“Now it’s your turn,” Xavier said, releasing himself from her and lifting her on the desk. He stepped away from her and admired her body, from her bare chest to her skirt bunched over her waist and her mound underneath it that still had his cum dripping out of it. “You have the hottest ‘just got fucked’ look,” he praised. She spread her legs wider and smiled when his gaze fell to her core and remained there. “Only you can make me look this way,” she said, running her hand softly over his cock that was still hard and pulsing, even though he had reached his orgasm just a few seconds ago. He got closer and positioned himself between her legs without moving. He placed his lips directly on her ear and whispered, “What do you want me to do to you?” Charlotte bit her lip as a dozen fantasies she had thought up filled her head all at once. “I want…” she began. Her request was interrupted by a knock on the door. As if whoever was behind the door could somehow develop x-ray vision and

“I don’t want this to be a test anymore, Charlotte. Not even an extended one,” he said. “What do you mean?” She asked with her heart beating, because she had an idea of what he meant. “I’m saying I don’t want us to call this a test anymore. Let’s just…we’re married. Let’s just say I want to make it official. This relationship thing. But we’re already married so I’m not sure how much more official it can get. But you know what I mean. You’re right, you’re not my ex-wife and I…fuck. I don’t know what I’m saying,” he rambled and pinched the space between his brow in frustration. “I understand you,” she said immediately, hoping he wouldn’t take back his words just because he wasn’t used to expressing himself in this way. “Continue, please.” He exhaled. “Ok. I’m ready to move on, and I want to move on with you. I promise there won’t be any secrets or doubts between us again, if you’ll have me.” Even though he hadn’t said the exact words she wanted to hear, she was still moved to tears

“No, no. That’s not possible,” Charlotte whispered, shaking her head. “Who would care so much to do that? What would they have to gain?” Xavier’s grip tightened on her knee, trying to comfort her and keep her in place all at once. “She may have made a mistake,” Xavier said in a way that let her know he was only saying that to make her feel better. “You don’t believe that,” she caught him in his lie. He sighed. “Dr Anna is the best gynecologist in the whole state. There’s no reason why she would risk her job and reputation just to lie for no reason.” “So who do you think was purposely trying to keep me from getting pregnant?” She asked, still unable to come to terms with it. “Do you suspect Jonah?” “Of course,” Xavier agreed immediately. “I’ll start up an investigation…” “Jonah was broken when he found out I lost the baby,” she cut in. “Our relationship went downhill because I couldn’t get pregnant. How on earth could he be the one stopping me from giving him the one thing he ev

A sly smile appeared on Xavier’s face but it was gone before Jonah could see it. “That’s good,” he said, using the back of his hand to cover his mouth. From Jonah’s end it would have looked like he was simply deep in thought. “Make sure you say everything exactly as it happened.” Jonah swallowed and thought back to the time when Charlotte announced her pregnancy to him. “She told me she was pregnant but…but I wasn’t ready. I didn’t even like her that much. I was just using her to make Valerie jealous but then one thing led to another and she fell pregnant,” Jonah said. “I asked her to get rid of it but she vehemently refused. Her mother threatened me to marry her so I did, because it would have affected our family name if she told people I had denied her pregnancy so I had to.” Xavier nodded as he listened to his nephew. This was going just like he had planned. His phone was on, recording every word that came out from his mouth. “I understand you,” Xavier said, urging him to spea

Xavier woke up some time later and frowned when he realized Charlotte was not beside him. He couldn’t tell what time it was, so he tried to switch his phone on, but couldn’t find it anywhere. While he sleepily wondered where his phone was, he heard slight whimpering coming from the bathroom. Confused, he rushed in there and found Charlotte sitting on the closed toilet seat and sobbing. “What’s wrong?” He asked, crouching down and holding her shoulders. “Did you have another nightmare?” Charlotte wrestled out of his grasp and lifted his phone to show him. Her eyes were puffy and her face was swollen, a sign she had been crying for a while. “The only nightmare is coming across your family!” She tried to yell, but her voice only came out as a raspy whisper. “You’re all terrible people. Every last one of you.” When Xavier saw the recording he had made with his nephew playing under the texts he had sent to his detective, Xavier understood what was going on. “Shit,” he cursed, angry a