Repressed (Wattys 2014 Winner)

Chapter 32

(Adrian’s POV)

She rode up and down on my throbbing member. She moaned like an adult film star and I would be lying if I said, I didn’t enjoy it. Pasha knew exactly what was going on inside my office and had told everybody not to disturb me in my time of…need.

I chuckled to myself as Dahlia went up and down over me, she was so tight, and it was damn pleasurable. “Finishing my unfinished business, Adrian.” She had said when she entered my office. In a flash she was in nothing more than her bra, panties and her garter stockings set.

“Oh baby, you are sooo good!” I exclaimed loudly. Dahlia chuckled, “I know I am.” After an hour we were done, she cleaned herself up in the private washroom in my office and left.

I checked the tracking on the bracelet and came to know that Milla was walking back home. Probably from the clinic, I thought. I wonder what the results were, was she pregnant? I didn’t want her to be. I wasn’t ready for kids. I was only twenty seven for God’s sake. But if she was pregnant with my child, I would be the happiest person alive, or not.

Shane had left for Spain and after the match he would go on a world cruise with his girlfriend, who was oblivious to what he had done to, and with, Milla. I smiled to myself, he was such a loyal friend.

A tap on the door snapped me back to reality. I adjusted my suit and tie and spoke up, “Come in!”

Pasha entered and dumped a few files on my desk, she turned to exit and then sneered, “Clean this place up. It smells like sex.” I smirked, “Maybe it’s cause I had sex.” Pasha turned around, her arms crossed over her maroon dress, “Is that honestly the best you can do?”

But before I could say anything she had already left.

***

I walked into the apartment, Tesco bags in tow. I went to the kitchen and tossed them on the slab, taking the things out and keeping them in their rightful places. I cooked pasta putanesca as it was the easiest and fasted thing to make. I was exhausted and decided to go to sleep. I took off my clothes and wrapped myself in Adrian’s sheets.

I had barely slept for ten minutes when I heard the bedroom open with a loud bang, making me jump in fright. Adrian was standing at the entrance, his black hair sticking out and his blue eyes were searching, his chest heaved as if he had run a marathon and had come home.

“Are you okay?” I asked. I pulled the sheets tightly around my frame. I watched Adrian’s eyes flicker to my exposed skin but it came back to my face again, “Your results?” I knew that he was talking about the pregnancy test but I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to sleep, I was so tired that I could pass out and not wake up for aeons. “It’s in my bag,” I gestured at the teeny clutch that lay on the table next to the ottoman. He stalked towards it and growled, “You better not be pregnant, Milania.”

“Check the result, you putain!” I spat at him in anger. He arched his eyebrows and tore the sealed envelope open, he nearly tore the report. He quickly unfolded it. I bit my lips as I watched his eyes scan the contents of the test and the details given within. He briefly glanced at me and then back at the test.

He threw the paper in the trash can and walked towards me, his eyes glinting with something untold. Without any warning, he ripped the sheets off my body till I was naked and covered in nothing but his lustful gaze.

He sat down on the bed and prodded my tummy, “Seems alright to me.” He mumbled. I covered my bare chest with my arms and criss-crossed my legs so as to hide my modesty. He grinned at me, “I want you, Milla.”