"22 year old Engineering student sets Owen Harris straight after years being rumoured as gay.""I can't with these headlines." Kimmie has been laughing non stop as she reads one after another tabloids' headline about Owen and I."Why do they call him gay? Just because he never revealed his relationship with anyone, doesn't mean he's gay." Yes my bestfriends don't know he's gay. I signed the NDA, remember? Though they know he's my sugar daddy slash boyfriend."Your kids are gonna be beautiful little human." Cleo nods to herself then shows her phone screen.My eyes widen seeing all the pictures Owen has deleted few days ago are being shared in an article. They even included some from our date yesterday. Damn it. I knew those pictures will pop out somewhere eventho

"That's not nice, Estelle." He says sternly while pulling both his hands to his chest, hugging himself.He is standing next to the bathroom door with a pout on his face, acting like an angry toddler who's flashing it's not fair despite what he did. Messy bed hair, piercing turquoise-green-blue-ish eyes, flexed muscled arms on the chest, and one semi-hard penis."You joked about my life goals." I reply him with the same tone, bringing my own set of arms around my bare chest, unconsciously pushing my bare tits further up, pushing them together creating a deep cleavage. We are both naked with a good three feet distance between us."You're the third person to ever know about them. That's not very nice too, isn't it?" I tighten the gri

"Forget what I said, I don't want forever," he sighs with his eyes remained shut, "I want a quickie for the rest of my life."I giggle despite his erection filling me balls deep with the alarm from the fridge has finally stopped beeping; most probably fed up with its owner for not minding the importance of energy conservation or food preservation.I was bending on my attempt to grab some of the fruits for my morning smoothie when Owen swiftly enters me with the easy access I'm providing. I should have learned better than to walk around in just his shirt, afterall he's been doing this most mornings whenever I sleep over at his penthouse.I hope the cleaners deep-clean this kitchen with complete sanitisation considering the amount of contamination we provided with sex is more than using it for cooking.  

"I probably should tell you this earlier," the nervousness he's showing is alarming but I don't interrupt him, instead I just watch the gorgeous man from my seat, "My parents are here."My eyes widen at the revelation, "Excuse me?""They have ten percents of the shares but they only join the annual board meeting so uhh, that's why this month we have a week long meeting instead of the one day meeting. All the partners joined, including my parents.""Why are you telling me?" Is this his subtle way to introduce me to his parents?"There's gonna be a brunch this Sunday so...""Owen, I'm not gonna meet your parents," the tone might have come out stronger than I intend it to be but I can't help it, "I told you I'm leaving next week

"Owen...""Hmm?""What if I'm not pregnant?"The finger he's been using to draw circles on my bare tummy stops abruptly upon hearing my enquiry. He lifts his face to look at me, "Are you wishing you're not pregnant?""I want the baby as much as you want it," I continue playing with his hair as I've been ten minutes ago, "I just wonder what will happen if I'm not pregnant. We clearly never planned for this, so what will happen next if we get a negative?"I don't understand why I'm asking this question because I clearly have the answer; we'd proceed with our life as we've decided three days ago before this pregnancy scare- me going forward with my life plan, and him out of my life doing whatever he's supposed to do, without me.