"Baby your name shouldn't have been Alex Jude', I glanced at him against my dark Dior sun glasses, put the book down and started rubbing my tummy.
It was a hot, sunny Sunday and we decided to stay in his house beside the guitar shaped swimming pool. I lied on a thick, fluffy red towel while he sat on a chair in front of an improvised picnic table. A huge umbrella protected us from sunlight. I wore a two-piece checkered gray and white swimsuit with my baby bump showing while he wore a tight black swimming trunks, emphasizing that huge package infront.
Ohh! I'm melting! I'm melting!
"What do you mean?", he looked at me and frowned slightly. He was busy reading whatever it is that kept him from me this past few days.
I cleared my throat and wipe the drool off my face.
Can't blame me, he's a scrumptious strawberry ice cream!
"It would have been great if you're an Alexander. You know, like King Alexander the Great."
"He was gay."
"So?"
"I'm not gay."
"But Alexander has a nice ring to it", I pouted.
"I know."
I sighed, stood up slowly and went to sit on his lap.
I was bored.
The book I was reading wasn't that exciting as I thought it would be.
"You finished your story?", he asked, eyebrows raised.
"No."
"Why did you stop?"
"Our sex scenes are more exciting and titillating than that", I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck then whispered...
"I want to fuck baby."
"Now?", he sounds astounded.
"Uh-uh", I nodded.
"Baby?", he glanced at my tummy bump.
"She'll be fine", I grinned.
"I missed you", gave him a peck on the tip of his nose. Swimwear bottom started getting soaked with need. But to my dismay, he took a deep breath.
"We'll be married next week."
There was an awkward silence.
"You don't want to make love?!", my voice sounded outrage.
"I do but it might strain you and I have work to do. I have to finish—"
I got off his lap in a huff.
"Okay, don't fuck me and don't come near me, ever again!", I walked away, heading towards the door. Sashaying my ass.
"Clarissa!"
I heard him calling my name but I ignored him.
I was hurt.
He doesn't want me now for I'm an ugly baffoon. Oh God!
I'm ugly! Ugly! Ugly!
The word ugly started to resonate in my brain like a chant.
I wiped off my sniffles when I felt his hand restraining my arm.
I tried to pry it away and avoided looking his way.
"Baby, I'm so sorry. Forgive me."
I kept quiet.
YOU ARE READING
The One For Him
RomanceHow could I resist him? How could I quench the desire I feel for him? How could I ignore him? A lot of questions are puzzling me. I am Clarissa, a strong but naive woman. I was in love with someone but we were never in a relationship. He chose som...
