The Madame (The Chloe Chronicals)

by Eden Rose

  There are a few people on the television screen that are yelling at each other and screaming about something or another and it’s fucking annoying. I lean over and grab the remote to turn it off but I move too fast and I drop the bottle on the floor.

  The contents spill all over the floor and I watch it as it spreads more. It touches my toe and I feel it as it soaks through my socks. Jesus. It’s just slightly cold enough for me to feel a little bit of it but not enough for me to jump out of my skin.

  Every time I close my eyes, I see those girls. I see skinny and frightened girls with their eyes bugged out and watching for whatever horrors are about to come. Sabrina, the first girl that died, I knew she wanted to die. I could see it all over her face. She was ready for it to end.

  Truthfully, what’s going to happen to them once they get to wherever they are going? There is no telling and it’s fucking awful. What is going to happen to them if they get out of this? There is no going back to the way they used to live or anything.

  I know Chloe has her doctor’s appointment today and I know I promised her that I would go with her, but I can’t. Something inside me snapped yesterday and I remembered that this is Grant’s baby. Not mine.

  While I walked her to her car last week, she asked if I wanted to go with her and I told her I would. However, when I got home everything changed. She had to know that I have loved her forever. How could she not know that I’m in love with her and the fact that she’s having a baby by Grant? That’s fucking killing me.

  I look around my apartment and suddenly, I’m feeling sober. The drunken haze that I have been in the past twenty-four hours, have subsided and I hate it. Everything feels intensified now that I’m thinking clearly.

  Chloe is never going to be with me like that and it’s all of my fault. I should have told her after I sunk deep into her all of those years ago that I loved her. Hell, I still remember what she looked like when I slipped inside her pussy. Her eyes were wide and her lips were puckered with pleasure. I loved looking at her hair as it covered her pillow and she moaned my name.

  My name.

  Maybe if I did, she would be pregnant with my baby instead.

  And now, here I am. In a drunk state while thinking about it. There is no telling how long I have sat here, but I know it’s been a while.

  God damn it. I need to get out of here.

  Chloe- Then

  It’s been a whole week since the incident at the Russians and I haven’t heard from Howard. I’m not sure how I feel about this especially since he said that he wants to go to the doctor’s with me. But today is not the day to think about it, because I’m going to the doctor’s.

  Today I get to find out if I’m truly pregnant and I get to discuss options.

  I’m not going to lie, I’m scared as shit about being a mother. I don’t know the first thing about it. Do I tell people that I’m pregnant or do I let them figure it out? Am I supposed to be eating specific foods? Damn it, I have no idea.

  Thirty minutes later finds me on the doctor’s table with my legs spread and my crotch hanging out. Good thing I shave because that would be embarrassing. “You are most definitely pregnant. See-” he points to the flicker in the picture as he shows me on the screen next to me. He’s got this dildo looking thing inside of me and I can’t help but think how uncomfortable it is. “That’s your baby’s heart beat.”

  I start to breathe faster and more shallow and before I know it, I’m feeling as if I don’t have enough air. Holy shit. There’s a baby in there and it’s Grant’s. God damn it. I’m going to seem like the ex-girlfriend who can’t seem to let go of my boyfriend or something.

  This is a nightmare!

  “Ms. Delacruz, I need you to take deep breaths and look at me.” I do as instructed and look at the overweight doctor who is probably in his fifties. “It’s okay. You do have options. I recommend you- Oh, wait.” He stops talking and then points at the screen again.

  No. No. No.

  I’m not- fuck no!

  No way!

  “It seems there are two heart beats. Congratulations, you are pregnant with twins and it looks like you are four and a half months along.”

  My breathing gets more shallow and before I know it, there are black smudges on the screen of my eyes and I am out like a light.

  Grant- Then

  As the time goes by, things get easier. I’ve grown to appreciate my relationship with Kayla and understand that this is the right thing to do. It’s the right thing to do to be with her since I’m going to be a dad in a few months. Plus, she said she’s in love with me earlier.

  I’m not saying that I’m in love with her, but I think I’m beginning to travel down that road.

  “Put your hands up on the bed frame,” she says as she comes into our room with a button down shirt on. Kayla started wearing my clothes more as she got bigger in the belly. She claims that my clothes are more comfortable than hers. Which they probably are. Have you seen how fucking tight women’s clothing is now?

  Following her directive, I slip my hands into the slants and she straddles me. Before I can say anything, she grabs my one and only tie and wraps it around my hands. After she has successfully locked me in, she grinds her hips into my dick. “Are you horny?” Kayla whispers and then slips her hand into my boxers to grab me.

  “Looks like you have your answer, baby.”

  I thrust my hips up and she groans after throwing her head back. She rubs her pussy against my dick and the heat from her is enough to make me come before we even start.

