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Eighty-Five: Pregnant
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2026-07-14 14:50:43
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My Pretty Dirty Kitten Ninety-One: My Gianna Is Back
DmitryGianna doesn't spare me another glance. She just keeps shaking her head, tears spilling down her cheeks as though she can't stop them, and every single one lands like a knife to my chest. I've seen her cry before. I've held her through panic attacks, nightmares, grief, and heartbreak. This is different.This time, I'm the reason.The realization settles deep in my bones, crushing the last bit of denial I had left. I keep trying to convince myself that everything I did was to protect her, that Tamer was the only version of me she trusted enough to confide in, but none of those excuses matter anymore. No amount of love changes the fact that I lied to her. I blurred every boundary she thought existed between her private life and mine, all because I couldn't bear the thought of letting either version of her go."Gianna..." My voice breaks around her name. I take a cautious step forward, keeping my hands low where she can see them. "Please forgive me."She flinches before I've even
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Ninety: Our Relationship Was Fake
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My Pretty Dirty Kitten Eighty-Nine: Sex Tape
GiannaI wait until I hear his footsteps disappear before letting out a long breath.Finally.Time to get some work done before eight o'clock arrives.I finish the soup while it's still warm, then carry the empty bowl downstairs. When I return to my room, my desk is already buried beneath notebooks, highlighters, and printed lecture slides. Dmitry peeks through the doorway, takes one look at the mess, and quietly raises both hands in surrender."I'll leave the genius to it.""You should," I reply with a small smile.He grins before closing the door behind him, finally giving me the privacy I'd asked for all day.The next few hours blur together in a haze of highlighted paragraphs and half-finished notes. I read the same sentence three different times before realizing none of it has registered. Every time I force myself to focus, my thoughts wander back to eight o'clock.By ten minutes to the hour, I give up pretending.I close my books, stack my notes into a neat pile, and slip my lap
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Eighty-Eight: One Last Session
I wake to another wave of cramps rolling through my stomach, sharp enough to drag me out of sleep. A frustrated groan slips past my lips as I pull the duvet over my head, hoping another five minutes will somehow make the pain disappear. It doesn't. If anything, the ache only settles deeper into my body, reminding me that my period has officially decided to make my life miserable.I squeeze my eyes shut and try to drift back to sleep, but Daine's messages keep flashing through my mind. I skipped three sessions already, and there was no chance Tamer would let a fourth one slide without consequences. As tempting as it is to spend the entire day curled up in Dmitry's arms, I know I have to log in tonight.I hate that I even want to.Things with Dmitry have never been better. Every passing day makes it harder to imagine my life without him, yet a part of me still looks forward to those sessions. They excite me in a way I can't quite explain, and the realization fills me with more guilt tha
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Eighty-Seven: Your Penalty Is Building Up
GiannaThe cramps hit like a freight train an hour later.I’m curled up on the couch in one of Dmitry’s oversized hoodies, a heating pad pressed against my lower belly, trying not to whimper every time another wave rolls through me. The relief I felt in the bathroom earlier has officially turned into bitter regret. Why did I ever wish for this? I think, biting down on my lip as another sharp twist makes me draw my knees closer to my chest.This is karma. Straight-up cosmic payback for panicking over a pregnancy I wasn’t even sure about.Dmitry walks back into the living room carrying a tray worry etchd on his face as we moves like an assigned private nurse. There’s a mug of chamomile tea, a bar of dark chocolate, painkillers, and a fresh hot water bottle. His eyes soften the second they land on me.“You’re still hurting,” he says, not a question. He sets the tray on the coffee table and crouches in front of the couch so we’re eye-level. One big hand rests gently on my thigh, thumb str
My Pretty Dirty Kitten Eighty-Six: Negative
GiannaI rush to the bathroom the second I get home, not even bothering to check whether Dmitry is home or not. I pull the pregnancy test out of my bag and quickly tear open the box.My hands tremble as I use it before setting it on the edge of the sink.Then I wait, pacing the length of the bathroom, my heart hammering against my ribs as the seconds drag by.What am I going to do if it comes back positive?I can’t keep it.A baby would ruin every plan I’ve made for myself. My future. My career. My life.And Dmitry…What if he doesn’t want it either?A sharp knock on the bathroom door startles me out of my skin before Dmitry's calm voice follows."Baby, you in there?"My eyes dart between the pregnancy test sitting on the countertop and the bathroom door.Shit.My throat dries up the second I try to answer him.Breathe, Gia.I squeeze my eyes shut and force a shaky breath out of my lungs."I'm taking a dump," I call back, praying my voice doesn't crack. "I'll be out in a second."Heat
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