When the day met the night Part 2

Chapter Twelve

A couple of minutes later I heard the door open and close again. He came to stand in front of me and offered me a bottle of water. I ignored it, so he put it on the bedside table. I lay on my side staring past him, he sat down next to me on the side of the bed and I felt his hand come up and gently stroke my cheek. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Please, don't" I said quietly, but I missed his touch so much it hurt. "Please, believe me baby" he murmured. "You shouldn't have come" I said shaking my head. I started to get up to go to the bathroom, he put his hand out to help me up, but I pushed it away. He watched me walk away from him, I looked back at him for a moment before closing the door, sadness written all over his face. I stood in the shower letting the water run down my body. I was so angry at him, expecting me to believe his lie and forgive him. There was a tiny piece of me, that had always wondered whether I was good enough for him. My insecurity I supposed. I always pushed the thought away, he had never given me any reason to doubt his affection for me. But when this happened, those doubts had reared their ugly head, threatening to overwhelm me. I walked out into the bedroom to find him unpacking his bag. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked staring at him. He looked up raising his eyebrows, "what do you think I'm doing? I'm unpacking" he answered. "I hope you don't think for a minute that you're sleeping in here with me cause you're not!" I snapped. He looked at me with narrowed eyes, "I'm not going anywhere, there are no other rooms, so I have to sleep in here, with you, whether you like it or not!!!" he shouted, finally losing his temper. "God you're impossible!" I cried. I ignored him finding clothes to wear, throwing things around haphazardly. I dropped my towel and started getting dressed. It was usually the most natural thing in the world for me to be naked in front of him. But when I heard him give a surprised gasp, I realized I hadn't seen him for nearly 5 weeks. He hadn't seen my belly and how much bigger it had gotten, the dress I had been wearing earlier, had hidden the size. "Harper, the baby, its grown so much" he said quietly coming towards me. "Stay away from me" I snapped holding my tee over my breasts. "Jesus Harper, now who's being impossible" he snarled and slammed his way out the room. I stayed in the room the rest of the afternoon and evening. I hadn't gone down for dinner, ignoring Antonio's pleas to eat. Finally my exhaustion took over and I drifted off. Some hours later I woke up with a pressing need to pee. Unfortunately I was being held captive. Jared was all over me, pressed up against my back, arm over my chest and his head tucked into my neck. He was snoring softly near my ear, sound asleep. I lay there for a few minutes allowing his scent to invade my senses, I could feel his breath softly floating across my neck. My pulse raced at being so close to him, I wanted to turn and melt into him, let him hold me and soothe my hurt. Tears stung my eyes. I started pushing him away but he was dead weight. "Jared!" I said quietly, he mumbled. "Get off me, move" I said, but he wasn't moving an inch. I exhaled frustratedly, "hey! get off me!" I said loudly. He finally roused, "what's wrong, what is it?" he said sleepily. "You're all over me, I need to get up" I said testily. "Sorry, sorry" he grumbled, moving away from me. I rolled off the bed making my way to the bathroom. As I came back in, I could see him, bathed in the light coming in through the window. The sheet was pushed down to his waist, one arm above his head, the other resting on his stomach. My stomach flipped and my center clenched. God he was sexy, but the realization that maybe he'd been with another woman hit me and my stomach dropped in despair. I got back into bed quietly and turned my back to him. I woke up feeling anything but rested, he was sitting up in bed looking at his phone. He glanced over at me. "Good morning" he said quietly, I lay there in silence. He exhaled in annoyance, "you missed your appointment with the doctor, I rang them and made another one for next week" he said. "I'm not a child, I don't need you arranging my appointments" I said. "I know you're not, I just thought you may have forgotten, so I saved you the trouble" he said patiently. "You seem to be under the assumption that I'm going back to LA" I said slowly. He turned to look at me frowning, "what do you mean?" he asked. "I'm not going back with you, I'm going back to London" I said quietly looking away. "You must be kidding me?!! Harper this is madness, you're coming home with me" he said, I could tell he was trying to keep a reign on his temper. I sat up and turned to face him. "You cheated on me!! What did you think, because I'm pregnant that I'm helpless and desperate, so I'm just going to forget about it and come back and things will be the way they were? Well you're mistaken, I won't be treated like a fool!" I said raising my voice. "I never fucking cheated on you, I'm telling you the truth, what do I have to do to make you believe me?" he growled. I looked away shaking my head. He sat up and moved towards me coming close to my face. "You're coming home with me, and that's final" he said, his voice now quiet but deadly. He suddenly reached over grasping my face and crashed his lips against mine, kissing me hard. I was dumbstruck for a moment, giving him the perfect opportunity to soften the kiss and try and push his tongue past my lips, it took me a moment to come to my senses and pushed him away, "stop it" I cried out, angry at me myself for that moment of weakness. He growled and got up off the bed heading into the bathroom. I sat there trying to calm my senses. That damn kiss had made my body suddenly come to life. Shit shit shit!!! I heard the shower start running, fucking great, I needed to get in there. Screw it, I would just go in, it's not like I'd never seen him in the shower. I opened the door making as much noise as possible, he glanced up and saw me, then looked away and kept washing. The open shower made it easy to watch him, I tried not to look at him in the mirror, but fuck I had missed his body. The muscles in his arms tensing and relaxing as he slid the washcloth over his chest. Down his legs ... I swallowed hard quickly looking away when he looked up and kept brushing my teeth. I watched as he slowly but deliberately started to move his hand down to his cock, I was almost holding my breath as he grasped it firmly and started to pump it slowly. I whirled around, "what are you doing?" I managed to say in a testy voice. "What does it look like?" he answered raising an eyebrow. "You could have waited till I left the room" I said. "Why should I, it's not the first time you've watched me do it, I haven't made love to you in 5 weeks, I don't know about you, but I'm horny" he said innocently, continuing to stroke himself. "Well that's a lie, you've had very obliging company" I said with a sneer. He rolled his eyes, "that's not true, but I don't really care ... right now, you can leave you know, I'm not stopping you" he said in a strained voice. He turned putting a hand up against the tiled wall and as the water cascaded down his back his movements became faster. Unable to look away, I almost held my breath, as he pumped his hard cock, long deliberate strokes. His whole body tensed and I knew he was about to let go, I watched as the first pulse left his body, "fuck!" he groaned loudly, as he came, his cum spurting up, into the water and over his hand, making a mess. But then that was what I loved about watching him do it, he let go, he was abandoned and the raw pleasure he exuded was intoxicating to watch. So unlike his usual controlled and perfect demeanor. He dropped his head down to his chest and exhaled loudly at his release. I on the other hand was throbbing with need, desire shooting through me straight to my center. I wanted him to fuck me then and there!! He turned slowly to look at me. "Did you enjoy the show?" he murmured, the heat from his gaze made me dizzy. I took a deep breath and gathered myself before I spoke, "yeah, I did, but for once you're not going to be able to use sex to get out of this" I said quickly escaping the room, slamming the door on my way out. I heard him growl in anger as I left. I gritted my teeth and quickly left the room before he had another chance to torment me.

