Devilish Intimacy (Otis Driftwood x OFC)

Chapter 6

A month sludged by. My heart shattered more every day. Where the fuck was Otis? Was everything that happened between us bullshit? Was everything he said a lie? I had no idea, but I was breaking inside. I needed Otis in my life, and I was becoming more and more depressed as our time apart continued.

I didn't know what was going on with him, but I sure as hell wasn't feeling well. I had been nauseous in the morning, and I was constantly exhausted. I put it all on heartbreak until I threw up every morning for a week straight. Charlie thought I had some kind of bug, but my tits were swollen and tender, and I had sudden mood swings that were ridiculous. One minute I was crying, the next I was snapping at everyone. I had begun to push everyone away because I was being such a spiteful bitch.

And the food cravings. Good Lord. When I wasn't nauseous or puking, I wanted dark chocolate, pickles, fruit, vegetables fried in butter, and any juice I could get my hands on, mostly fresh squeezed lemonade. I certainly didn't want to have anything to do with meat. The smell of cooking meat made me sick to my stomach. Also, the weather had been unusually hot, so I constantly had an ice pop in my mouth.

I was 100% positive I was pregnant. I hadn't had a period, and my body was changing. I didn't know how to tell Charlie that Otis had knocked me up. He was going to be pissed. Otis had said to not say anything to Charlie at all, but it had been a month and he hadn't shown up. I needed to see a doctor.

On the 5th week, I went with Charlie when he left the Fun House to buy supplies. While we were out, I asked him to stop at a pharmacy. I made the excuse that I needed feminine napkins and makeup, but I secretly bought a couple of pregnancy tests.

They were fairly new on the market and a bit complicated. I had to mix my urine with a solution using a test tube. The procedure was rather complex. I had to wait a few hours for the results to appear, but every one of those fuckers showed I was indeed carrying Otis's apple seed sized spawn of Satan.

Plopping down on the closed toilet lid, I rested my forehead in my hand and expelled a breath. "Fuck! What am I gonna do?" I muttered.

I needed to tell Otis, but what was he going to say? Would he even want a kid? I had no idea how to get ahold of him without asking Charlie to call Cutter. I had to tell Charlie what was going on, and it was imperative I do it sooner rather than later. I decided to tell him in the morning once I had acquired some good rest.

The next day I woke up fairly early. I groaned as my stomach rolled and my mouth coated in saliva. I made it to the bathroom in my bedroom just in time to empty stomach bile into the toilet. Once I had recovered, I brushed my teeth and rinsed with mouthwash.

I was determined to tell Charlie what was happening. It was only 8 in the morning, so the brothel was closed. Charlie and all the other prostitutes lived in the same building as myself. His main office was by the front door as well, so if he was awake, he was downstairs.

Slipping on a rose colored lace bodysuit and silk robe, I padded out of my room. Clevon, Charlie's little errand boy and maintenance man/janitor, had the vacuum running, which grated my nerves. It was too early for that kind of racket.

Charlie's walkie talkie crackled as he pushed the button. "Let 'em in," he said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

"Who the fuck is Charlie talkin' about? Who comes here this fuckin' early?" I thought as I made my way to the steps.

Peeking over the banister, I spotted Charlie at his desk. Clevon was cleaning his office. Charlie swiveled his chair towards him.

"My no good brother and Happy Boy are here. Somethin' ain't right. Cutter sounds off."