I didn’t even know who I was, trying to joke her into talking to me. The real Alec Blair would have dumped her ass the moment I knew she hadn’t protected herself against my sperm. The me the world knew would have turned away from her, lost her number, and denied even breathing the same air. Worse, the real me may have just driven her down to the local abortion clinic and waited outside … but it wasn’t the real me in this scenario.
The real me had once loved and had even been married to a shy and lovely woman. I was in college studying business, and she was taking foreign languages; Mandarin. Who studies Chinese? Well, she did and loved it. She was so brainy and fun. Our sex life was adventurous and because of this we forgot to suit up a few times and like Kylie, Ava found herself pregnant. We were having a little girl … my daughter.
She wasn’t planned, but she was wanted, and then the world shit all over me, and they were both gone. I vowed to never love again. I would never put my heart through that again, and yet here I was standing in front of a dumbstruck supermodel who was carrying my child, and I had probably just made the biggest mistake of my life.
“Thank you, Alec,” she finally turned to me and said. “May I please take a shower?”
Well, a shower was a good start. Maybe I’d join her after the food came.
“The food is on its way, perhaps after it arrives, I can soap your back?” My cock hardened just thinking about it.
“Not tonight,” was her quiet response as she trotted off to the bathroom.
This wasn’t going to be good. The food came, and I set it out on the counter. She entered the kitchen wearing fuzzy lounge pants and a V-neck T-shirt that showed her pert little breasts. Her hair was wet but combed and conditioned.
“So, we have quite a smorgasbord here. I wasn’t sure what you wanted. I got a little of everything.” She flashed me a genuine smile, there was some hope.
She glanced over the offerings and picked a kale salad and seared salmon then took a plastic fork, spoon, and knife set in a shrink-wrapped package and waved it in the air.
“I’m going to go to my lair now. See you soon. Thanks for the spread.” Before I had time to dive across the breakfast bar and grab her, she had retreated to her ‘space’, and I realized there was a way to run away from someone even in their own home.
She fit the Beats headphones I bought her onto her ears and fired up the Mac. After a little while, she was snuggled into the chair and giggling to herself watching an old romantic comedy. She was the most adorable thing sitting there giggling with her food cradled in her lap, but she couldn’t have been farther away from me. I took out my phone and snapped a picture without her knowing. I wanted to remember her like that. She was so beautiful.
I felt pretty dejected because she hadn’t chosen to be with me, but she was acclimating, and I promised to give her time. I retreated to my space and my world as if she wasn’t there. When I finally emerged, she was already tucked into bed. I glanced at the sidebar on my computer to read that it was nearly one in the morning. I’d completely lost track of time. She was curled up to the very edge of our bed with her ring neatly placed on the side table.
I took a quick shower, just in case our situation changed, then slipped into bed naked. Though I tried not to wake her, she stirred.
“Am I in the right spot?” she glanced over her shoulder and asked.
“Any spot is right.” I moved in closer.
“Okay, thanks.” She curled closer to the edge and closed her eyes.
Despite her disinterest, my cock flared to life. Just being near her clean scent and the beauty of her body, though fully clothed, I still wanted her badly. So, I teased, hoping to awaken her again.
“I have a little situation here!” I announced wiggling my cock.
“I’m going to sleep, Alec.” She didn’t have to look at me to know what I was doing.
“So, this is all on me?” My heart fell.
“Do whatever you usually do.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“Hard to do with a beautiful woman in my bed,” I grumbled, feeling really irritated.
“Sex is on me, right? I mean, you’ve totally run over the rest of my life, but you’ve left me sex, I still get that? I just want to be clear.” Wow, she was pissed.
“Yep, still your call.” I came back at her. “And as far as running over your life … can you remind me exactly when I asked you to have my child?” I didn’t really mean to say that, but there it was. “Because that’s pretty much gonna run right the fuck over the rest of my life as well.