Imogen’s POVI sighed as the warm water hit my skin.For the first time in days, I woke up feeling hopeful, like everything will work out. Agatha will get her treatment and I will be getting another chance to make better choices. The thought of having an abortion sucked but it was the best decision for me.I never expected Tilda to have a change of heart, especially after the whole she did not want to interfere with karma comment.I still wonder what the true beef was between Agatha and Tilda and why Tilda would not just fire Agatha if she really hated her that much.Anyways, that was none of my business.I got out of the bathroom, got dressed in the usual white and black uniform, packed my damp hair in a bun, glanced at myself once more in the mirror and then headed for the door.I yanked the door open and my heart skipped when my eyes landed on Mason. He wore a wide smile that brightened his handsome features and held out a single red rose.Did Tilda tell him about the pregnancy?“M
Imogen’s POVI sat in the corner of my room with the positive pregnancy stick in my hand. My eyes were puffy from crying and Julia fell asleep on the floor beside me.My life was over.That was all I could think.This was the worst timing. My mother was just diagnosed with cancer and I could lose her if I don’t find a way to raise the money. Mason was an asshole and would probably deny the pregnancy if I told him about it. He never cared about me, all he wanted was sex, a baby wasn’t part of it.And Agatha would kill me. She had asked me if we used protection and I had lied.If she doesn’t kill me Tilda will definitely. She would certainly think I did this to tie her precious son down.What the fuck am I going to do?I wasn’t ready to be a mother! I am fricking 19!What a shit storm my life has become. ***“Imogen,” Julia’s gentle voice drifted into my ears as she shook me awake.I opened my eyes and found her standing over me with a sad smile on her face. “I got you breakfast,” she
Imogen’s POVThe beeping of all the monitors hooked up to Agatha made me all the more nervous.I paced around the sterile room, the smell of disinfectant harassing my nostrils. It has been hours since we’ve been told to wait for the test results. But it was taking way too long.And the nurses coming in to check on Agatha still wouldn’t tell us what was happening. I was this close to going into full blown panic.“Pumpkin, take a break,” Agatha said weakly from behind me.I sighed, she looked so pale, like all the blood had drained from her body, except for the ugly red patch on her arm.I plopped down beside her bed and examined the red patch. “When did you get this?” I asked as I examined it. It looked like blood had congealed there.“Maybe two weeks ago?” she sounded unsure.Two weeks ago, and I hadn’t noticed. I guess I had our mother daughter bond to blame. “Does it hurt?”She retracted her hand. “It doesn’t. You should go home, it’s late.”I narrowed my eyes at her. We may not hav
Imogen’s POVI groaned.I felt like shit. My body ached and I probably have the stale tacos from last night to thank for the severe nausea I’ve been experiencing all morning.I could not even have breakfast for fear of making my belly feel much worse than it already did.To make things worse, I was on kitchen duty. Everything I perceived made me want to throw up even more. The chef was an excellent cook, but today everything she cooked smelled like shit. I just hope the Tilda Livingston don’t notice and fire her.I hurriedly washed the dishes while suppressing the urge to throw up the cup of coffee I had managed to drink. Thankfully, I haven’t seen Agatha all morning, else she would have given me he'll as though I intentionally chose to feel sick.“Um, Imogen.”I craned my neck and flashed a polite smile at Josh. “Didn’t you get your breakfast?” I asked. Josh worked the gardens and almost never came into the main building much less the kitchen, except it had something to do with food
Julia’s POVI stirred as the light fell on my face.The memories of the previous night came flooding back, making my lips stretch in a small, satisfied smile. The way we kissed we such passion that threatened to consume me, the feel of his hands as he caressed my naked skin, the feel of his member as it delivered mind shattering strokes….How could so bad feel so damn good? And that wasn’t the worst part.The worst part was that I still wanted a repeat of last night.My eyelids flickered open with the hopes of catching a glimpse of Tristan, but to my surprise his part of the bed was empty.That was when I heard it.The melodious tune coming from outside the room. Someone was playing the piano. It had to be Tristan.I climbed out of bed and grabbed his shirt from the floor and threw it on.I stepped out of the room, following the sound of the music till I can to a stop outside of a room.Stealthily, I pushed the door open and found Tristan in front of a grand piano, his long fingers sk
Julia’s POVMaybe I shouldn’t have said anything.But he would have still found out either way. We were just about to have sex! This was better. Yes.On the bright side, even though my entire body was aflame with longings that I have never felt before and dying to grab his member and inserting inside me; at least I get to save myself for someone that deserves me. Someone that did not blackmail me into becoming his property.I folded my hand over my chest, a weak attempt at covering my shame. I’m not even sure why I was feeling ashamed. I did not do anything wrong.I should leave. Yes, it was better than standing here and enduring this awful silence.I spun around and headed for the door.“Are you scared?” his voice boomed coolly from behind me.I halted almost immediately, my hand freezing on the door knob but I didn’t dare look back. I didn’t want to see the horror in his eyes. I did not want him to reject me. I inhaled sharply. “Yes.”“Good. I am anything but gentle.”It’s a good th