I nodded and pulled him close to me. With my arms around his neck and him hovering above me, I knew that it was right. I had not made a mistake at the fashion show. Acted irrationally? Sure. But when it came down to it, I belonged with Anthony and he belonged with me.
“You got me pregnant. I think I can handle having sex with you.”
He laughed and rubbed the tip of his manhood against me. The friction between us had my head spinning. We had never had time to take it slow and do it right before. It felt so much better than the first time.
“Fair enough,” he murmured. He pressed it against me harder. “How’s that?”
“Further,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me. “I’m ready.”
He smiled and pushed it inside of me. His head lolled back as he explored the tightness between my legs. I let out a loud scream. The maid probably heard me from the living room.
“You feel amazing,” he moaned, moving inside of me. “I wish we could’ve done it like this before.”
“Me too. Oh Anthony!”
His hips moved in sync with mine. I groaned in pleasure and he seized my wrists. Usually, I wouldn’t like that kind of thing, but as he pinned me down to the bed and rode me, I suddenly understood. Mia had told me about this kind of sex. She was right. It was the best kind.
I squeezed my legs around his waist as he delved deeper inside of me. My eyes rolled back into my head and I sunk my nails into his back. I tried to pull them out, but the loud moan he let out told me that maybe he didn’t mind. His lips were on my neck and my vision was growing blurry. Every movement he made became sloppier and sloppier.
“I’m getting close,” he whispered in my ear, moving faster inside of me. “Together?”
I nodded and gritted my teeth. He moved faster and faster. Sloppier and sloppier. I could hear the friction between us, but then, I felt it. All of a sudden, my womanhood pulsed around him. My eyes widened as I let out a loud scream.
“That was…” I trailed off, my brain scrambled.
“Magical?” he finished, half-joking.
“Actually, yes,” I replied with a grin. “That’s a good word.”
The cook, whose name I learned was Camila, made us post-coitus lunch. She did not ask any questions about the noises that came from the bedroom, or why Anthony was staying home sick. She simply made us lunch and put it in front of us. The maid was just as courteous. She didn’t even make eye contact as I emerged in an oversized shirt. Anthony was in tow in just his boxers.
“What is this?” I asked, picking at the dish in front of me. “It’s delicious.”
I didn’t realize that food would taste so good after sex.
“No idea,” Anthony admitted, shoveling a spoonful of the ethnic dish into his mouth. “Camila makes it. I eat it. I don’t ask what it is.”
I laughed and took another bite.
“Fair enough.”
He smiled and after a few moments, he asked, “So are you having fun today?”
“Yes,” I replied, giving him a small smile. “I was thinking something, though.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Oh yeah?” he asked. “What’s that?”
I bit my lip. He was not going to like what he was about to hear. I had to be honest, though. He had to know.
“I’m going to tell my dad.”
He furrowed his brow. He didn’t seem to understand.
“Tell him what?”
I raised my eyebrows. It should have been obvious.
“That the baby is yours!” I exclaimed. “Are you kidding, Anthony? Are you really that dense?”
He buried his face in his hands.
“I was afraid you were going to say that.”
“Afraid?” I asked. “You knew we were going to have to tell him someday.”
He sighed and rubbed his temples. He was clearly in denial. I could never keep up the story about it belonging to an ex-boyfriend. Eventually, my father would want me to go looking for the father and we would have quite a mess on our hands. It was better to come clean. Anthony needed to understand that.
“Fine. But we’ll only tell him on one condition,” he finally said.
“And what’s that?”
I was skeptical. Anthony had been avoiding the issue ever since I first told him.
“I get to tell him myself. You can be there if you want, but I think it’s better if it comes from me. Your dad and I have a long history. I respect him enough to at least come clean. Like a man.”
I nodded.
“I can agree to that condition,” I replied. I took a sip of my margarita and added, “So when’re you gonna tell him?”
“Well, I guess I’ll tell him when he gets back from Tokyo. No reason to put it off, eh?”
I bit my lip.
“Good luck.”
Anthony chuckled.
“I just hope he doesn’t kill me.”
Chapter Eleven – Unwelcome News
After a week of being stuck in Anthony’s penthouse apartment, I had to get back to work. Though it was ill-advised, I decided that I was going to help with the fashion event of the season. My father discouraged me, and so did Anthony. Being headstrong, I made my own decision. I was going to go back to work whether I was six months pregnant or not.
“These editorial shots are pertinent for our ad campaign after the show,” Leo explained, looking me sharply in the eye. “Now, I’m going to be frank with you about the models this time around.”
I gulped.
“And what about them?”
I was terrified that I was going to fail him again. I couldn’t take any more stress during the pregnancy. I had to stay calm and collected.
He grinned and grabbed my shoulder.
