Chapter Five

The rest of the day went by with the same routine—wrapping flowers, making coffee, and politely smiling at customers. But I kept thinking about D and how he left without saying anything.

When my shift ended, the sun was low in the sky, casting a warm golden light on the streets. I walked home slowly, my body still sore from the night before. When I reached my apartment, I opened the door.

I stepped inside and locked the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment as I let out a long, shaky breath. I moved to the kitchen, my stomach growling, and rummaged through the fridge for something to eat. As I ate, I couldn’t help but glance at the clock, counting the minutes until D might return.

He didn't show up, and I waited and waited. Just as I was about to send him a text about his lateness, he knocked on my door and I opened it to see him. Before I could open my mouth to tell him that I thought he wouldn't come, his lips crashed into mine.

His lips slanted against mine so roughly and skillfully that my cunt pooled with an aching heat that had my legs all giddy. He bit and nibbled on my lower lip, his tongue wrapping around mine as he deep throats me with his tongue.

Fuck, I don't think I want any other man as much as I want this man in front of me yet I knew nothing about him, not even his first name.

In the next minute, our clothes were all discarded onto the floor and he had my legs spread apart in front of him. He bent forward and his cool tongue caressed my folds. I gasped, my fingers grasping the table as my legs trembled. He ate me like a starved beast, his tongue skillfully caressing my walls and thrusting into my hole at the same time. I grabbed his jet-black hair, pushing his face closer as I neared my release.

“I...I cu...mm,” I screamed as I cummed right into his mouth.

He smirked as he swapped our positions, making me sit on his waist, right on top of him. I could feel his hard cock under my ass, getting swollen and bigger with each passing minute and also begging to enter me. D stared at me with his enchanting gray eyes and I gulped.

He wanted me to...

Without delay, I wrapped my right palm around his big cock and arched my ass upward to position it right under my pussy then I pressed down, letting his cock slip into my pussy slowly. I moaned softly immediately he was completely inside of me.

I started to ride him slowly, dragging out the pleasure and letting him slip in and out of me in a slow pleasurable manner.

I stared down at D watching him groan and frown in annoyance. He grabbed my waist and slammed in with full force insinuating a gasp from me. He started to thrust in roughly, going very deep inside of me and hitting parts I never knew were possible. His thrusts quickened, not giving me even the slightest second to breathe between moans and gasps.

In the next moment, I was cumming again with his cock still inside of me. My legs and whole body trembled after that sweet release and then his thick seed came rushing in, filling me up completely. My favorite part.

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I never expected D to still be here when I woke up. So imagine my shock when I opened my eyes to find him sprawled on my bed, wearing nothing but black boxers, the scent of my soap and shampoo clinging to his skin.

His arm was draped possessively around my waist, his breathing steady as he slept. Heat flooded my face, and I blushed like a teenager who'd just caught her crush looking her way. I couldn't help but stare at him—his chiseled features relaxed in sleep, a stark contrast to his usual intensity.

Suddenly, as if sensing my gaze, he stirred and leaned down, brushing his lips against mine. My breath caught, but I kissed him back instinctively, my thoughts spiraling into chaos.

Did I snore while sleeping?

Did I spin like a ceiling fan all night?

My sleep habits were downright embarrassing, but I never cared since I lived alone—until now.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety, making my heart stutter. He chuckled softly. “Isn't it a bit early to overthink with that tiny brain of yours?”

“D...”

“It's Darius,” he corrected, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Darius Kane.”

My eyes widened. He told me his name. Finally.

Did this mean I could ask him anything now—and actually get answers?

Gathering my courage, I took a deep breath. “Uh, Darius... how old are you exactly?”

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with amusement. “Twenty-six.”

I stared at him, utterly dumbfounded. "Twenty-six?!" I practically screeched, sitting up so fast I almost knocked him off the bed.

Darius blinked at me, confused. "What’s with the dramatics?"

"I'm thirty-four!" I blurted out as if announcing a national disaster. "You’re a whole eight years younger than me!"

He looked completely unbothered, lounging back against the pillows. "So?"

"So?" I echoed in disbelief. "That’s practically a generational gap! You were probably in kindergarten when I was learning how to drive!"

I know, I know. That was one hell of an exaggeration, but toy cars count, right?

Darius smirked. "That explains why you're always so bossy. You're basically my elder."

My jaw dropped. "Elder?!"

He laughed, clearly enjoying my meltdown. "Relax, granny. Age is just a number."

I grabbed a pillow and smacked him square in the face. "Call me that again and I swear I'll throw you out of this bed."

He caught the pillow easily, his grin teasing.

I huffed, crossing my arms. "You're impossible."

Darius leaned closer, his expression softening. "For real, though... I don't care how old you are. You shouldn't either and besides, you look way younger than your age."

His words caught me off guard, melting my indignation. "You're serious?"

"Completely." His voice was steady and sincere. "You’re incredible. Age doesn’t change that."

My heart did a little flip, but I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook just yet. "Fine. But don’t expect me to stop teasing you for being a child."

He chuckled. "Deal—if you can handle me teasing you for being a cougar."

I grabbed the pillow again. "You’re really pushing your luck, Kane."

I wanted to ask more questions, but he suddenly sprung up, saying he had something urgent to do, and he left. I got ready for work while feeling happy about the little conversation we had a few minutes ago.

Soon, a week went by, and I started feeling something you’d call the normal pregnancy symptoms. The nausea in the mornings, the sudden aversion to certain smells, the way my body felt heavier and more sensitive—it was all subtle at first, but it grew harder to ignore. One morning, as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my hand instinctively resting on my still-flat stomach, it hit me: this could be real. This could be happening.

I had to rush to a nearby chemist to buy a pregnancy kit. The cashier barely glanced at me as I fumbled for cash, my face heating up from embarrassment. Kit in hand, I hurried back home, my heartbeat racing.

In the bathroom, I ripped the box open, pulling out the test with shaky hands. The instructions blurred before my eyes, but I managed to follow them. Taking a deep breath, I did what I had to do and set the test on the sink, waiting.

Those two agonizing minutes stretched endlessly. I paced, stared at the ceiling, and even counted tiles on the floor just to distract myself. Finally, I gathered the courage to glance at the test.

Two lines.

The air left my lungs. It was positive! I was pregnant!!

My fingers glided over my flat stomach, and a grin spread across my face.

I couldn't wait for the day I would give birth to this child. Would it be a boy or a girl? Would it resemble me or be as drop-dead gorgeous as Darius?

I kicked my legs in happiness, but then a thought struck me: being pregnant meant our arrangement was coming to an end, and Darius would leave. My smile faded as I imagined the emptiness without him, and the joy I had felt just moments before was replaced by an overwhelming sense of loss.

What do I do?

Darius hadn’t come for the past seven days, and I couldn’t help but accept that I missed him so much, so badly.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind racing. Should I tell him? If I did, he'd probably bolt, eager to move on to other clients he was likely fucking another woman at this very moment.

I gritted my teeth at the thought.