My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Alistair Ryle ~

"Maybe we should talk about it..."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion "Talk about it- shit Iman did I get you pregnant?"

"What no- I'm not pregnant and even if I was, I would've aborted it"

"Ouch" I rubbed the back of my neck

"Hmm sorry I forgot how you were when it came to women's bodies..." Iman threw out there, before she started making her way down the hallway

"I'm not like that anymore Iman" I followed behind her but she stopped me

"Before you take another step, please take your shoes off-" she told me "- Maybe you don't think like that anymore Alistair, but deep down I know if It was YOUR child I was aborting, you'd go into a fit"

I didn't say anything back because I knew she was right. I do not have a problem with abortion, but it is a different thing when it is your potential child being aborted. This is definitely a sign for me to have safe sex with Iman at all times because I wouldn't put it past her that she'll book an appointment to abort my unborn child.

"Would you at least let me know that you were considering that decision?" I asked, putting my shoes aside

"Why would I?"

Double protection!

I went back to following behind Iman as she led the way. My eyes miraculously (and I say this sarcastically) worked its way down to her ass, as I felt myself become aroused with each step she took. I did not come here to get hot and heated with Iman, but I am a respectable man at the end of the day, I will look, but certainly will not touch.

"Stop staring at my ass Ryle!" Iman grumbled

"How did you know?..." I snapped out of it, looking up at the TV that had displayed a video about 'sexual assault' on the screen in her living room

"Your breathing sounds off" Iman stated

"My breathing..." I mumbled, shortly laughing afterwards at my unaware shift of breathing

We reached into her kitchen, as I took a seat at her on one of her stools by the kitchen island.

"Would you like something to drink?" Iman asked, leaning over the kitchen island, opposite of me

"What have you got?..." I rested my hand on my face, intrigued

"Water which is free, I've got soft drinks which will be £2.00, any wines will be from £8 depending on sizes and any alcohol with or without mixer will be from £10" Iman smiled foolishly at me

"Charging me now...is this what you are doing now Harriott?..." I was amused

"Yes- it's called a business" Iman sassed

"Any whiskey you have, double it with no ice" I demanded

"That'll be £11..." I looked at Iman, lost for words when I saw her stretch her hand out towards me "...chill I'm joking Alistair" she giggled, while preparing my drink

Iman poured herself a glass of red wine, before coming over to sit next to me on her stools.

"I saw what you were watching on the television..." I started, as I watched her take a huge swig at her wine, nearly finishing it

"Don't worry, it's not what I wanted to talk to you about anyways-" Iman defended "- And it wasn't that deep..."

"Liar" I said in my head, as I took a sip of my whiskey