Chapter Four

Without another moment’s hesitation, D swept me away from the table. In one fluid motion, he lifted me into an embrace, his arms encircling my legs as my hands instinctively found their place around the solid warmth of his neck. My whole body flinched a bit as he slammed into me at once. I didn't expect him to fuck me while standing, but I love it so much.

My moans were replaced with tiny screams and squeaks as he thrust so deep into me. It felt so good.

I threw my head back in pure pain and bliss. I could've sworn I could feel him hitting my womb hard, fast, and raw.

His thrusts didn't falter even though he was standing. Instead, it got faster and rougher. My tiny living room now smelled of sex and sweat. The next moment, I was squirting all over the cheap carpet on the floor while trying to catch my breath.

A naughty smirk formed on his face upon seeing the mess I made and my face flushed red in embarrassment. He didn't stop, though; he slammed into me one more time and pumped his seed into me again.

Then we continued our wild sex, doing it again and again in different positions I never knew were possible. We didn't stop until we— more like I was too tired to go on. My eyes drooped lazily as I lay on his arms and then I fell asleep. I woke up to find myself on my little bed, completely wiped clean, and changed into some neat clothes.

I looked around. There seemed to be no sign of D anywhere, I guess he returned to his company or agency to service other clients. It's not like he is exclusively mine or something.

I looked at the time, and it was 8:47 PM. How long had I been unconscious?

I gently caressed my flat stomach as a blush crept onto my cheeks. I couldn't wait to get pregnant and have a baby, and according to the deal we had, he would visit me every day to have sex until he was certain I was pregnant.

I sighed tiredly as I pressed my trembling legs against the wall because I read an article stating that staying in that position would speed up the pregnancy process.

As I caressed my stomach, I thought about my family— my mom, dad, and sister. How would they react upon finding out that I am pregnant?

Well, I am not pregnant yet, but I feel confident that I will be soon. I know my mom would be completely against me having a child with a man I am not married to, but I don’t really care about her opinion regarding my life. After all, she sees me more as a source of income than as her daughter.

I sighed as I brought my legs off the wall and stood up. Immediately I did so, I winced and spread my legs a bit cause pressing them together kinda hurt. I gave up eventually and let myself fall into the bed again and then I fell asleep.

****

The next morning, I found myself back at the flower shop, wrapping a bouquet of roses in crisp cellophane. I handed the bouquet to the regular customer who always came in for his dozen roses. He was handsome, with a tall frame and striking features that had once made my heart skip a beat. But that crush had faded.

Every morning, without fail, he’d come in and buy roses—always a dozen, always for someone special. I wondered who they were for. A girlfriend, perhaps? Someone he adored enough to gift these beautiful blooms day after day. The thought made me upset in a way I couldn’t quite explain, but it also reminded me of my own boundaries. I wasn’t the type to intrude on someone else’s happiness, and the idea of being a third wheel made my stomach churn.

He smiled brightly as he handed me $50, far more than the $30 the roses cost. I’d told him countless times that he didn’t need to overpay, but he always insisted. “It’s a gift for you,” he’d say, his tone warm and kind. I never knew how to respond, so I simply thanked him and watched as he left, the roses cradled carefully in his arms.

I stared at his back for a few minutes before shaking my head and staring back at my phone on the counter, waiting for anything, maybe a text from D?

Laila raised an eyebrow, “So… Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome just dropped another $50 on roses. What’s his deal, Nina? Is he secretly in love with you or something?”

I rolled my eyes as I wiped down the counter, “Oh, please. He’s not in love with me. He’s just… generous, I guess”

Laila grinned mischievously, “Generous, huh? Or maybe he’s trying to impress you. You know, the whole ‘I’m a mysterious guy who overpays for flowers’ routine. Very romantic.”

I laughed softly, “Romantic? Laila, he’s buying roses for someone else. Every single day. Trust me, if he was trying to impress me, he’d be handing *me* the roses, not walking out the door with them.”

Laila shrugged, “Fair point. But still, there’s something about him. The way he looks at you when he hands you the money… it’s like he’s trying to say something without actually saying it.”

“You think so? I mean, he’s always polite, but… I don’t know. I’ve never gotten the vibe that he’s interested in me. Besides, he’s younger than me. Probably has a girlfriend or something.”

“Since when do you care about age? And for the record, you’re not exactly ancient, Nina. You’re what, 28? That’s, like, peak hotness. Trust me, if he’s not into you, he’s blind.”

Nina shook her head, “I am actually 34”

Laila's eyes widened like two footballs, “What?? You look way younger than your age. You look 26, the fuck. I mentioned 28 cause I felt you might be older. And anyway, You should talk to him. Next time he comes in, ask him who the roses are for. Worst case, he tells you to mind your own business. Best case, you find out he’s single and totally into you.”

I smiled, “I don’t know, Laila. Even if he *was* single, I’m not exactly in a place to start something new. My life’s already complicated enough as it is.”

Laila leaned closer, her tone softening, “Complicated how? You’ve been acting weird lately, Nina. Like, *weird* weird. Is everything okay?”

I hesitated, my gaze dropping to the counter, “I’m fine. Just… tired, I guess. Work’s been busy, and I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

Laila narrowed her eyes, “Uh-huh. And does ‘a lot on your mind’ have anything to do with that guy you’ve been seeing? The one you won’t tell me about?”

I blushed, my eyes widening, “What? I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Laila smirked, “Oh, come on. You think I don’t notice when you’re hiding something? You’ve been all secretive and smiley lately. Spill it, Nina. Who is he?”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands, “Laila, it’s… it’s not like that. It’s complicated.”

Laila crossed her arms, her smirk turning into a knowing grin, “Complicated, huh? Sounds juicy. You know I’m not letting this go until you tell me everything, right?”

I laughed, “You’re impossible.”

Laila grinned, “Maybe. But you love me anyway.”