1 month later:
Amara
"Abel! Get off me! I'm gonna be late!" I squeal, tryimg to swat him away.
"I'm sure your dad won't mind," Abel says, grabbing my arm.
"Yes, he will!" I'm already five minutes late. I try to wriggle free from Abel's grasp, but he wraps his arms tighter around me, laughing. He pulls me closer to his body and I feel his bulge right against my butt. "Abel," I sigh when he starts kissing at my neck.
"Hmmm?" he asks, while continuing to kiss my neck. He takes my skin in his teeth and bites and sucks softly.
"Ugh," I groan. "Abel, stop giving me hickies - my dad will see them."
Abel releases his grip and kisses at the same place softly. "Your dad loves me, he won't say anything," he says smugly.
"He used to hate you," I say, placing my hands on top of his, which are firmly wrapped around my waist. "And he can easily start hating you again."
Abel spins me around and stares at me, grinning. "He'll never hate me," he tells me. "I have him wrapped around my finger." I roll my eyes at his statement because he's right - my dad does love him, especially since he can see how happy Abel makes me. Abel bites his lip and I end up crashing our lips together, not being able to resist him. I hate how that one small thing makes me want him. He freezes for a second out of shock, but then immediately starts kissing me back, cradling my cheek. He starts walking backwards towards the couch and pushes me down softly before climbing on top of me.
I wrap my legs around him. "Now I'm definitely gonna be late," I say when Abel starts kissing my neck.
He chuckles. "But it'll be worth it," he says. "I promise, baby." He lifts up my dress and pulls down my underwear. I gasp when he disappears between my legs and starts working his tongue. My eyes fly open when my phone starts ringing. I hastily reach over to gtab it from the table. "Just ignore it, Mara, Abel says from between my legs.
I look at the caller ID. Shit. It's my dad. "I can't ignore it, Abe, it's my dad," I tell him.
Abel pulls away from me for a second and looks up, licking his lips. He raises his eyebrows. "Fine," he says, clearly annoyed. "I'm not stopping this, though." He disappears between my legs again and I squeeze my eyes, clutching the phone in my hand.
"Fuck, Abel!" I groan. My breathing starts to get heavy, but I calm it down and answer. "Hi, Dad. I'm so sorry, I'm running late. I'll be there in twenty minutes, okay?" I try to end the call but he speaks and I roll my eyes.
"Can you do me a favour?" he asks. "I need you to do a couple of things for me before you get to the office."
I bite my hand to stop the moans from escaping my mouth. Why is Abel torturing me like this? I feel myself reaching my climax and I try to pull away from Abel, but he grips my waist and holds me down. He looks up at me and smirks and I glare at him. "Um," I say shakily. "Text the list and, uhh, I'll get them done as quickly as I can."
"Okay."
I chuck the phone on the floor and feel my body begin to shudder. "Abel," I moan. "Shit." I arch my back and he goes deeper. I end up cumming all over his face and he chuckles. After I've catched my breath, I open my eyes and glare at him. "You're an evil piece of shit, you know?"
Abel shrugs and smirks. "A piece of shit that you love," he says and I roll eyes. He gets up and takes off his boxers. "Now get the fuck over here, baby."
* * *
I sigh and lean back against the chair. I kick off my heels and stretch my feet. God, I've been on my feet all day. The phone rings and I answer it.
"Amara, I need you to do one last thing for me before you leave," my dad says. "Come to my office." I internally groan. I am so exhausted right now that I literally drag myself to his office. "Here," he says, pushing a stack of papers in front of me. "I need you file these for me." I nod and grab the papers. "Are you okay? You're pale. And shaking."
I nod and smile. "I'm fine, Dad," I say, tired. "I'm just tired and hungry."
My dad narrows his eyes. "You didn't eat lunch?" he questions. I shake my head and he glares at me. "Have you eaten at all today?"
I shake my head again. "I wasn't feeling hungry, I admit. "But I definitely am now." I smile and start to walk away with the papers before he stops me.
"Amara!" he calls out. "Put those down and go home."
I frown. "What?" I ask. "It's fine, Dad, really. I can do it."
"Amara," he says slowly, clenching his jaw. "Just listen to me."
I smile and put the papers back down on his desk and kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks, Dad," I say.
"I'll take you downstairs," he says.
"No, it's fine!" I exclaim. "Abel's picking me up. He's waiting for me in the lobby."
My dad just nods. "Okay," he says. "Call me when you get home, honey, okay?"
I nod and walk out his office. When I'm in the lift, I feel like my legs are about to give way, but I grip the railing. Why didn't I eat anything all day? I'm such an idiot!
The lift finally arrives at the lobby and I see Abel waiting for me. His head twists and his face breaks into a smile when he sees me approaching. Then it changes into concern. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asks, alarmed.
"N-nothing," I say breathlessly. "I'm fi-" My words are cut off when my vision goes black and I end up collapsing.
* * *
My eyes slowly open and I blink a couple of times, trying to make out where I am. I'm in a hospital room I realise, but why? Oh that's right, I collapsed because a stupid part of me believed that I could go a day without eating food. What a dumb fuck I am!
The door opens and in comes Abel. He rushes over to me when he realises that I'm awake. "Hey," he says, pecking my lips. You're awake."
"Mmm," I say. My throat feels dry. "How long have I been here?"
"Just a couple of hours," Abel answers, stroking my hair. "I'll go tell the doctor you're awake, okay?" I nod and he pecks my lips again and leaves the room.
A couple of minutes later, Abel comes in with the doctor. Abel sits down beside me and takes my hand in his, stroking it.
The doctor smiles. "Hi, Amara," she says. "I'm Doctor Keater. How are you feeling?"
"Tired," I answer.
She smiles. "And do you remember what happened before you got here?" she wants to know.
I nod. "I collapsed," I answer. "I didn't eat all day, so that's probably the reason I'm here, right?"
"Partly" she says. Partly? "But there's another reason - you're pregnant."
