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19. Phenomenon

Mr. James took off my shirt and laid me down on my bed. His eyes never left mine.

I had heard about this. I had seen videos. They had taught us about this at school. But in that moment, I was not sure whether what the agency taught me was appropriate to use. This Mr. James situation was a very different thing.

It was not forced. I was already pregnant.

Pregnant.

All the excitement I felt for Mr. James faded, as that word became a beamed image in my head.

I was 'making out' with Stephen's father, Mr. James. A 43-year-old man. Damn. His genes helped him look younger than his actual age, it was very easy to forget about the age gap between us.

Pregnant by Stephen, making out with Mr. James. What did that make me? Suddenly, I realised that Stephen's early accusations were becoming reality.

"Stella, are you still with me?" Mr. James asked in a hoarse voice. I moved away from his warm and welcoming touch and found myself underneath the sheets on the other end of the bed.

"I... Thank you for the present. Really. Any other time and any other life... In any other situation we would be having s.ex right now, right?" I asked him. Mr. James looked as baffled as ever. "But I happen to be pregnant with Stephen's child at the moment and it is putting me in a very awkward situation."

Mr. James face darkened, for the first time I saw him doubt himself. I continued, "I want to do it, believe me, Mr. James. You make me feel things I never knew I could feel. Do you know how the agency wants us to express this feeling?"

He carefully shook his head.

"I am so.aking wet for you, Mr. James," I said in the most 'se.xy little girl' kind of voice I could find. "I am not lying, Mr. James. You could feel it. But once again I am scared of how this would affect everything."

"Do you know how astonishing you are, Stella?" Mr. James asked. He moved closer to me again. His reaction to me was obvious. "Any other girl would have been so easy tonight. The agency drills you on it. Here we are though."

"I am sorry, Mr. James. I would love to give you satisfaction tonight, but right now it is against my morals. I do not want to do this to Stephen," I confessed.

Mr. James said, "You apologise for having an opinion. On our side that is unheard of, Stella. There is nothing on you, except my son's sperm, that would make me think you belong to them. You are a phenomenon, Stella."

"You should not say those kinds of things..." He interrupted me to say something even more inappropriate.

"I would really like to f.uck you right now. I need it badly. I want to f.uck you till you forget where you are from. When you c.ome for me, it will mark the moment the agency will not own you anymore." Did he really have to do this? My cheeks were blushing, and I was feeling this tingling heat. "But I can respect your will right now."

"Thank you so much, Mr. James," I exclaimed. I felt so relieved.

"Do not fool yourself for a second that I have not thought about it though. In my head you are doing everything I am asking of you. You c.ome undone under my hands," Mr. James placed a hand on the in.side of my th.igh. "Soon it will be reality. I promise you."