Chapter 610 Kingsley, You Made Me Take Birth Control!
Kingsley's voice had this magnetic pull in the chilly evening air, especially since they used to be a thing.
But Amara wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. She quietly shut the bedroom door and whispered, "You know, don't you?"
"Know what?" he shot back.
Amara didn't want to spell it out, and they just remained silent for what felt like forever.
Finally, Kingsley broke the silence. "You wanna talk about Jesse? Then come over! I'm at the apartment."
His tone was so flat that Amara couldn't read him at all, yet she really didn't want to go to that apartment.
As soon as she said no, Kingsley hung up. "Then we'll talk next time."
Amara stared at her phone, biting her lip hard.
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window at the fading light. It was freezing outside, but she had this fire inside her that just wouldn't go out.
Just then, her phone buzzed. It was a Facebook friend request from Kingsley.
Amara stared at it for a long time before finally hitting accept.
After adding him, Kingsley didn't send any messages. After a tense ten minutes, she called him again, "Kingsley, let's talk."
"I'll be waiting!"
Grabbing her car keys, Amara headed out. Hailey looked surprised. "Amara, where are you going? Dinner's almost ready."
Amara made up an excuse. "I forgot a document at the office. Gotta go get it."
Hailey kept nagging her to take it easy and look after her health.
Amara gave a faint smile.
She didn't want to drag Hailey and Jesse into her mess with Kingsley, so she kept quiet about it. When she got into the car, she gripped the steering wheel, lost in thought for a moment before driving off.
Amara arrived at the building. She stood in front of the penthouse door, adjusted her coat, and rang the doorbell.
Kingsley opened the door.
It was freezing outside, but the apartment was toasty. He was just in a white shirt, his handsome face looking mature and captivating with those deep eyes.
Kingsley looked her up and down. She was in a dark turtleneck coat, probably with a dress underneath, and her legs were wrapped in black stockings. Her long hair was tied up, and her makeup was flawless. She looked stunning.
But Kingsley frowned. "Don't you have any pants?"
Amara's face was a bit pale; she still hadn't fully recovered from her last cold. She said softly, "I didn't come here to talk about my outfit! This has nothing to do with you."
Her words cut deep.
Kingsley just stared at her for a moment, then stepped aside to let her in. As Amara bent down to change her shoes, he closed the door with one hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, pinning her against the door.
Her hair fell loose.
The vibe got a lot more intense.
But Kingsley wasn't done. He held her with one hand and started unbuttoning her coat with the other, revealing her slender, enticing figure.
Amara's body was pressed against the door, her breathing heavy. She glared at him. "Are you gonna pay me for sex again?"
Kingsley ignored her jab.
He tossed her coat aside, gently caressing her waist, and whispered in her ear, "How can it have nothing to do with me? If it didn't, how did you end up with my child?"
Amara's eyes filled with tears. He was such a jerk!
Before she could push him away, Kingsley lifted her up and carried her straight to the guest room—the place where they last hooked up.
He pressed her into the soft bed.
"Kingsley, what are you doing?"
Amara pushed against his shoulder, crying out, but she couldn't stop him.
Kingsley held her and kissed her, unable to resist even though he knew it wasn't the right time. He knew how to make her give in. Minutes later, Amara went from struggling to clinging to his neck, her kisses now different, making him kiss her over and over.
Finally, Kingsley lifted his face, his blue eyes locked on her flushed face.
"Kingsley," Amara murmured, seemingly upset that he had stopped. Her slightly parted red lips were too much for Kingsley to handle.
He couldn't help but lower his head, wanting to kiss her again.
A slap landed on his handsome face.
Amara snapped out of it, both ashamed and angry, grabbing the sheet to cover herself. "Kingsley, you bastard!"
Kingsley's gaze was unreadable.
He touched his face and then said slowly, "Never thought I'd be slapped, let alone a woman! Amara, how many times have you hit me?"
Amara wanted to speak but was pressed down by him again.
Their position was really compromising, and he didn't block or avoid it.
Amara couldn't stand it and turned her face away.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her voice trembling, both soft and alluring. "I came to discuss serious matters with you."
Kingsley reached out and grabbed a piece of paper.
Amara glanced at it, slightly stunned.
Kingsley pressed his body against hers, fitting together perfectly, and whispered in her ear, "You took birth control pills, so how did you end up with Jesse?"
Amara kept staring at the paper.
