One Night Only

Chapter 30

Sitting in the chair, I stare at the wall in front of me. Everything is white, bright and sterile. My body trembles slightly as I think about the child growing inside of me. I can't keep it. Not with the way things went with Owen.

I wince at the thought of him. If he knew, would he be angry? Would he kill me? Maybe he'd take the baby from me.

I shake my head. He can't take the baby after today. I'll make sure of it. He doesn't deserve another child. He doesn't deserve a piece of me.

Taking a deep breath, I look at the lady sitting behind the desk. Glancing over, she gives me a reassuring smile. For the past week, I've had myself convinced that this was the right thing to do. Not only for me, but for the baby as well. But now that I'm here, the guilt weighs down on me. How can I kill an innocent baby? I try to imagine myself with a baby. After a moment, I see a face similar to Bryant's but it's a baby's face. It's gone before I know it.

I can't do this. I tried to convince myself for so long that this was the right thing to do but it's not. There's no way I'd ever be able to go through with something like this. Standing up, I quickly leave the clinic while chastising myself for coming here in the first place. I don't need him. I can do this by myself.

I sit in the car and take my old phone out of my purse. I open my contacts and stare at Owen's name. Maybe I should give him a chance to know about the child. With a plan in kind, I tap on his name. Releasing a shaky breath, I hold the phone up to my ear. Relief floods me when it goes to voicemail. I don't think I would have been able to speak if I had heard his voice. "Hey Owen," I speak softly, looking out the window. "It's Madison," I pause. "Look, I don't know why you left me but that's not why I'm calling," I shake my head in frustration. "There's something I need to talk to you about. I'm throwing this phone away tomorrow morning so if you don't return my call by then, you won't be able to contact me ever again," I sigh. "Bye Owen."

Hanging up, I turn the volume up and slip the phone back into my purse. If he calls, then I'll tell him. If he doesn't, then he doesn't deserve to know.

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✳✳✳Owen Carter✳✳✳

Aliyah is bouncing on top of me when I hear my phone ring on the nightstand beside me. Grasping her hips, I thrust into her, causing her to tip her head back and moan. She reaches down and begins rubbing the apex of her thighs as I continue pounding into her. Just as the phone stops ringing, I find my release. She follows suit, her already tight walls clenching even tighter around my pulsating cock. When I catch my breath, I reach over for my phone.

My heart races when I see Madison's name along with a voicemail. I quickly sit up, causing Aliyah to gasp at the sudden movement. Tapping on the voicemail, I bring the phone up to my ear. "Hey Owen," she says softly. "It's Madison."

Her voice causes my heart to constrict. It's been so long... "Look, I don't know why you left me but that's not why I'm calling. There's something I need to talk to you about. I'm throwing this phone away tomorrow morning so if you don't return my call by then, you won't be able to contact me ever again," she sighs. "Bye Owen."

Leaning my head against Aliyah's chest, I play the voicemail again. She runs her fingers through my hair, calming me as I listen to Madison's voice. But what does she want? What could be so important that she would call me after what I did to her? Maybe she wants me back. The thought is ridiculous and I immediately push it aside. There's no way she'd ever want me back. Not after what I've done. Ending the call, I drop the phone on the bed. I have until morning to mentally prepare myself for whatever she has to say.

Aliyah gently tips my head back, staring into my eyes. She slowly closes the space between us, her lips meeting mine. After a moment, I reciprocate, my tongue slipping between her lips. She pulls away slightly, shaking her head slightly. "Go slow," she says. I glare at her. "I'm doing this for you."

She gently pushes me back onto the bed. Climbing off of me, she carefully removes the condom, tossing it in the waste basket beside the nightstand. She takes me in her mouth, cleaning my arousal from myself. I watch her carefully as she tears into a new condom, unrolling it onto my erection. She kisses just above where the condom ends and slowly makes her way up to my lips. This time we go slow, feeling each other in every way.

The next morning I wake up with a pounding headache which is nothing new nowadays. I glance over at Aliyah who is still asleep. She reminds me so much of Madison.

Madison.

Reaching for my phone in panic, I check the time. It's 12:14. Shit. Shit. Shit. Dialing her phone number, I sit impatiently as I wait for her to answer but she never does. I put someone else before her once again and now I'll never get the chance to speak to her again. I throw my phone across the room in anger.

Sierra would be so disappointed in me.

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✳✳✳Madison✳✳✳

Dominic and I are sitting on the couch watching TV when I look up at him. He glances at me, giving me a small smile before turning back to the TV. My emotions are so conflicting but I decide to go with my gut anyways. Reaching up, I place my hand on his cheek and turn his head toward me. I slowly lean forward and his eyes widen with the realization of what I'm about to do. My eyes flutter closed when my lips press against his. When I part my lips slightly, he pulls away. "Madison," he breathes. "Are you sure about this?"

I nod, pressing my lips to his once again. This time her takes control, brushing his tongue against my lips. Our tongues explore each others mouths as I slowly move so I am sitting astride him. When I sit down, the apex of my thighs presses against his erection which is straining against his jean's. I moan at the sensation, moving against it once again. The thin leggings I'm wearing allow me to feel everything and my body is hypersensitive. Holding onto his shoulders, I begin moving against him, feeling him move beneath me. My pleasure quickly builds. He pulls away. "Madison, I don't think -"

I come apart rather loudly, quickly burying my face in his neck. He groans a little. "I'm sorry," I whisper, completely embarrassed by the situation. It was so fast and he didn't even touch me.

"Don't apologize. Hey," he says, pulling me away so I'm forced to look at him. "Don't be embarrassed. I love what just happened," he chuckles softly. "But I don't think you're ready. And I don't think you want to be with me."

I frown. "Of course I do. We've been attracted to each other from the start. You said it yourself."

He shakes his head slightly. "I will always like you but I don't think you feel the same way about me. You're just alone right now and think I can fill that void."

"That's not true."

He takes a deep breath. "There's a difference in loving someone and being in love with someone. You may love me but you're still in love with him. Which is fine but I think you need some time to cope and deal with your situation." I frown. I guess that makes sense. "Look, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here for you no matter what. The only way you can get rid of me is by telling me to leave and never come back. We don't need to be together to have a relationship."

I nod a little. "Okay."

I excuse myself for a moment, going to my room where I check the time on my phone. It is noon and Owen never called. I guess he truly doesn't care. Sighing, I remove the battery from the phone and toss it in the trash. He doesn't deserve my thoughts. From now on I'll do my best to not think about him.

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{A/N: That is the end of book 2! Please let me know what you think of the series so far. What do you think will happen in the third (and final) book? I really hope you all enjoyed it. The next book (Addicted) is published. Thank you all for your support and patience throughout this series. As many of you know, I've gone through some difficult times while writing this series but I still continue to write because it's my form of therapy. I appreciate all of you.}