His Choice, Her Decision

by Williams, D. C.

  Trying to push me away, “Ah, Aiden, no, oh shit, stop.” Grabbing the back of my head, she has her head thrown back. Moving backwards towards her desk, she says, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

  Reaching around her to move everything on her desk to the side, “stop thinking, I think it’s a great idea just don’t make too much noise. Dropping to my knees, I lift her skirt above her hips. Trailing my tongue in the same exact path as my hands, I pull her panties down and immediately go to work on my favorite spot, her clit. Feeling her place more weight on the desk, I lift her up and place her thighs on my shoulders to give me better access to my treasure. Eating her out like a starved man, she holds my head in place while she’s moaning really loud. Pulling away to blow on her clit, “babe, not so loud, someone may hear us.” Not giving her time to respond, I suck her clit back into my mouth until I feel her body begin to shutter as she releases into my mouth. Giving one last lick before removing her legs from my shoulders, I quickly rise to my feet while undoing my belt and pants with one hand and pushing her back further onto her desk with the other. Grabbing the hem of her skirt, I bunch it in my hands so that I can push it up in one swift move to give me better access to my target.

  Frowning at me, “Aiden, be careful with my skirt, I paid good money for this skirt.”

  “Babe, don’t worry about the skirt, I’ll buy you another one.” Pulling her by the waist so that her butt is resting at the end of the desk, I slide my finger into her honey spot before replacing it with my cock. Thrusting into her, “mmm babe, you’re so hot and wet! I love you being pregnant.” Looking down at her face filled with pleasure and for sure annoyance at my mention of her pregnancy, I pick up the speed. Closing her eyes, she arches her back and throws her head back. Oh shit, this is a beautiful sight, my woman splayed out across her desk while I’m pleasuring her. Feeling her vaginal muscles clenching my dick like a glove, I can’t help the sounds coming from my own mouth. “Damn this is good!”

  Hearing noises outside of her office door, she grabs the collar of my shirt and pulls my mouth to hers and gives me the most erotic kiss. I’m not sure what’s more exciting, the idea of being caught or the kiss. Feeling the build of her orgasm, I pick up the pace and send us both into the heavens.

  Trying to get our breathing under control, I hear Camille outside of Sharon’s door. “I don’t think they’re in there. Sharon never locks her door, let’s go, I’ll call her later.”

  Looking at each other, we both burst out into silent laughter. “Don’t ever say that it’s me who’s loud, it’s you,” she whispers pointing into my chest.

  “On this one occasion, you may be right.” Still laughing at our little escapade, I help her off of her desk. “I just had a thought,” looking up at me from fixing her skirt, “both of our cars are out front, they’re going to know that we are here in the office.” Shrugging her shoulders, we both burst out into giggles. I love this side of Sharon.

  Looking at Sharon while she’s readjusting her clothes, mainly her skirt, I can’t help notice that she’s really beginning to show and yet she still doesn’t want to tell anyone about the pregnancy. Walking over to retrieve my jacket that was left by the door, we need to tell people before the obvious does the talking for us. “I think I’m going to tell my parents about the babies this weekend.”

  Raising her eyes to meet mine, “why, I thought we’d wait until I’m more comfortable with the idea of being pregnant.”

  Get more comfortable with the idea of being pregnant? “There’s no idea, you’re pregnant.” Now, I’ve ruined the mood. Rubbing my hands through my hair, we need to discuss this. “Sharon, whether you’ve noticed it or not, you’re beginning to show. Anyone paying attention is going to see that you’re pregnant.”

  With sadness in her eyes, “I’m just not ready yet but you’re right, we need to tell the important people.”

  “Okay, we’ll tell the important people.” Not believing that I’m going along with her knowing that in only her fashion, she would place a limitation on something this important. “By the way, who are the important people?”

  Retrieving her purse and keys from the desk, she’s walking towards the door while avoiding eye contact. Sighing heavily, “your parents and brother and my siblings and friends are the important people.”

  Unlocking and opening the door for her, “what about your parent’s, aren’t they important?”

