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“Madalina.” Lorna bangs on the door, but I don’t answer. Right now, I’m just trying to breathe. I can’t wait any longer, I’ve lost track of the time, so I pick up the test in my shaking hand and when I see the word PREGNANT very prominently displayed in the window, I immediately drop it to the floor and rush to the basin so I can throw up.
“Madalina!” Lorna continues to knock on the door and I quickly pull myself together, collecting the test and shoving it in the bathroom cabinet. It takes me a few attempts to practicemy smile in the reflection of the mirror, but when I get it right I open the door.
“Negative,” I tell her, breathing a fake sigh of relief. “I guess the pills are real and we’re just paranoid.”
“Well, you are married to a crime lord, you can’t blame us for having a few doubts.” Lorna seems to buy what I tell her and moves away from the door so I can step out.
“So what now, back down to the pool? Or we could try out that cinema room,” she suggests.
“I think maybe it’s best you go, chances are I do have the stomach flu.” I try to sound upbeat while controlling my shakes, and when she comes toward me and places her hand on my forehead she nods in agreement.
“You look pale and you're clammy as hell. You should get some rest. Call me later.” She avoids kissing me like she usually does and picks up her purse from the bed. “Close call, huh?” She giggles before she heads out the door and I flop onto the bed, staring at the blank wall in front of me while I absorb the fact that I’m pregnant by a manipulative, lying asshole.
I feel trapped, deceived, and hurt. Not to mention scared as hell.
How am I supposed to raise a child with a man I can’t trust? I have no idea what to do next, I’ve been completely blindsided and despite the huge problem I should be facing, all I can focus on is making that bastard hurt.
DARIO
It seems crazy, but I’ve missed her. Spending four nights in L.A. away from her felt like hell. I’ve missed the smiles that I've been getting from her more frequently. I’ve missed the way she tries to make me laugh when I take life far too seriously, and I’ve really missed the way our bodies sync together. I could have easily gotten my dick wet while I was away. Gianno Duplexude always has a good supply of whores on his estate, but there is no one in this world who I want to touch me more than I do my wife. Instead, I spent my evenings there tossing myself off to the photo I took of her a few weeks ago when she was in the bath. Now that I am home, her room is the first place I’m heading to.
I quietly open the door and creep into her room, admiring how innocent she looks with her long hair spread over the pillow. Pulling back the covers from her body, I examine her for any signs of change. Maybe her breasts are a little fuller than they were before I left, but that could just be hopeful thinking.
I gently slide my fingers over her stomach, wondering if my seed has taken its hold inside her yet, it’s been almost six weeks since our wedding night. I know these things can take time but the pills I acquired should have given us a major head start.
“Dario?” She stirs and I quickly move my hand away. Then take a seat on the mattress beside her.
“Yes.” I manage a smile wondering if she’s pleased to see me or disappointed that I cut my trip short.
“What time is it?” She groans sleepily.
“Just after midnight.” I loosen my tie and start to undress. Four days has been a long time to go without her and now that I’m home I’m going to fill her pussy and make up for all that lost time.
“Give me your hand.” I take her wrist and guide her palm toward my dick.
“You feel that? Feel how fucking hard I am for you?” I stroke her cheek and take in how beautiful she looks, especially when she’s sleepy. I want to pin her to the bed by her hair and fuck her like I’ve been starved of her, but at the same time, I have to remember that she could be in a delicate condition.
“I’m tired,” she whispers, snuggling her head deeper into her pillow.
“I know, but I’ve missed you.” My wife has done more than enough to earn my honesty.
I slip out of my boxers and round the bed to get in beside her, then sliding my hand over her hip I creep my fingers under the waistline of her panties and stroke her where I know she’ll be craving me.
“Dario, I’m a little drunk.” She giggles into the pillow, causing my hand to instantly freeze.
“What do you mean you're drunk?” I climb on top of her, taking both her wrists in my hands and pinning her to the mattress.
“You told me to help myself to what I needed while you were away, and Lorna and I decided to have a little pool party. We raided your liquor cabinet.” She doesn’t seem at allremorseful and when I think about the tiny, fragile fetus she could have growing inside her it makes my grip on her tense.
“Are you mad?” She looks up at me in a confused, innocent state that I’d usually find cute, but not tonight. “I thought you wanted us to work? I let my hair down and had some fun, it made all this pretending we’re doing, a little easier.” She smiles as if she knows her words are hurting me and if it wasn’t for the fact that she’s very likely pregnant I swear I would fuck that smile right off her face.
“You're too young to drink,” I growl while trying to keep my composure.
“I’m too young to get pregnant but you were still prepared to ensure it before I talked some sense into you.” Her eyes sparkle with venom, doing nothing to help me keep my cool.
“Look how angry you are. I’ll bet you want to turn me around and fuck me into this mattress.” She stares up at me seductively. “Spank my ass until I can’t stand the sting because your girl turned bad.” She fidgets her hips against mine like she’s trying to provoke the monster I’m holding back. “Come on, Dario, don’t you want to fuck me like a whore? Punish me, and make me hurt? You like me hurting, don’t you?”
“Stop,” I warn, despite the anger she’s causing, my cock throbs to be inside her, and the temptation to do all the things she just said is hard to override.
