WHAT IF???

Chapter 23: Kirk's Proposition

As Sam walked through the office corridors, her mind was preoccupied with thoughts from the previous day. She barely noticed anyone around her, lost in her own thoughts. Even when passing by Mon, Sam's mind remained distant.

Yha leaned over to Mon and whispered, "Is everything alright with Sam? She seemed a bit off today."

Mon glanced over at Sam, who was struggling to articulate her points during the meeting. "I'm not sure," Mon replied softly. "She's been acting a bit strange."

"Oh before I forgot, just a heads up, you've got that meeting with the clients later, along with Sam," Yha reminded Mon.

"Thanks for reminding me. I'll make sure everything's ready. Hopefully, Sam's feeling better by then," Mon replied, her concern evident.

As the meeting progressed, Sam continued to falter, and Mon eventually stepped in to salvage the presentation. Mon skillfully guided the discussion, impressing the clients with her knowledge and poise.

After the meeting concluded, Mon approached Sam with a concerned look. "Hey, is everything okay?" she asked gently. "You seemed a bit out of sorts during the meeting."

Resting her elbows on the table, Sam sighed deeply, her forehead resting in her palms. "Mon, I think Kirk is onto something," she confessed.

Mon glanced around discreetly before leaning in closer to Sam. "Why? What's going on?" she inquired, concern etched on her face.

Sam leaned in closer to Mon, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mon, I need to tell you something," she began, her tone serious. "Kirk approached me with a proposition."

Mon's eyebrows furrowed in concern. "What kind of proposition?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

"He wants me to give him a child," Sam revealed, her voice tinged with disbelief. "In exchange, he said he wouldn't interfere with anything I want to do."

Mon's eyes widened in shock. "That's absurd!" she exclaimed, her voice barely containing her outrage. "What did you say?"

"I told him I'm not going to let that happen," Sam replied firmly. "I won't give him a reason to tighten his hold over me."

Mon placed a comforting hand on Sam's arm. "You did the right thing, Sam," she reassured her girlfriend. "We'll figure this out together."

Sam glanced around the office nervously before leaning in closer to Mon. "Mon, I'm afraid he might suspect something, and if he does, you could be in trouble."

Sam's voice trembled as she recounted Kirk's proposition to Mon. "He basically told me that if I don't agree to his terms, I should just keep dreaming of being with someone else," she explained, her frustration evident.

Mon's eyes blazed with anger at Kirk's audacity. "He has no right to dictate your life," she declared vehemently, her fists clenched in indignation. "Especially considering our history."

Sam's frustration bubbled to the surface as she admitted, "I'm pissed because I let that marriage happen."

Mon's brow furrowed with concern as she asked, "Why do you feel that way, Sam?"

Sam took a deep breath, her gaze locking with Mon's. "Are you ready for the explanation?" she asked hesitantly.

Mon's eyes softened with understanding as she replied, "I don't need an explanation, Sam. I love you, no matter what."

Touched by Mon's unwavering support, Sam's eyes welled up with tears. "I'm so grateful to have you in my life," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Mon smiled tenderly, reaching out to cup Sam's cheek. "I accepted you back into my life despite your marriage," she said softly. "Your explanation is no longer important to me."

Sam's heart swelled with love for Mon as she leaned into her touch. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion.

Mon stood up and moved behind Sam, wrapping her arms around her from behind. "We'll face whatever comes our way together," she vowed, pressing a gentle kiss to Sam's temple.

After planting a tender kiss on Sam's temple, Mon leaned in closer to her ear, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if we're the ones who make a baby, Sam?" As she leaned back, her hands trailed upward, grazing lightly against Sam's chest, sending shivers of sensation down her spine.

With a flirtatious glance, Mon casually unbuttoned one button of her blouse as she left the meeting room. Sam hurried after her, taking hold of her hand. After quickly scanning the area to ensure no one was watching, Sam led Mon to the nearby restroom and swiftly locked the door behind them.

Sam pressed Mon against the wall, showering kisses on her neck, while firmly holding Mon's wrist. Mon struggled to keep her balance, overcome by the sensation coursing through her. With a gentle touch, Sam guided Mon towards the sink, where she hoisted Mon up to sit on the edge, positioning herself between Mon's legs.

As Sam pressed kisses along Mon's neck, her hand deftly worked on unbuttoning the rest of Mon's blouse, exposing her chest to Sam's gaze. Sam then trailed her kisses down to Mon's chest, causing Mon to lean back against the mirror, her hand gently threading through Sam's hair, urging her closer.

"Uhhmmm... Sam..." Mon moaned softly, succumbing to the overwhelming sensation.

As Sam sensed Mon succumbing to the sensation, she trailed her hands from Mon's legs to her thighs, eventually reaching the sensitive spot between Mon's legs. Mon let out a deep groan, embracing Sam tightly in surrender to the pleasure. Sam continued her ministrations, while Mon panted and called out Sam's name repeatedly, finally reaching climax as she tightly gripped Sam's hair.

Sam allowed Mon to lean on her for support, allowing Mon to catch her breath. "Why are you so good at this? Are you sure you're not doing this with him?" Mon weakly teased Sam.

"Of course not," Sam replied as she helped Mon sit upright, starting to button up Mon's blouse.

Mon stopped Sam and got off the sink. "You must go now. I'll take care of it. I just need a moment to fix myself before returning to our workstations."

"Are you sure?" Sam asked, concerned.

Mon nodded with a weak smile. "Okay, my love," Sam replied, kissing Mon on the lips before exiting the restroom.

As Mon buttoned up her blouse, her eyes widened at the sound of the restroom door creaking open. She turned to check, nearly jumping out of her skin when Yha emerged slowly from the cubicle. Yha's expression was one of complete shock, her gaze vacant as she breathed heavily.

"Oh my gosh... Yha!! I thought..." Mon exclaimed, her shock evident on her face as she realized Yha had heard everything that happened outside the cubicle.

"You thought that you and Sam are alone in this restroom," Yha replied monotonously, still in shock.

Mon rushed to Yha, grasping both of her hands tightly. "Yha, I can explain everything that happened," she pleaded.

"I heard everything, and I guess it's all clear to me now," Yha replied, her tone heavy with realization. "You are Sam's ex-girlfriend, aren't you? You're that woman who was with Sam when I saw her at the mall."

Mon nodded, feeling unable to offer any excuses after what Yha had witnessed.

"And you got back with her?" Yha asked, seeking confirmation. Mon nodded in response. Yha furrowed her brows in disbelief as she leaned against the sink.

"Mon, she's married," Yha exclaimed.

"I know, Yha. It's just that my feelings for her resurfaced as I saw her every day," Mon confessed as she settled beside Yha.

Yha sighed, placing a comforting hand on Mon's shoulder. "Mon, I understand that feelings can be complicated, but you know this is wrong. However, it's your life, and all I can do is support you and hope for your happiness." She gave Mon a reassuring smile before teasing, "Now, finish buttoning that blouse before anyone else walks in." With that, Yha exited the restroom, leaving Mon to gather her thoughts alone.