Chapter Thirty - Seven

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The bathroom door flew open when I pushed it and i immediately ran into a open stall and emptied my stomach there. Then I went to a sink and started to wash my mouth out with my mini bottle of Listerine I now always had on me since I was throwing up so often.

Suddenly Kyle rushed in and bolted the door behind.

Baby are you OK?.... he asked.

No... I answered and ran into his arms and wept.

He held me for a while and kissed the top of my head.

How do I forgive her!?.... I sobbed.... she want to make peace but how do I forgive EVERYTHING she's done!!!

Listen ... you don't have to right now OK... be angry if you want, you have a right to be, go through all the emotions, be sad too  and when you feel you're ready then forgive her.... you have to allow yourself to feel all the emotions, you've been through a lot.... allow yourself to feel so you can heal properly and let go when the time comes....he then turned my face upwards so that he can look at me....  but promise me Rihanna..  promise me that in time you will forgive her.... if you don't you will only slowly kill yourself...  and you're heart is too beautiful to be consumed by hate...  even through everything you've remain loving and warm... others have gone through less and caved to all manner of evil but not you... you're so strong and yet delicate... the perfect woman and one day Ms. Shaw.... I will claim you as my wife...Mr. Buntly may have you now but you will be mines forever....   and with that he gently kissed me lips.

Ah this man is amazing...  I thought as I gazed up in his eyes with admiration. He loves me, with flaws and all...

Kyle... I have something to tell you...  I said biting my lips.

What baby?...  he whispered still staring lovingly at me.

I took his hand and placed it on my stomach. He was confused at first but then realization hit and his eyes grew wide... mine?....  he whispered and I nod Yes.

Fuck yeah!!!....   he shouted and I had to clamp my hand over his mouth.

Kyle we're in the women bathroom...  I whispered.

He then leaned into me... fuck yeah... he whispered and I laughed.

I'm gonna be a father???...   he asked giddily.

I leaned into him more as our lips slightly touch...  fuck yeah...  I whispered and kissed him.

He lifted me so I straddle him and he leaned me against the wall of the bathroom as we kissed.

Fuck yeah.... he murmured on my lips and we both smiled. Then he started to kiss me again and then went to my neck.

Fuck!...  I breathed.

Yeah... he murmured again more seriously and he looked up in my eyes... do we have time?... he questioned.

Not a lot... I whispered.

Mmmmm.... he whispered... decisions,  decisions.....

I started laughing and he smiled as he bit his lips.

Tick... tock.... tick.... tock... I mocked and before I could finished he unzipped his pants and entered me.

I did everything in my power to not moan loudly as he rock back and forth in and  out of me but it was definitely a challenge because every stroke he made make me high in lust. He must have gotten tired because he unwrapped my legs from around his waist and then bent me over the sink entering me from behind. With me now  looking at him in the mirror he smug at me and wrapped my hair in his hand giving it a slight pull.

He then leaned to me and whispered in my ear.... oh Rihanna....I am gonna make you cum.

And cum I did, three time to be exact  but who's counting....

After Kyle left I couldn't wipe the stupid grin off my face as I re applied my make up. I am so attracted to him that I swear he could make me cum with just a flash of his dimples if he wanted to. I was lost in these thoughts when suddenly one of the bathroom stall opened and out walked a young girl looking a little older than me with a smile on her face.

Oh my God I am so sorry... I said realizing she had heard everything and I embarrassingly hid my face in my hand. She walked over to me, still smiling and pulled my hand from my face, I was puzzled, what is it she about to do????

She stretch out my hand and with a pen she wrote:

555 - 4792
Call me - Clarissa.

I stared at what she wrote as she walked away... Clarissa?  I whispered.

Alive and well... she said before walking out.

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