“They’re perfect!” he squealed. “I told you I needed three Heidis, a Brittany, and an Angela and oh my God did you deliver! This show is going to be a dream. An absolute dream!”
I grinned. For once, a fashion show was going exactly as planned and I was responsible for it. Maybe I wasn’t a model, but I was living the dream.
“Lillian,” I heard a voice say. “You’ve done a fantastic job this time around. Outdone yourself.”
I turned on my heel and my face fell. It was my father. I should have been excited to see him, but I was actually horrified. Anthony was going to talk to him soon and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be around when it happened.
“O-oh! Daddy!” I exclaimed, nervously. “It’s so good to see you here.”
Part of me had hoped he wouldn’t show. I was having second thoughts about telling him about the baby. To my horror, Anthony was right behind him.
“Good to see you too,” he murmured, “though I believe the doctor told you that you need to be taking it easy.”
“Ah, but it is easy for her. Isn’t it, Lillian?”
I blushed and nodded.
“Y-yes. It comes naturally,” I admitted. “Must run in the family!”
I let out a nervous laugh. My father seemed nervous.
“Is something wrong, Lilli?” he asked. “You seem…off.”
Anthony laughed.
“Well, I think she’s just nervous for what we’re about to tell you,” he said. “Can’t say I blame her. I’m a bit nervous too.”
He rocked on his heels. My father pursed his lips. He knew something was wrong.
“And what is this bad news?” he asked, cuffing his hands behind his back. “Better to get it out of the way, I’d think.”
Anthony took a deep breath and nodded.
“Yes, well, it isn’t so easy to say,” he replied. “I care about your daughter a lot. But Lillian and I have been—well…”
“Well what?” my father demanded. “What have you and my daughter been doing?”
Anthony closed his eyes. I thought my father was going to hit him.
“Your grandchild…it’s—it’s mine. But I love her and I
will raise it right and—”
My father’s jaw dropped. His face was violet with rage.
“You—you what?” he gasped. “This is a sick joke! Tell me it’s a joke, Lilli!”
I gulped and shook my head.
“It’s not a joke, Daddy,” I whispered. “Please don’t hate us.”
He shook his head.
“Hate you?” he asked me. “No, no. I am angry—infuriated even. But I do not hate you. The father of your child, on the other hand…” He flashed Anthony a glare. “Well let’s just say he and I will have to have a talk sometime.”
And with that, he stormed off.
I had been crying since meeting with my father.
“I’m sorry he reacted like he did,” Anthony murmured, rubbing my back. “It’ll be okay, though. I promise. I talked to him after and I—well let’s just say that I explained some things. I think he was in a much better place after I called.”
“Really?” I sniffled. “What did you tell him?”
He chuckled, a glint in his eye.
“Well that part is a surprise, but I can promise you’ll find out soon.”
“Is it a bad surprise?” I grumbled, resting my chin in my hands. “I can’t deal with another one of those.”
“No,” he laughed. “Well, I hope not, anyway.”
I gave him a sad smile.
“I hope not too.”
Chapter Twelve – Do I Have Your Blessing?
The fashion show was just as fabulous as I planned. The models that I chose were creating a buzz around the entire room. I should have been happy, yet I wasn’t. My father still had not spoken to me and Anthony still had not surprised me. I was beginning to think there was no surprise at all.
The last look closed the show and there was a wild applause. I expected the designer to emerge with a quick “thank you”, but the designer was nowhere in sight. Then, someone else came onstage. It was Anthony.
“What the hell is he doing up there?” I hissed to Mia. “He knocks me up and makes an ass of himself onstage? This better not be his surprise.”
“Shh,” Mia whispered. “Let’s hear what he has to say.”
I crossed my arms and waited.
“Hello everyone,” he said, bringing the microphone to his lips. “You probably all know me as Anthony Aliosi, bachelor extraordinaire. But the truth is, I have a very special lady in my life. Those in the fashion world may know her, but for those that don’t, they will soon. Her name is Lillian Massey!”
I anxiously waved at the crowd. I was not sure where he was going with the announcement, but from the corner of my eye, I saw my father grinning. Something told me that he knew what Anthony was up to.
“Now, I’ve done a lot of wrong—especially to Lillian. And I’m an ass for that! I’ll admit it in front of this entire room, in front of my colleagues and my friends. But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m in love with her,” he continued. He reached into his breast pocket. “That is why I need to do this.”
Suddenly, he was getting down on one knee. I heard Mia gasp, yet I saw the glimmer in my father’s eye. It was a glimmer of approval.
“Lillian Massey, I want to do this right. So…will you marry me?”
I felt faint again. The spotlight was on me and an entire room’s worth of people was staring at me. It was the grandest proposal I’d ever witnessed.
Then, a reporter held out a microphone for me. I cleared my throat.