Jared's POV -
There was no talking to her! She refused to listen. I was at my wits end, now she was talking of not coming home. I got in the shower groaning quietly, seeing her naked for the first time in weeks had me hard as a fucking rock. As I washed I saw her come in, she was brushing her teeth and fixing her hair. God she was beautiful, I had missed her so much. I glanced up and caught her watching me, her cheeks flushed and I saw her lick her lips and let out a small breath. Ha!! I thought, she was probably just as horny as I was, a thought came to me and I smirked to myself. She always loved watching me jerk off, and given I was in need, I'd give her a taste of what she was missing. I was hoping she would get so turned on she would pull off her clothes and join me in the shower. As I pumped my cock harder it was obvious she wasn't going to join me, but she didn't leave either. I was beyond caring at that point. Her standing there watching, was driving me to the edge, I finally let go, exploding into the stream of water and over my hand and stomach. She fled after that, trying to tell me my show hadn't worked, but I knew her well enough to know she was affected. Her cheeks flushed, her breasts rising and falling as she tried to control her breathing, her hands gripping the sink till her knuckles turned white, all signs that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I growled in frustration. I cleaned up and leant my head against the tiles for a few minutes. The panic set in again. How the fuck was I meant to fix this mess? I was telling her the truth, I just had to make her believe me.