CHAPTER39
NOVA
Sleep still clingsto me as I grind pepper over the sizzling pan of eggs and vegetables. Zeke and I have had three solid, uninterrupted days together, and it’s been straight heaven listening to him talk to the baby and help me cook and lay around on the couch watching movies. As well as the sex. I definitely enjoy the sex. Figgy weaves between my feet, waiting for me to drop something delicious when my phone rings.
I trip over the cat, cursing as I catch myself on the counter. I really should be using my cane now that my stomach is bigger and this baby is throwing my gravity around with his acrobatics.
“Hello,” I say, and there’s a moment of silence.
“Miss Forrester?”
“That’s me,” I say, nerves waking up because I don’t recognize the voice.
“Hi, this is Margaret calling from The Canada Border Services Agency,” she says, and everything in my body turns numb.
“Um, yes?” I say weakly.
“We’ve received notice that you’ve extended your stay in Canada and have not renewed with us. Your six months was up a week ago. I’m calling to ensure that you have plans to leave the country within 24 hours, or CBSS will have to take measures to have you deported.”
“Twenty-four hours?” I say, shocked.
“I can grant you 48, but that’s the most I can do, Miss Forrester.”
I’m dizzy from this news but manage to gather my wits and stay level.
“Absolutely. I’m so sorry. Time really flies by.” I try to keep my voice lighthearted, but I should have seen this coming. I should have been paying closer attention.
“If you wish to return to Canada, you can apply for a new visa or residency. The tip we received was from someone concerned that you were in a partnership with a Canadian and had intentions of remaining here indefinitely.”
“Um,” I choke on the words. “I have a boyfriend here, yes. But I will make the appropriate plans. Thank you so much.”
I hang up the phone and let out a shaky breath. The smell of burning egg hits my senses and frustration rips through me. I yank the pan off the stove and slam it in the sink.
Someone reported me. Called and told them my six months were up by a week. My heart thunders so loud I barely hear my thoughts. This was an attack—my punishment for contacting my mom, for telling her about the baby.
“Morning, babe,” Zeke grumbles from behind me.
The full, crisp warmth of his scent envelops me before his hands are on my body. He presses against my back and kisses my neck, tickling the skin and snapping me from my thoughts.
“Are you upset?” he asks, taking my shoulders and kneading the tense muscles.
“I burnt breakfast. I got distracted,” I lie as the tension turns to this jittering desperation. I have to leave. I knew I would but now is too soon. I feel the separation already, even with his body so close to mine.
“That’s alright.” He leans forward to kiss my neck. I let my head tilt to the side and bask in his attention. His hands slide around my hips to between my legs. “I’ll find something else to eat.”
He kisses up to my ear, nipping on the lobe, and I giggle.
“Remember what I told you about the earlobe,” I say, and he sucks the flesh into his mouth again. “You have to go to work in like, five minutes.”
“Oh, I’m definitely angling for a quick fuck,” he says, reaching for my hands and removing the pot handle from my grip. He places my hands flat on the counter and runs his fingertips up my bare arms. “How do you feel about that angle?”
I shudder, my body flooding with lust for him. I tip forward, pressing my ass into his growing cock. Right now, anything to keep my mind from spiralling into how I’m going to manage this. I can’t balance any more shit, especially after the last few days. I want every bit of him before reality takes over.
“I prefer this angle, to be honest.” I wiggle my hips, and he groans, tipping his forehead to my shoulder. He slips his fingers into my tank top, squeezing lightly and rolling the nipple as I grind deeper into him. “Oh my God, Zeke.”
The pant in my voice jolts him from his slow, deliberate massaging, and he yanks down my sweatpants, cupping me from behind, running his middle finger through the wetness to find my clit.
“I want to come with you.” His husky voice drives my desire for him, and I let the pressure build in my body. “Tell me when you’re close.”