“I guess it’s been great, I mean, you know like it’s surreal. All of a sudden, I’m living with him and pregnant with his baby, but you know, it’s only been like a day. We both have busy schedules, and it’s going to be hard for us to find time just to chill in this moment.”
“Right, Mr. Edwa… I mean Lex is a workaholic, but I know he is making time to clear his schedule. Just this week is crazy with a business summit being held downtown. We have a merger riding heavily on a few discussions, so Lex is really under the pump trying to get this all finalized. I’m surprised he let me have coffee with you. Then again, he probably wants me to check up on you.”
“Well, you can tell him I’m fine, and I won’t shy away from having a catch-up with a good friend.”
Kate smiles. “Yes, a very good friend.”
“This is weird, though, right?”
“Totally weird. I get it, he is Lex to you, but to me, he will always be Mr. Edwards. Blimey, he is a lot to handle.”
“You’re telling me. I can only imagine what he’s like in the office.”
“Uh, let’s see… control freak… obsessive… to put it mildly.”
“Mmm… kinda hot, though. Tell me what’s going on with you.”
“Hmm… bugger all, I haven’t gotten laid in like two months. I believe I’ve been re-virginized. The men in New York suck. Seriously, I cannot find anyone decent.”
“You won’t find anyone going clubbing with Eric, that’s for sure. In fact, if you want to go on a manhunt, do not involve Eric. Since my manhunting days are over, I’m more than happy to accompany you, just for support.”
“Oh, please, and get fired in the meantime? Lex would kill me for dragging you along. No, it’s okay. I wish to live a long, healthy life. Just without mind-blowing sex. Seriously, though, how long before I become a virgin again?”
“I don’t know… a year? Can we google this?”
So that’s what we do for the rest of our time, look at Google images of ladies who believe they are virgins again. I can’t stop laughing, it’s one of those things that Eric would never do, and just looking at a vagina sends him into heaving vomit-like symptoms. We say our goodbyes, and I head back to the office to drown myself in work so time can pass quickly.
The afternoon becomes busier, and I barely find myself able to catch up on emails or even Eric. I look at my schedule. It’s jam-packed this week, but hopefully, it will settle by next week. Christmas is just around the corner, and I haven’t even begun to think of what to buy for everyone. I mark in my calendar to organize a shopping day with Eric. He’s been quiet today, not his usual flamboyant self.
Before I know it, darkness falls outside my window. The office is quieter, and I realize I’ve buried my head in this brief for the last four hours. I quickly check my emails before closing the office and heading home.
It’s after eight when I sit on the couch, reading over a case, waiting for Lex to come home. Coco is in her element beside me, probably wondering why I’m fully clothed since yesterday had me walking around the apartment naked.
With my eyes heavily focused on a witness statement, my phone chimes, the loud sound startling my focused thoughts.
Lex: Sorry stuck downtown. Won’t be home till late. Sleep well beautiful, I promise I’ll make it up to you.
My shoulders drop as I fall back into the cushions, disappointed at the text. I know Lex has work commitments he can’t get out of. This is Lex’s life. I don’t know why part of me expects it will be different now—that we will both be home by six every night, cook dinner together, and have a lovely meal followed by hot sex and mindless television.
He is a fucking billionaire for God’s sake and obviously worked hard to get to that position.
That night, I climb into bed and take out my What to Expect When You’re Expecting book, but fall asleep soon after conception.
It’s dark, but I feel him slide in beside me. His body smells amazing,
freshly showered, and with heavy eyelids, I open them slightly to see my clock. It is just past midnight. I stir, trying to wake myself up.
“Shh,” he whispers.
“It’s late.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Struggling to maintain any sort of conversation, I fall into a deep sleep until the morning light creeps into the room. I’m awake again, but this time his lips are all over me, his cock pressing hard against my thigh.
“Good morning,” he murmurs into my ear before sliding in.
I gasp, unprepared for the pleasure to spread throughout me since I just woke up. Plunging further into me, he fucks me hard before I call out his name, riding out the orgasm which only takes me two minutes to reach.