Pregnant With The Douchebag Jock นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Am I supposed to believe you after the stunt you pulled at the clinic?” My brows furrowed. What? Sofia stepped even closer, her eyes glinting with irritation. “You took away my chance of carrying his babies,” she hissed. “Do you really expect me to believe it was just a coincidence that right after you stole his sperm, you just so happened to unknowingly apply for a job as his secretary?” My head snapped back slightly, caught between disbelief and amusement. Stole his sperm? Was this woman hearing herself? “I didn’t steal it was a fucking mix up and we all know that the nurses are the ones to blame for that.”

"You piece of trash! You worthless, pathetic excuse for a man! I'm coming over whether you like it or not! You owe me this, you hear me? You owe me!" "Owe you? For what, exactly?" Jack's voice was sharp now, losing its casual indifference. "For putting up with your crazy ass? For loaning you money you never paid back?" "I'm pregnant, you bastard!" Sophia blurted out, the words tumbling out in a desperate, last-ditch effort. "I'm pregnant with your child!"

“Then I’d have to dump your ass.” He pursed his lips playfully. “Is it true that when women get pregnant their blobs get bigger?” he asked, his gaze flicking down to my chest. I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Yes, Jace,” I confirmed. He pressed his chest against my back tightly. “Then I want lots of kids,” he joked, his hand skimming up my side heading towards my breasts. I squealed and pushed his hand away it reached its desired destination. Dawn clicked her tongue. “Huh, I was definitely wrong,” she mused, turning back to the bread.

Jackson just stares at me in horror. “Jacks!” I say, laughing a little, putting my hands again on his cheeks. “It’s plenty of time. Millions of people have done this before, okay? And we’ve got an OBGYN in the family, and a magical healer. Everything is going to be totally fine!” He just stares at me like those seven words are a lifeline. “Everything is going to be totally fine.”

WAIT. After a few thrusts, Jack ej*culated inside me flooding my w-mb with his warm c-m, I tried to stop him but it was already too late, what's done is done, I lay still under his manly frame exhaling as I felt his c-m circulating inside me.. If and when we get to Abuja, I'll have to start taking pills 💊, cause if care is not taken, I might end up getting knocked up and pregnant. Jack laid on my body breathing hard as he had ej*culated, I was thinking he was done but then he began to thrust his d-ck inside me again.

"My God!" When he found out that Jack wasn't joking with him, Noah felt that the situation was too absurd. "Isn't this too bizarre?" "No," Noah still found it unbelievable. "Isn't your accuracy rate too high? You only did it once, and it was your first time. With just that one time, you made someone pregnant?" Jack let out a sigh, but couldn't say anything. Because everything Noah said was true, he really was...

During lunch in the cafeteria, my pregnant coworker Bethany Niles reaches right over and snatches the chicken drumstick off my plate. She gnaws it down to the bone before casually announcing, "I'm six months pregnant. I need all the nutrition I can get right now. "Plus, I'm carrying a boy, and he's the only grandson in my husband's family. Do you have any idea how important this baby is?" I stare at her, completely lost. "And? It's not like it's my kid." She doesn't even acknowledge me. "I'm just letting you all know, from now on, you're all taking turns giving me your drumsticks." The other coworkers at the table all pretend to focus on their food, heads down, nobody daring to say a wo

I look over at Jack who is dancing in his seat over the food. "Jack!" I whisper shout at him making him look at me. 'Tell him' I mouth to him and he just nods his head before jumping out of his seat, lifts up his shirt and says " Look what you did to me! You and your glorious dick knocked me up. So congratulations Papa we're having a baby!" Misha freezes as a look of confusion appears on his face. "But you boy. Not girl my prince" he says as he tries to figure it out.

“That is the dream, but we don't have medicine that will work on douchebags.” “Fair enough.” I said, sipping from my coffee with a slight grin. “He's probably using his d--k enough that gonorrhoea isn't outside the realm of possibilities.” She arched a brow, eyeing me carefully. "Does that bother you? Knowing that he's out there living it up while you're stuck here with a baby?"

I was so sure. Could it be because of the revelation? With another girl? But we were nothing. It was just a contract marriage. It wasn't real... and we hadn't even done it yet. "I feel... jealous," the word stumbled out in a whisper, and my hand instinctively went to my stomach, rubbing it in a slow circle. No. It was just a wish for my unborn child... I shut my eyes tightly, shaking my head to dismiss the thought. I sat straight on the bed now, my gaze drawn to the package.