“W-well,” I stammered, “i-it’s up to my dad.”
His face fell, but he gave me a nod. His gaze averted to my father.
With a loud sigh, he stared at me.
“Is this what you want?” he asked. “Will he make you happy?”
I nodded.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He smiled at me and reached out for a hug.
“Then you have my blessing.”
We hugged and the entire room cheered. I glanced at Anthony.
“So that’s a yes?” he asked. “Do I get to marry the most beautiful girl in the room?”
My face flushed.
“Well, I’m not sure about that, but you can marry me.”
He gave me a nod.
“That’s what I just said,” he replied with a smirk. “I love you, Lillian Massey.”
“I love you too, Anthony Aliosi,” I whispered. “I love you too.”
*****
THE END
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Mated For Life
By Nicole Chance
Chapter One
Molly
I dropped my backpack to the dorm's beige carpet and blew a few strands of strawberry blonde hair away from my face. Ugh...
It was just about a week until the start of a new year in college. My absolute least favorite time of each semester. Sure, it was a chance to get a fresh slate and see what my new teachers would be like. See if I was sharing classes with any of my few friends at the mid-sized college I attended, but I mostly enjoyed falling into a steady routine and getting into a flow.
To most people, college was supposed to be this fun, amazing party in people's lives with some studying mixed in, but I'd never really been that kind of girl. That probably explained a lot about my life. I was a product of my parents through and through.
My mother was a mathematics teacher for a high school, and my father was an accountant who ran his own business. Of course, I would be following in his footsteps to eventually take over the family business when they eventually retired. Teaching was definitely out of the question for me since I was an introvert who hated public speaking. Pretty much the exact opposite of my mother. We always had a hard time understanding one another. I was much closer to my father than her.
I sighed and leaned my head back against the dorm's closed front door and stared at the cramped space. My roommate would be coming to campus over the weekend in a few days, so I planned on making this week really count. It was rare that I ever really got time to myself. My parents smothered me when I was at home, and my roommate wanted to hang out literally all the time on campus. So much so that I studied for my classes way more than I needed to just so she'd occasionally back off. It had the upside of great grades, but I wouldn't have minded more of a social life.
I mean, I wasn't totally aloof and anti-social. There was a guy on the college's soccer team that held my interest. I attended each game, even though I wasn't big into sports. Last semester I'd shared a class with him. At first I'd thought I probably was the only one interested, but then I started catching him look at me.
Wow...
I'd never worked up the nerve to talk with him though. Any chances I had were probably done and over with now. But I wasn't here to guy-watch, I'd get over it. Maybe.
I grabbed my backpack with all the things I'd needed from home and sauntered over to my room. The one good thing about being at home had been sleeping in my own bed. The one I had here had taken some getting used to. It was like sleeping at a budget hotel, but I didn't really have anything I could do about that.
Once I'd unpacked everything, I sat on my bed. What could I do today? I'd wanted to make this a week that mattered, so what would do
that? It wasn't as if I had much money. I couldn't really go on a trip. Besides, my parents kept tabs on my credit cards and bank account in case I got too wild. I wasn't really allowed much freedom, which was why I insisted on going away for school.
I hopped out of bed. I'd just take a stroll around the small, quaint town. Maybe see if I could find my favorite nature path again. I enjoyed getting out there and being one with the wild. If I'd had much option, I probably would've gone with something in natural sciences rather than a degree in accounting.
But I guess a girl couldn't get absolutely everything that she wanted. A guy might be the right first step though. I ran my hands through my hair and shook my head. Ugh, no.
That was exactly what my parents were worried about. They probably thought I'd go off and fall for some guy, end up pregnant and dropping out of college, only to be stuck in some crazy relationship that would fall apart in a few years. Then I'd have no future, no way to support myself, and the offspring, and I'd only have myself to blame for wanting to be wild and rebellious.
Sometimes I wondered if they even realized whom they were talking to.
I strolled out of the large dormitory and headed toward town. It was a little bit of a walk, but the sun was shining and birds were singing in the early afternoon day. I lifted my chin to feel the warmth and breathed in the clean air. This college town sometimes felt more like home to me than my actual hometown did.
Time passed fairly quickly as I walked. My thoughts were a constantly shifting, tumbling mess. I was so absorbed in them, that I almost missed the entrance to the national park. I shook them off, trying my best to just breathe and come back to the present. After a few moments, I felt the weight lift off my shoulders and chest.
"Hey," a deep male voice said from behind me.
The pressure came crashing back down, this time right onto my chest. I knew that voice. I'd heard it plenty of times in calculus last semester. I slowly turned and plastered on a relaxed smile, even if I felt nothing of the sort. It felt like my heart was about to shoot out of my chest by just being in this proximity to him.
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