  “I like it when I have you how I want you,” she murmurs and then sits up a little to tease the both of us. I gasp and groan as she puts just the head of my dick inside her but doesn’t fully sit herself on me.

  I do my best to thrust up so I could slide into her but she takes her hips away from me. “God damn it, Kayla. You better get your sexy ass on my dick about twenty seconds ago. Or so help me, I’m getting to rip your ass apart by the time I’m done fucking you silly.”

  She blushes but then moves to rest her ass on my thighs. Her pregnant stomach sticks out through her shirt more than before. I swear, her body gets softer as the pregnancy develops, but she looks sexy as hell now that I know she’s pregnant with my kid.

  “I swear to Christ, get your ass on my dick. I have no problem busting my hands out of these cuffs. And if I do, Kayla, you better hide.”

  Kayla giggles and then acts as if she’s going to move off of me, but when she sits on my dick, I about scream.

  She grinds her hips into me and her clit rubs against my pubic bone. “Shit,” I murmur and throw my head back as the sensations claim me. Kayla is still really tight and when she squeezes her muscles around me, I about lose my shit even more.

  “Rub that little clit of yours, baby. Do it. Give me a show,” I encourage and thrust up to hit her in the sacred spot that has her gasping.

  “Grant, oh God!” She screams as she follows my direction and begins to rub her clit. I watch her finger work it harder and faster until she’s screaming out in ecstasy.

  We laid sweaty on the bed with our skin sticking to each other when the doorbell rang. I looked at Kayla who had a look of content on her pretty face. Yeah, she’s going to bed soon. The doctor said that she’s going to get more and more tired as the third trimester kicks in.

  When neither of us make a move to answer the door, whoever was at the door knocks and then I hear the slam of the wood splintering. My pregnant girlfriend screams and then reaches under the bed to grab the gun.

  “What the fuck?” I yell and slip off the bed. I don’t bother grabbing another gun, because there’s no point. Kayla was a homicide detective and I’m an FBI agent. Whoever is breaking in, picked the wrong apartment.

  Before I got an answer, a flash of wood hit me in the face and I fell back against the wall. The searing pain from being hit was enough to knock my breath out of my body. “Who the fuck are you?” I shout and then reach for the wall beams to try and feel my
way to the bedroom.

  I reach my other hand up and touch my face. I shouldn’t have been surprised to feel my fingers saturated in blood from the hit, but I was. Damn it, he hit me with a baseball bat.

  “You don’t know who I am, fucker? I know who you are! You got my sister pregnant and then fucked her over! What kind of dick are you?” I hear being yelled at me.

  I try in vain to open my eyes but I couldn’t see anything. Fuck. I already know my cheek bone is probably broken along with my nose. Wait! “Kayla-”

  The man punches me in the stomach and I hunch over to try and ease the pain. “No! Chloe. You fuckin’ prick. I should just kill you. She’s pregnant with twins because of you! How are you going to lie to her? Like she didn’t have trust issues before.”

  “What the fuck are you talkin’ about?” I ask and then pull my eyes apart. It’s Barry. “Barry? What the hell?”

  “Sleep with one eye open, mother fucker. One eye.”

  Chloe- Then

  When I open my eyes, there is bright lights that are clouding my vision. In the back, there is a beeping that won’t stop but it seems as if it’s on a pattern or something. I reach across my body and place my left hand on the right side of my bed. For some reason, my right hand isn’t following directions.

  The beeping is giving me the worst headache ever and I have the sensations to pee.

  “Ms. Delacruz,” I hear a female say in the background. I turn to the voice and then wince from the movement. “I see you are waking up. Do you know where you are?”

  When she comes into my sight, I see that she’s a petite woman with long brown hair that flows to the tops of her chest that is covered in a scrub top. The woman looks to be my age but she could probably be older since I’m not seeing clearly.

  “No.”

  She walked in closer and placed her hand on my shoulder. “You had a nasty faint. Do you remember why you fainted?” I shake my head again and she sits next to me. “My name is Emily and I will be your nurse today,” she says clearly and concisely.

  I look around and then at the hospital bracelet around my wrist. Shit. I’ve been admitted into the hospital and I’m supposed to be under the radar. “Why am I here?”

  “Well, Chloe. What happened is that you fainted after you found out you were pregnant with twins. I take it this pregnancy is a surprise for you?” Emily asks smoothly and brushes my hair out of my face.

  “Twins? Oh my… Fuck. Are you serious?” I ask incredulously. There must be a mistake.

  “Ms. Delacruz. There’s no mistake. You are pregnant with twins. Is there anyone I could call for you? We called your brother and he came in already.”

  “My brother. Shit. Uh, no. I am just going to go home. Thank you.”

  By the time I have everything collected that is needed to be a mother (gag), I am walking out of the hospital and hailing a cab. I’m not sure how long I was out and I’m not waiting around to ask anymore questions than is needed.

  The cabbie looks in the rearview mirror and looks me over. “Where to?”