  Finally she looks at me and says, “I dread telling them because I know my dad is going to be disappointed in me for being so careless.”

  Hearing the sadness in her voice, I reach out and embrace her in a hug. “Baby, accidents happen. No, we didn’t plan on getting pregnant but we are. I know you’re having a hard time adjusting to this but it’s not going away.” Shit, I don’t want to even offer this to her but I don’t have a choice. “What if we tell your parents together? Your dad hates the hell out of me so if I’m with you, it will temporarily take the heat off of you.”

  Raising her head, “Aiden, you’ll really do that for me?”

  Uncertainty is written all over my face, I’m sure of it, “I’ll do anything for you Sharon.”

  Absorbing what I’ve just said, “okay, we’ll tell our families first and then our friends.” Sniggling, “actually, I already told Brian on tonight while having a melt down here in my office.”

  Rolling my eyes in her direction, “you told Brian, huh?” Grabbing her hand, “let’s go, it’s getting late.” Walking out to our cars, “Something just occurred to me, you hate it when I say that you belong to me, right?”

  Abruptly, she stops walking and removes her hand, “yeah, why?”

  Stopping and turning to face her, “well, if you didn’t like it then, then you’re sure as hell not going to like it now. Why were you in your office with Brian, crying on his shoulder when you knew that I was at this very function?”

  She’s pissed. “He came into my office on his own Aiden. What’s your point?”

  “What’s my point? You really want to know?”

  “Enlighten me.”

  “You are my woman, pregnant with my babies, having a melt down because of our situation.” Flailing my hands in the air and giving her one of her neck moves, “this doesn’t concern him. If you want to cry, you do that shit on my shoulders.”

  Flailing her hands back at me and doing her signature version of the neck roll, “first of all, pregnant or not, the only thing that belongs to you that concerns me, are these babies. Don’t come trying to control shit Aiden, it didn’t work then and it’s not going to work now!”

  Walking past me with purposeful strides, I follow suit. “Why are you walking so fast?”

  “I’m trying to get away from your crazy ass!”

  “Let it happen again and you’re going to see crazy! Let that man comfort his own damn woman!”

  Turning to face me, “you really know how to ruin a good evening Aiden.”

  “I ruined it? I wondered where you were all that time.” Realizing that I’ve let this go too far, “look babe, I’m really trying to be here for you so forgive me when I hear that you’re crying on Brian’s shoulder rather than mine, that I get a little offended.”

  “Why would you be offended?” She’s asking as we reach her car. Pointing the key fob to unlock the door, “Brian is my friend. You don’t have to be jealous of my relationship with him. If I wanted to screw him, believe me, I’ve had plenty of opportunities to do so.”

  Scrunching my face at her, “Why would you say something like that to me?” Opening the door for her, “I don’t want to hear or think about you screwing anyone other than me especially while you’re carrying my babies.”

  “Leaning her head to the side, “really, have you ever thought about how I’ve felt knowing that you’ve been with someone other than me?”

  Lightly laughing to myself, “I’m not going there with you tonight. It’s in the past. I’ve been faithful to you for over a year now. Sure, I’ve been caught in some
suspect type situations, but I haven’t slept with anyone but you.”

  Looking at me like she doesn’t believe me, “yeah, okay Aiden. Keep telling yourself that lie since you’re the only one who believes it.” Climbing into her car she asks, “are you still going to follow me home?”

  Raising my eyebrows at her, “can I stay the night?”

  “If I said no, would it matter?”

  Throwing my head back, laughing at the expression on her face, “probably not.” Leaning into her car, I plant a wet, juicy kiss on her lips.

  Chapter Thirty Five

  I’m five months pregnant and finally getting adjusted to the fact that as Aiden would put it, “you might as well accept it because there’s nothing you can do about it.” I guess he’s right, because I sure as hell can’t do anything about all this weight that I’ve gained. Actually, I’m a little excited. We had a 3-D sonogram performed on yesterday and found out that we’re having a girl and a boy.

  Turning away from my desk and looking out into my field of peace, I think about Aiden’s reaction to the tech when she announced the sex of our babies.

