The Sinner is You

Chapter Fifteen

Chester POV
It couldn't be positive. It just couldn't. I'm not ready to have kid. How am I going to take care of it? I can barley take care of Sam and I. Sam would be too drunk to take care of it and I'd be off working all the time. Maybe I could look for a better job. Who am I kidding, this is the only job where I won't be drug tested. How was I going go feed my kid when I spent all my money on drugs?

What was I going to tell Mike? Hey, I know we have this weird kind of dating thing going on, but I got someone pregnant? Mike's going to be so angry. How is this possible? I've always made sure to use protection even when I'm drugged out of my mind.

"You're going to need to get a job." I sat at the desk in my room.

"Like that's going to happen." Sam scoffed.

"I can't support the three of us. I work every chance I get and I can barley support the two of us."

"Doesn't your boytoy have money?"

"No. Mike can't know about this. I'll figure out something. Just don't tell Mike."

"I hope it's a boy. What would we name it if it was a boy?"

"I don't care. I'm more worried about how that kid's going to eat. I have to go to work."

Work was slow today. I had maybe four clients. I lit a cigarette as I exited the building. A car started trailing behind me and I felt the paranoia slowly start to stir in the pit of my stomach. I put my hood up and walked a little faster. I don't think I owed anybody any money.

"Need a ride?" Mike poked his head out the window.

"Picking up a prostitute on a corner?" I joked.

"I've done worse." He smiled and I got in the car. "How was work, baby?"

"Slow." I sighed.

"Do you want to go out to dinner?" Mike asked.

"I just got fucked by like four dudes and you want me to go to a restaurant." I laughed bitterly.

"Don't say that. It makes me uncomfortable."

"Mike, that's how we met."

"I know, but it's different now."

"Sam's gone for the weekend if you want to come over." I grabbed his hand.

"I'd love too." He said and kissed my hand which, much to my embarrassment, made me blush like crazy.

The drive to my shitty apartment only took about five minutes. We got inside and I headed for the shower. I felt disgusting if I didn't shower after work. I turned my speaker on and blasted music as I hopped into the shower. Out of nowhere, I felt someone grabbed my hips.

"Fucking hell you scared me." I turned around.

"I got bored."

"I know I'm a terrible host but, I can't stand not showering after work."

Mike kissed me and grabbed my ass. I kissed him back and he pushed me against the wall. Mike got on his knees and started teasing my tip with his tongue.

"God, don't t-tease me." I groaned.

Mike smirked and started kissing up and down my inner thighs. I groaned at the teasing sensation. Mike continued to torture me until I gripped his hair and slowly pushed myself inside his mouth. He gripped my balls firmly making me moan loudly. Mike stood back up and lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist. Mike very carefully slid me down onto his manhood. Everything started out very gentle, but soon Mike was plowing into me.

"Oh fuck, baby. Fuck me harder." I moaned as he stimulated my prostate.

"I'm gonna cum. You're so damn tight." Mike grunted. I could feel myself getting close as well.

It wasn't long after and we both came. Mike set me down as he panted then kissed me softly.  I dried off and put on a pair of pants before joining Mike in the living room. I sat on his lap and he wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Where's Sam at?" Mike asked.

"A friends house. I'm just glad to get rid of her for a weekend."

"You two clearly have a great relationship."

"We did, but then came along the drugs and alcohol. We were married at one point, but we got divorced like two or three years ago."

"Speaking of divorce, Anna's coming after everything I've got."

"What a bitch." I scoffed.

"Well, I did an affair with a stripper." Mike said making me laugh.

"Sam and I didn't have anything so our divorce wasn't bad, in that sense. You and I have such bad luck with women."

"I wonder if we never met if Anna and I would've worked out."

"You wouldn't have."

"Why not?"

"You're gay, Mike."

"But if I wasn't gay, do think it might've worked out?"

"Maybe." I yawned.

Mike POV
Chester and I went to bed shortly after our conversation. Chester didn't really have a bed. It was just a mattress on the floor with a blanket on top. I felt bad knowing how bad his living conditions were. Chester fell asleep almost instantly, but I was up all night. Although he was glad to see me something seemed off.