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28. Aftermath

The next morning I felt different. The soreness reminded me of Mr. James. He tried his best not to hurt me, but ultimately, his si.ze won over him.

That just sounded very graphic?!?

He was still in this bed with me, and I felt like a lit-up Christmas tree. I called him David now. He had taken my v.irginity and I did not regret it one single bit.

He was good after all. There was good in his eyes, a certain warmth. I felt like I could trust him with everything, even my own life.

"Are you staring at me?" he asked sleepily.

"Yes," I replied.

"I like your eyes on me, Stella. Your young eyes are beautiful."

I felt ready to reveal it all to him. He would understand. I had given him my virginity, that was worth more than a secret I had kept with Stephen.

He loved me.

His reaction to what I was about to tell him would prove how much he loved me.

I mean until now he had thought I slept with Stephen, which was not the case, and would never be. David would be glad knowing that he was the one to officially take my v.irginity.

"David, I have to tell you something," I began. My heart was beating very fast. "Back when I got pregnant... It was not because I had slept with Stephen. We went to a doctor to get an insemination."

David turned around and his face showed a very distant reaction.

"Last night you took my v.irginity, David," I revealed to him.

"Why did you not tell me earlier?" he asked.

"David, you wanted the child. Stephen did not want to force himself upon me. He has your heart!" David stood up and put casual clothes on.

"You do not get to call me David," he uttered bitterly. What? That lasted long. "You are lying. You are a liar. You love my son, don't you?"

He had it so wrong.

"No, I do not love Stephen in that way! He is just close to my heart," I tried to convince Mr. James.

"Well, he likes you. Otherwise, he would not have paid for an insemination for you!" Mr. James exclaimed. "How much did he pay to shut the doctor up?"

"I do not remember," I lied.

"I feel betrayed. I am so disappointed in you," Mr. James said. He was furious.

I put his shirt from yesterday and followed him when he left the room.

"What is going on here?" Stephen asked. He appeared out of the blue. "I was coming to apologise to you..."

He noticed what I was wearing.

"Is it what I think it is?" he asked.

"Yes, son. It is exactly what you think it is. I f.ucked your little princess last night. She says I took her v.irginity, but I doubt it," Mr. James said. I could not believe my ears.

"What are you saying there, David?" I was in shock.

"It is Mr. James for you, you sl.ut," Mr. James uttered.

"You f.ucked my father, Stella? Are you serious?" I could not take both of them being disappointed in me.

"Come on, Stephen. Show her how jealous you are that she f.ucked your father instead of you," Mr. James urged him on.

"I do not care about who she f.ucks! I just can't believe she f.ucked you, d.ickhead," Stephen uttered full of hatred.

"Please, do not do this!" I said to no one in particular. Actually, I was talking to both, but where they even listening?

"Yeah, right. Shut up, you sl.ut." I had never seen Mr. James so infuriated. I thought I had seen his everything yesterday, but it seemed I had missed out on this side of him.

Mr. James continued, "If you want to f.uck that sl.ut, you are going to have to do it on somebody else's property."