Sex Addiction ✔

01

Emily's POV

"A box of folic acid, please," I say as I walk into the pharmacy and approach the woman behind the counter.

The woman looks up at me through her reading glasses. Today, I'm wearing a loose white T-shirt and wide-leg pants, but my belly is already slightly swollen.

"You're at least four months pregnant, right?" Her gaze shifts from my belly back to my face, and she smiles kindly.

"Yes," I reply, a bit shy and softly. To be honest, I'm still not used to the fact that I'm going to be a mother.

The woman turns to look at a row of cabinets behind her, opens a drawer, and then hands me the folic acid.

She glances at my belly again, "In another month, it might get really tough for you."

"Why?"

"The baby grows rapidly, putting a lot of pressure on your spine, and pregnant women usually experience back pain," she says, turning around again and coming back with something that looks like a pillow. "This is a pregnancy pillow. Placing it under your back while you sleep will relieve some of the pressure."

I think for two seconds. "How much?"

"Twenty pounds."

"I'll take it."

"Ok."

She puts the sample back on the counter and takes out a packaged one.

After paying, I slowly leave the pharmacy with the folic acid and pillow, and then slowly head home.

The night breeze blows as I calculate my expenses for the month and how long my savings will last.

Because I don't have a job now. A year ago, I was working as an executive assistant at a company, but I quit after saving enough money to pursue my dream of being a screenwriter.

Then I found out I was pregnant.

This child came as a surprise, but I don't want to abort him or her. A new life growing inside me is such a miraculous thing.

My home is in an old neighborhood in the suburbs of London, where the streetlights are a bit dim. I turn on my phone's flashlight and walk slowly until I reach the second floor.

I insert the key into the lock and turn it.

When the key turns one and a half times, I stop because a hand suddenly reaches from behind me and wraps tightly around my shoulders.

I'm terrified. The bag in my hand drops, and the cylindrical box of folic acid rolls down the stairs, making a clattering sound.

"Long time no see," the man chuckles.

How did he find this place? I thought we would never meet again. My mind goes blank.

At that moment, he grabs my hand and turns the key another half turn.

Click. The door opens.

I want to turn around and push him away, but it's too late. He effortlessly lifts me onto his shoulder, walks inside, and asks, "Where's the bedroom?"

"No, not today," I struggle, feeling a faint pain in my belly.

The moonlight illuminates the living room and the two small doors at the end.

He walks over and kicks one open. It's the bathroom.

Then he kicks open the other door without hesitation and throws me onto the bed inside.

I sit up and shrink toward the headboard, but he grabs my ankle.

The faint moonlight blends into the darkness, making half of his face glow slightly. With a slight pull, he drags me to the edge of the bed.

"Cayden Boyd!" I shout his full name as he straddles my waist, "Stop!"

Cayden props his hands on the bed beside my ears and slowly leans down. "I miss you."

"Cayden..." I say with difficulty as he gets closer and I feel like I'm about to suffocate, "I'm pregnant. Our baby is in my belly."

"Really?" He looks into my eyes.

"Really, feel it."

He lifts one hand slightly, pushes my hands up above my head, and with his other hand, he reaches under my thin T-shirt. His cool palm presses against my waist.

"The baby can move now," I say.

But the next second, I feel a surge of suffocation. Cayden's hand continues upward, touching my chest.

My voice trembles a little, "Do you still want to make love?"

"I can't help it," Cayden replies.

After this, he lifts my T-shirt and hooks his fingers into my pants, pulling them down.

"Cayden—!" My cheek presses against the pillow as I struggle helplessly under Cayden's restraint. I tremble, "Stop, please!"

"Okay," Cayden says, but his hand roughly squeezes my butt through my underwear.

"Please..." My heart feels like it's about to explode. I can't bear to think about the next second, so I continue to plead, "Cayden, please, don't do this. please..."

When Cayden's fingers slide into my underwear, I feel something inside me break, the pieces burying me completely.

I lie on the bed, staring blankly and fearfully at the blurred moonlight outside the window. Then my mind goes blank.