Pregnant By The Playboy

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Patricia called me downstairs when dinner was ready. I slowly went downstairs. Mr Stone and Ilay were already seated at the dinning table.

I sat in one of the chairs next to Ilay. He was venting his anger on the food in front of him. I could hear the cutlery scraping against the ceramic plate.

I shifted to the next chair, creating more space between us. Mr Stone coughed lightly as a warning to Ilay.

"Eat as much as you want. And....if you get hungry at night, Ilay's room is right next to yours. He'd get you whatever you want". Mr Stone said to me.

I nodded and started eating. Dinner was simple, but nutritious. I ate till I was full. Everything was delicious, but I couldn't stand the smell of the baked salmon, so Mr Stone had Patricia take it away.

After dinner, Ilay went back to his room, while Mr Stone and I talked for a while on the dining table.

"I've had them stock up on the best quality beef jerky in all the flavors on the market. You can have as much as you want. Don't eat anything from outside like I said earlier. If you have any other craving, tell Patricia. She'd get them for you". Mr Stone said to me.

I nodded. "Alright. Thanks for caring so much for me". I said with a smile.

"I'm doing this for my grandson". He said.

I nodded again. "But....don't you think you're getting ahead of yourself? We don't know the gender of the baby yet". I said to him.

"I want a grandson, and that's what I'd get. I always get what I want". Mr Stone said sternly.

"Okay. I hope your prayers are answered. I'll get going now. Goodnight Mr Stone". I said, as I got up to leave.

I stared at Ilay's bedroom door for a moment, after I got upstairs. I understood that this could take some getting used to, but I didn't appreciate him putting the blame on me. It's not like I fertilized myself.

He may be older, but his behavior was like that of a sulking teenage boy.

At the same time I wondered how his fiancee would take the news of another girl being pregnant for the man she was about to marry. Perhaps she'd break up with him. But I'm afraid if she does that, he'd just vent his anger out on me again.

I sighed and walked into my bedroom, gently closing he door behind me. I slept peacefully, for a few hours, then I woke up feeling hungry and thirsty.

I didn't want to disturb Ilay, so I tiptoed to the kitchen and heated up some food for myself. I found some ice-cream in the fridge and completely ditched the food.

I took the ice cream, honey and some beef jerky and left the kitchen. I was going back up to my room, when I bumped into Ilay on the staircase. He frowned at me, and snatched the ice cream from my hand.

"How dare you touch my ice cream? Who said you could go to the kitchen?". I asked.

"Well.....I- I'm sorry. Didn't know the ice cream was yours. I just got hungry". I said to him.

"You're trying to get me in trouble with my father, right? He said you should come to me if you got hungry. Why did you go to the kitchen yourself?". He asked almost yelling.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me back upstairs. He took me straight to my room and made me sit on the bed.

"Stay here. And eat whatever you want. The staircase is dark. If you slip and fall I'll be the one to get in trouble. You have my number. Text me if you need anything". He said before slamming the door and leaving.

I stared at the door. I shrugged and dug into the ice-cream that he had left on the nightstand.

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