing, I rub my nose with the sleeves of my jacket.It was mid-afternoon and I had texted Markus that my class had already finished. Professor Aschwa had been a bit of an asshole this morning and I already wanted to take a nap because he had pissed me off. He had discussed tips and tricks to create an effective appellate brief and I thought for sure he would be using my work as an example, he decided to use another student’s. Some random kid that wasn’t even present when he had discussed it.And I quote ‘Take note how he managed to put into writing the concern of the appellate judges as well as their limitations within the case. Simply exquisite.’Groaning, I sneeze into my sleeve again, my feet tapping against the pavement. Where wa
“Tell me,” I lick my lips, nodding. “Why did you have to lie to Rense?”He doesn’t answer. I could tell from the way he was holding the steering wheel that he was seething with anger. A fit of anger that I don’t quite understand. Was he mad that I forced him to pick me up? Had I called at an awkward time and he had a meeting with a rich investor? Because that was the only reason that I could think of that made sense.Obviously, if he was angry because he felt jealous over Rense, then he needed a good whack on the head.He started chuckling darkly, confusing me. “You know, we’re bound by the contract. The one you made me sign, remember that piece of paper?”“Yes,&rdq