  I look at my phone and then tell the driver my address. Once we have taken off, I begin to look through the packet of stuff that I was given. There’s guides to doctor’s appointments and then guides to eating right. There is even a guide to abortions and other decisions for the mother.

  I feel the tears welling in my eyes and I look up at the cab’s roof. I blink faster and harder in order to not have my tears spill. What the hell am I doing? I don’t know the first thing about being a mother.

  By the time I have combed through all of the brochures, the cabbie is pulling up to my apartment’s door. My brain is whirling with all of the information that I have read and I’m feeling as if I’m going to throw up.

  Shit!

  Throwing myself out of the car, I hurl my whole stomach in the middle of the sidewalk. The cabbie, who doesn’t even bother requesting his payment, takes off as soon as he sees me blow chunks. My stomach is swirling and there is a bitter taste of bile acid in the back of my throat that makes me want to throw up again.

  I am resting on my knees in the desert heat and I have my hands on the ground trying to calm my stomach.

  “Shit, are you okay?”

  I turn my head to see Howard coming out of his car and running over to me. He looks as good as always and without a care in the world. It pisses me off that I’m sweating and puking in the middle of Las Vegas because I managed to get knocked up by a liar.

  “I’m fine,” I spit out as he leans down to grab my elbow. I allow him to lightly get me up, but once I’m standing, I walk away from him and into my house. I’m not in the mood for this right now. Fuck. I have embarrassed myself enough already.

  “Chlo! Come on!” His voice is caught off as I climb into the elevator to get to my apartment.

  Hurry up. Come on! Come on!

  The elevator feels as if it’s taking forever to close and Howard manages to catch up to me before it does. He slips his lean body through the crack and steps into my bubble. Once he’s there, he has me pinned against the wall and his body is covering mine.

  Tears stab at my eyes and I curse myself for being weak. This is not like me at all. I hate it!

  Howard strokes my cheeks and kisses my forehead. “Are you okay, baby?” His words are whispered but I can feel the love in them.

  “Get off of me,” I say not very convincingly.

  “Shh, Chloe, what did the doctor say?”

  Suddenly, I remember. This is a sting and he just said my real name. “I don’t know you!” I yell in my Russian accent, hoping that it sounds as real as I need it to.

  I push him out of the elevator once we get to my floor and then I run to my door. Once I’m at my door, I yell at him again. “Go away!”

  Howard- THen

  “Daddy! Come play!”

  The voice of my son says as it wakes me up in the morning. Today is my day off and my son and I love to play all day while Chloe is at work.

  Since we have become parents, we take turns working and who stays home. It’s a perfect combination since neither of us get worn out. We each still work forty hours a week, but we only work three days and the other works four and then it switches.

  I twirl my wedding band around my finger as I climb out of bed. Jacob runs back into my room with his cape around his shoulders. He’s obsessed with Batman right now and he is trying to be him now. It’s fucking adorable watching him run around like he is Batman.

  Jacob runs and jumps onto the bed and wraps his arms around my neck. “Come on, daddy! Let’s play!” He yells.

  “Sh, buddy. You don’t want to wake up your sister,” I scold him silently. Which is funny because Jacob can be so loud and Isabella won’t wake up at all.

  He gives me his toddler giggle and I chuckle with him as I sit up from the bed with him wrapped around my shoulders. “Should we go and make mommy something special for her birthday?”

  “Yes, daddy! I love you.”

  I awake with cold sweat coating my body and I know instantly what needs to be done. Let’s just hope I’m not too late.

  I speed through the town in my car and when I park in front of Chloe’s apartment, I see her on her hands and knees throwing up. I’m not going to lie to you, I feel murderous that she’s sick and there’s not a damn thing I could do about it.

  By the time she shoves me away from her and she runs to her apartment, I already know that I’m going to need to pull out some big guns. See, the thing about Chloe is that she’s secretly a romantic. I know, you wouldn’t have guessed that. But she is. She wants someone who is willing to give her a gesture, and I’m about to give her the biggest one.

  I knock on her door and when she doesn’t answer it, I knock again. “Come on, sweetheart. Open the door.”

  Still nothing.

  After I’m standing in front of her door like a schmuck for about two minutes, I bang on it and then reach in my pocket for my knife. I mean, who does she think she’s kidding? I’m a fu
cking cop from Denver.

  I manage to break the lock and then enter her apartment. “Chlo? Come on. I really want to talk to you,” I call as I walk through her apartment. Once I’m to her bedroom, I knock again. “Come on, sweetheart.”

  “Oh my god! Can’t you take a hint!” She yells from inside her door and when she opens it, she’s naked.

  Her breasts have gotten fuller and perkier with age and/ or pregnancy. Chloe’s hips and stomach are a little rounder than from what I remember and her hair is curly around her face and shoulders. Needless to say, she looks like my fucking dream.