  “Mrs. Wen,” the tech asks as she’s performing the sonogram, “would you like to know the sex of your babies?” Looking at Aiden, he’s nodding his head. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this excited about anything. Moving the wand over my belly, we see the first baby. “This one is definitely a boy.”

  Aiden leaning closer to the screen, “oh my God, it is a boy,” he says with laughter in his voice.

  Using the wand to press down on my stomach to get a better view of the second baby, “oh, this one is girl,” she says slowly with enthusiasm in her voice.

  Looking at the screen, our baby girl appears to be sucking her thumb. Unable to control my emotions, I smile for the first time about being pregnant as uncontrolled tears stream down my face. Looking over t Aiden, he’s staring at the screen with tears in his eyes too. “What do you think of your babies, dad?” The tech is asking Aiden as she’s cleaning all the sticky goop from my stomach.

  Wiping the tears from his eyes, there is so much emotion in his voice, “it’s so amazing that I’m absolutely speechless.”

  Smiling at the both of us with sincerity in her voice, “that’s usually the reaction of first time parents who see their baby, or in your case, babies for the first time.” Helping me to sit up on the sonogram table, she congratulates us and exits the room.

  “Sharon, you have a call on line one.” My thoughts are interrupted by our new receptionist, Erica, over the intercom.

  “Um, who’s calling?”

  Giggling, “oh yeah, I forgot to ask, hold on a minute.”

  Frowning, she forgot? “Never mind Erica,” I say with annoyance in my voice, “send the call through.”

  “My bad, here in comes.”

  Waiting for the call to come through, I’ve got to ask Camille again why she hired this girl. Erica is a young, Hispanic girl who according to our masseuse, David, is twenty one. Meaning she’s probably spending more time talking to him than learning to answer the damn phone.

  “Who the hell is that girl answering the phone?” I hear Aiden say as the call finally comes through.

  “I have no idea, must be a child or friend of someone Camille knows.”

  Laughing out loud at my sarcasm, “why haven’t you called me back?”

  “I didn’t know that you called.”

  “I didn’t call, I…” Aiden is cut off mid-sentence by Erica bursting through my door.

  “Um hold on Aiden,” looking at Erica like she’s lost her mind, “what in the hell is wrong with you?” I yell as she comes stumbling all into my office.

  Holding a beautiful arrangement of flowers in her hand, “I forgot to give these to you. They just arrived. Oh, and the card said that you need to call Aiden to confirm that you’ll have dinner with him.” All out of breath, she says, “and by the way, congratulations, I thought you were pregnant.”

  Laying the phone down on my desk, I jump up from my chair heading straight for Camille’s office, “why in the hell did you read my card?” I am mad as hell! Walking past her, “Camille,” I’m yelling walking in the direction of Camille’s office. “Camille!” Erica is running behind me all out of breath.

  “Sharon, what’s wrong?” Looking at Erica, flatly she says, “Erica, what did you do this time?”

  “Oh my God,” she says all emotional while covering her mouth, “her husband sent her flowers this morning and I forgot to give them to her so she’s all mad.”

  Turning to look at her, I can’t believe this girl. “First of all, he’s not my husband and you mean to tell me that those flowers came this morning and you’re just now giving them to me?”

  Erica looks at Camille, “I’ve been busy and she is so demanding.”

  Camille has her eyes closed and is shaking her head. Everyone who works here knows that I never ask for anything. Rolling my eyes in her direction, “what did I demand of you?”

  “Well, when I tell you that you have a call, you always want to know who the caller is.”

  Frowning at her, I look at Camille with my hand raised in the air. “Isn’t that a part of her job description?”

  Coming from around her desk, “Sharon, I’m so sorry about this.” Looking in Erica’s direction, I know for a fact that Camille hired this girl because of who she knows and not what she knows. “Erica, did you know that Sharon also owns this day spa?” Gesturing for Erica to take a seat, “well she does, and everyone who works here knows that Sharon is the easiest person to work for because she will never, and I place emphasis on never, ask you to do anything outside of answer her calls. How many calls have you answered for her today?”