After a moment, she snapped back to reality and understood his questioning.
She shoved him away, tearing the paper into pieces, her voice cold. "Yeah, I schemed. I skipped the birth control pills and kept the child to claim the Hawkins Family's fortune years later and ruin your happiness. Is that answer good enough for you?"
Then she got out of bed and tried to run out. Tonight, they were really not suited to continue talking. But she had only taken a few steps before he grabbed her back and threw her onto the soft bed. It was clear he intended to interrogate her here tonight.
Amara thought he was a pervert.
She kicked him, but he grabbed her leg and twisted it painfully, making Amara almost cry out.
Kingsley didn't feel sorry for her at all.
He leaned close to her face, staring into her tear-filled eyes, and sneered. "Still so stubborn!"
Amara's eyes were red, her lips trembling as she continued to be defiant. "Mr. Hawkins isn't any better!"
Kingsley stared at her. He always seemed rational, but he was also prone to impulsiveness. Right now, they should be discussing Jesse and future arrangements, but all he wanted was to hold Amara, kiss her, and even make love to her.
He gently caressed her red lips, his voice hoarse. "I've missed you all these years."
Amara could tell he wanted to make love to her. She turned her face away in anger. "Is this why you called me here?"
Seeing that she was angry, Kingsley knew he couldn't continue, but he couldn't help but whisper in her ear, "I've missed it. Will you let me make love to you?"
They were both adults, and they had made love many times before.
He genuinely wanted to make love!
But Amara thought of Hannah, who had claimed to be his girlfriend several times when they met. Now he was making such a request to her, and she felt a bit disgusted.
She looked up at him, very calmly asking, "Can't Hannah satisfy you? Is that why Mr. Hawkins is so desperate?"
Kingsley chuckled lightly. "Jealous?"
Despite his words, he let her go.
He got up, waiting for Amara to get off the bed. They had rolled around on the bed several times, yet their clothes were still intact.
Amara's hands were trembling as she adjusted her stockings.
Kingsley's gaze was somewhat focused.
Once she was done, he stood up. "Let's eat first! I made a table full of your favorite dishes."
Amara immediately refused. "No need! I'll leave after we talk."
She pulled a bankbook from her purse. It held exactly $100,000 from him to Hailey.
Kingsley looked at the bank card she pushed over, casually flipping it and asking, "My own child doesn't even have the right to spend money? Then bring him to the Hawkins Mansion, and I'll take care of him myself."
Amara's fingers tightened. "Kingsley, what exactly do you want?"
Kingsley added food to her plate. "I'll tell you after you eat!"
Amara glared at him.
Seeing her not moving, Kingsley simply took out his phone and called Rebecca, "Have the company's legal team prepare..."
She knocked his phone onto the dining table and saw it wasn't even on a call.
He was bluffing, and Amara was so angry her face flushed, but Kingsley just chuckled lightly, his long finger gently scraping her nose. "You never used to get this angry! Since you walked in, how many times have you been mad?"
Amara slapped his hand away. "Mr. Hawkins, please behave yourself."
Kingsley leisurely drank his soup, finishing half of it before suddenly looking up and laughing lightly. "When I kissed you earlier, you didn't seem to mind. Why didn't you ask me to behave then?"
Amara couldn't take it anymore. Just as she was about to leave again, Kingsley's tone turned stern. "Sit down and eat! We'll talk after you eat."
Amara glared at him for a long time, but in the end, she gave in. Jesse was her most precious treasure, and she didn't dare to offend the powerful Kingsley lightly.
Kingsley seemed satisfied.
They ate in silence. Amara had no appetite and only took a few bites before stopping. He looked at her. "No wonder you're so skinny, you hardly eat anything!"
He personally served her a bowl of soup. "This will do you good."
Amara looked at his unpredictable behavior, and finally couldn't hold back her outburst. "Kingsley, what do you want? If it weren't for the problem with the birth control pills back then, we wouldn't have had a child. By the time I found out, I was already four months along and could feel the baby moving."
Kingsley gently put down his utensils.
He asked softly, "If you had found out earlier, you wouldn't have kept him, right?"
Amara's eyes reddened.
After a long while, she spoke softly, "With your high status, you must have forgotten! You didn't want the child and made me take birth control pills."
Kingsley was silent for a moment.
He asked her, "So are you going to hold a grudge against me for the rest of your life?"
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