The Meeting

Chapter 34 - The Test

"Just a couple more minutes," I say to myself quietly, tapping my fingers impatiently against my knee. The pregnancy test sits in the center of the floor, upside down so I can't see the result window. I almost can't breathe with the suspense of waiting.

I'm just thankful that I was able to fend off Damien's advances long enough to get some alone time in here. His hands were all over me as soon as we got home, pulling at my dress and kissing every part of skin that he could get his mouth on. Just the thought of it pulls at something deep down inside my stomach, making my muscles clench deliciously.

With much difficulty, I was able to pull myself away from him and get some alone time. I never thought there would be a test in here. I had to rip the bathroom apart to find the darned thing, but now that I'm here, I can't bring myself to even watch.

I try to imagine what I would do if the results go either way. If I wasn't pregnant then I would be fine with that. We would be able to just continue on the path we are now. We would be able to travel, have fun, and get to know each other better.

But, if I was pregnant, I don't know what I would feel. I just don't know if I could do it.

"Zoe, are you alright in there?"

Shit.

I scramble on the floor picking up all the scattered items I left behind, and throwing them into the open cupboard. Grabbing the test off the floor, I hide it inside my bra and scan the floor once more before opening the door.

The sight of him takes my breath away from him and I don't think I will ever be able to get used to it. He is leaning against the door frame with no shirt on. His pants hang low on his hips, exposing his deep v pattern on his hips, narrowing to his groin. I bite my lip as I drink him in, feeling my resolve already weakening. If he asks me again, how will I defend myself?

"What are you doing in here?" He yawns deeply, scratching at his stomach. Oh my, his beautiful stomach...

"Ummm, my stomach is still hurting and I thought I was going to throw up again," I lie smoothly. His eyebrows crease momentarily as he comes close to me, raising his fingers to brush them against my cheek.

"Still?"

"Yea, maybe I'm coming down with something."

"That's a shame. I was hoping to drag you back into bed and ravish your body for the rest of the night," he mutters, stroking my neck and chest, his eyes resting on my breasts that bulge out the top of my tank top.

His words send a wave of desire through me. I want that so badly, but I haven't been taking my pills and I'm pretty sure that he doesn't carry condoms around with him. Why would he need to when I've always been on the pill?

"I'm not going anywhere," I respond quietly. "I'm sure I will be back to my old self soon enough!"

"We don't need to have sex if you don't want to, but I could always give you different kind of pleasure."

"Oh, and what would that entail?"

He shoots me a crooked grin and pulls me by my waist so I fall against his chest.

"I'm sure you know. If not, I will give you a little glimpse."

His mouth crushes against mine and his soft lips move, his tongue slipping into my mouth to start the erotic dance of love making. He trails kisses down the side of my face and down my neck, pausing there to kiss me tenderly on my collarbone.

"You're so delicious, Miss Strand."

"Mmm," I moan in response, tilting my head back to the caresses.

He pushes me against the wall and kisses lower still, planting kisses on the swells of my breasts. I close my eyes, but snap them open when I feel his fingers touching them and probing into the top of my shirt. I try to wriggle free, but it's little too late.

"What is this?"

He pulls the white stick out of my bra and stares at it with a blank expression, not saying anything. He twirls it around for a couple of seconds before putting it down on the bathroom counter beside me.

"I was going to tell you, but I.."

I don't even know what to say so I just shut my mouth and stay leaning against the wall. He reaches his hand out for me, but drops it to his side looking defeated.

"You could have. What did you think I was going to do?"

"I didn't know what your reaction would be," I whisper, not looking at him.

"Come," he says, taking my hand and pulling me into the bedroom and out onto the balcony. I look out onto the ocean, the waves crashing softly onto the beach in the moonlight. The scene is so beautiful that I don't even mind that the breeze is cool and that it leaves goose bumps on my arms.

Damien comes close, wrapping his arms around me from behind and resting his chin on my shoulder, nestled into my neck.

"Zoe, I love you, and I want you to be able to come to me with anything. No matter what, okay?"

I spin in his arms and look into his eyes, which are filled with concern, but I see no trace of anger.

"I just didn't know how to tell you," I mutter, running my hands up his chest to wrap them around his neck.

"Look, I'm not going to lie, I'm glad that it's negative, but no matter-"

"It's negative?"

"Yes, didn't you look at it?"

"No, I didn't have time. You were at the door." Relief washes through my body and I give him a small smile. Thank god for that. "With all that's been going on, I've forgotten to take my pills and then when I was feeling sick, I got worried that it was because I was pregnant."

"False alarm then," he adds with his own smile. "Even if you were, I would have been okay with it. Even though it would be very soon, I still love you and we would have found a way to make it work. However, I am glad that we have some more time now to get to know one another and we can plan this for a time when it's more fitting. I would really love to put an engagement ring on your finger first at least."

"That sounds like a plan to me," I whisper, leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on his lips. His fingers thread into my hair and he pulls me closer, kissing me harder. I can practically feel his need for me and it makes me feel so loved.

"I have big plans for us, my love, and we have a lifetime to make it happen. Now I'm going to take you inside and make love to you. Luckily, this house comes with a box of condoms in the top drawer."

"I love you," I say with a laugh, leaning in to kiss him again.

He bends down and scoops me up in his arms, making me squeal, and he carries me into the bedroom and into bliss. We really do have a lifetime ahead of us and I can't wait to find out the plans  he has for me.

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On the beach, a man stands in the shadows watching the couple standing on the balcony, their bodies entwined together.

The water rushes up the sand and flows over his bare feet, but his dark eyes stay glued on the pair. He dips his hand into his pocket to fish out his cell phone, and he hits speed dial.

"I found them..... Definitely.... I'll handle this."

He hangs up and watches them kissing before Damien lifts Zoe, taking her back inside.

His lip curls into a menacing smile as he starts across the sand, making his way to the dark house.

The End

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