  She looks like a deer caught in headlights. “Um, I only answered one call. And besides, I didn’t know she worked here. I thought you were giving her special privileges because she’s an actress and your friend.”

  Using her pointing finger to tap her lips, “Erica, she is part owner,” Camille says slowly while leaning her upper body in the Erica’s direction.

  “Erica, maybe this isn’t the place for you…”

  Hearing Camille begin her firing speech, I make my exit. This girl has got to be the biggest airhead and liar on the planet. Walking back into my office, I look at the flower arrangement that Aiden sent. Oh shit, Aiden, I forgot he was on the phone. “Aiden?”

  “What in the hell just happened over there?”

  Sighing into the phone, when will Camille learn? I don’t want to repeat this soap opera so I decide to change the subject, “the flowers are beautiful.”

  “Well, is your answer yes or no?”

  “Is my answer yes or no to what?”

  “To having dinner with me tonight, I heard Erica tell you what the card said.”

  Leave it to Aiden to find sarcasm in foolishness. “What time are you picking me up for dinner?”

  “So yes, you’ll have dinner with me?”

  “Didn’t I just say that I would?”

  “No actually, you didn’t but since I can tell that you’re a little ticked right now, I’ll take what I can get. Love you, goodbye!”

  Hearing him hang up, I reach over to read his card:

  To the beautiful mother of my children,

  I’m thinking about you. Join me for dinner?

  Aiden

  Aiden can be so sweet at times and then a total jack ass at others. Walking over to close the door, I return to my chair to stare out into my field of peace. Before I can lose myself in my thoughts, I hear Tony’s voice over the intercom.

  “Hi Sharon, this is Tony, I’m working the front desk, hopefully for a few minutes,” he says with attitude in his voice, “anywho, there’s a Terrence Scott here to see you.”

  Snickering to myself at he’s comment, “Thanks Tony, I’ll be right out.” Why would Terrence be here to see me? I was sure that when he found out from Kevin, a friend of Aiden’s, about the pregnancy, that he wasn’t going to have anythin
g else to do with me. Recalling our last conversation, he basically insinuated that I’m making a big mistake by keeping my babies.

  Walking out to the lobby, I see Terrance sitting in one of the leather chairs. “Hey Terrance, what are you doing here?”

  Getting up from his seat with a humongous smile on his face, “I came to see you girl, you look really good!”

  “Um thanks.” What’s up with him? My attitude must be obvious because I can sense the uneasiness in his body language.

  He reaches out to grab my wrist, “hey, I um, stopped by for two reasons, first to apologize and then to buy a couple of spa packages,” he says trying to lighten the mood.

  With a smirk on my face, “you’re going to have to buy more than a couple of spa packages to make up for hurting my feelings!”

  Laughing out loud, so loud that people are staring at us, even Erica, who appears to be gathering her things to leave, “if that means that you’ll accept my apology then I’ll buy as many as I need to vindicate myself.” Leaning his head to the side, “seriously, I was wrong for what I said, man, I have a sister too and I’d be pissed if someone was as cruel to her as I was to you.”

  “Okay Terrance, stop with the speech, I forgive you.”

  Pulling me into a hug, “thank God, girl do you know how long it took me to find the words to apologize?”

  Hugging him back slightly before pulling away, he’s always so touchy, feely, “must have been really complicated for you,” I say with laughter in my voice. “Anyways, you have some packages to buy.” Erica is staring at the two of us with the most devious look in her eyes as she’s walking out the door.

  “Who’s the chick staring at you like that?” Terrance asks nodding his head in the direction of Erica’s departing back.

  “An ex-employee,” that girl is creepy. “So, how much are you willing to spend?”

  “What!” Hanging his head low while peeping up at me, “it’s like that?”

  Patting him on the shoulder, “it’s like that my brotha and don’t even try to give me one of these packages back as a Christmas gift.”

  Laughing out loud again, I really think he likes to be seen, leaning against my arm, “damn, can’t get anything over on you.”