Chapter 6.

Her apartment was a mess. Which was very unusual. Megan Andrews was a lot of things but she was never messy. If anything, she was a complete neat freak.

"What the hell happened in here?"

She murmured. Everything was disorganised. Books not placed back in the bookshelves, things appearing in places they weren't even supposed to be and so much more.

There was a letter that seemed to have been passed below her door and she picked it up and grimaced. Yes. Her rent was due. And her landlord was asking her to find somewhere else to stay in the next two weeks if she didn't pay on time.

Had she missed her rent payment?

She asked herself as she frowned.

How the hell did she miss her rent payment?

There were clothes all over her living room couch and it seemed like she had been in the middle of packing to go somewhere with the half packed suitcase in the hall.

She walked to her room, maybe something in the room would give her a clue to whatever seemed to be going on in her life since everybody around her couldn't offer her proper explanations.

Her room was also in a mild state of disarray, but different.

The floor was strewn with torn pictures and broken glass. Most of them were pictures of her and Nick. It looked like she had taken the album that had the most of their pictures together and tore everything.

The same also happened to every picture of her best friend Camille.

Camille!


Did something happen between them? She asked herself as she stared at the torn photos. Most of them had made it to the bin, the rest had not.

Should she call Camille?

She asked herself but quickly dismissed the idea. Camille had not reached out to her while she was in the hospital, perhaps they had a fallout or something. Either way, she was not ready to deal with Camille's drama. But from what she was seeing, something really serious must have happened to their friendship.

She would definitely deal with it later.

It also seemed like everyone around her was eager to lie about whatever it was that happened to her. She would find out what happened herself. With or without their help.

She walked to the vanity mirror at the side of her room and examined herself. Not much had changed about her looks, her hair looked shinier. But her eyes were baggy, like she was tired and her skin looked a bit pale.

For someone who was supposedly pregnant, she looked slimmer, her clothes felt loose around her body a bit. She raised her grey shirt up slowly, aching to see if there was even the slightest sign that a baby was growing in her belly.

She knew it was way too early to tell. Way too early to even be showing. She still had a couple of months before a real bump appeared.

She was deeply embarrassed for two major reasons. First, she didn't know who the father of her baby was. And secondly, she didn't know it was so easy to lose everything she held there especially when it was her fault.

But there seemed to be one person who could help her remember what she couldn't.

One person who seemed to know more than the others.

Roman Harrington. The tall handsome dude she had seen briefly at the hospital.
Only that he seemed pissed off with her. For some reason she had to figure out.


She picked up her phone and searched for his name, his number automatically popped up along with a string of back and forth messages they had been sending each other.

No, she didn't remember sending him any message, not even the one that had been sent on the day she had the accident.

Most of the text messages mainly consisted of them actively flirting with each other, setting plans making dinner plans and playful banter. It felt like they had a connection together. Although she found it weird that she had been sexting with someone she had barely known for a month.

Roman Harrington picked up his phone on the third ring.

"What?"

He said into the phone and Megan didn't like his tone. How did she even like this guy?

She asked herself as she shook her head wearily.

"Hey! It's Megan."

"Yes, I'm aware of that. What do you want?"

"I need to talk to you. I mean... If there's a possibility you're the father of the baby we should at least talk."

"And I can't remember anything maybe you'll help me remember a few things."

Roman sighed.

"I'm a very busy man Megan. I don't have time for idle chit chat. We can have a DNA test done at the appropriate time."

"I don't care how busy you are. If you helped make this baby then you should at least be helpful enough to tell me what you remember about us."

There was a short silence on the phone and Megan took that as a yes.

"Tomorrow then? What time?"

"I'll come pick you up at ten am."

"Okay. Thank you."

There was only a grunt and he ended the call. How rude?

Megan thought as she threw her phone on the bed.

How did she even ever get attracted to such a man.



Three weeks ago.
Twelfth of April. 9:57pm Sunday.

They had arrived at their Four Season Hotel room tipsy and it was because they had stopped at a bar first. But Roman had been very careful so they wouldn't get drunk.

With the door closed firmly behind them, all sense of caution was thrown into the winds as they both gave into their want from each other ever since their eyes met.

"Don't stop!"

Megan groaned as Roman threw her on the plush bed and helped her out of her clothes. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and bit her neck deliciously.

Megan moaned out of pleasure, the soft desperate sound of her voice only made Roman thirsty for more.

Every kiss had a raw intensity, their breathing was fast, their hearts rate was faster.

Megan hastily helped Roman out if his clothes and in seconds they were both naked and their skin was moving softly together, like the finest of silk. She felt his hand enter from below moving fast, their tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he broke away from the kiss quickly, fumbling for his pants. One hand on her naked body. Megan knew he was probably searching for a condom. A few seconds later she heard the rustling of condom sheet and before she knew it he was back on top of her.

He thrust inside her with force, changing her breathing with every thrust, hearing her moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stopped and kissed from her breasts to her stomach, his hands were feathery light; then he started to lick and using his fingers all at once, watching her reaction, feeling how her legs moved, watching her body writhe in pleasure.

"I'm going to make you beg for it."

Roman whispered huskily and Megan moaned. She couldn't wait anymore, she wanted him back inside her. She grabbed her arm and tried to pull him closer, unable to articulate a response.

In seconds he was on her again, fucking her harder, just long enough to intoxicate her mind before stopping again and then going back full force.

Roman could feel himself nearing his release, closer and closer as he started swearing loudly.

His thrusts increased and Megan began to thrash underneath him, matching his every of his energy with hers powerfully, till he reached his climax and gave one more powerful stroke before collapsing to the side of the bed.

Megan smiled at him, breathing just as heavy as he was. They laid in the bed together for a while, watching the ceiling and listening to the soft music playing in the background.

"So? Was that a good enough distraction for you?"

Roman asked and Megan shrugged.

"Well... You could certainly do better. But I believe we're on to a promising start."

Roman chuckled as he stood up from the bed.

"Good. Then we have all night to distract each other."

He said as he walked up to the table where a bottle of champagne and dinner had been laid down for them. It was inside a bucket of already melting ice.

Megan thought as she eyed it suspiciously and the dinner that had been laid down for them. She wasn't particularly hungry at the moment.

Not that she cared that she would be eating cold food though, being in the company of a man like Roman was so much better.

She still felt a twinge of sadness knowing that it was supposed to be her and Nick's anniversary. Their second anniversary. But he had managed to find a way to ruin that too didn't he?

Ugh! If only she hadn't paid for the ridiculously expensive hotel room. She had gone a little overboard with the planning.

Roman of course had insisted on paying her back for her troubles and the money she had spent but she refused. She didn't want to feel like he had to do it.

She didn't want him to either. He was just going to be a fling, nothing more than that.

Roman came back from the bathroom naked. Just as he had gone and Megan admired his beautiful powerful body.

Oh he was perfect! Every woman's wet dream. It almost felt sinful for him to look so good.

He saw her watching and smirked.

"You're staring!"

"I like what I see."

Megan said as she shrugged.

Roman made no comment as he picked up their bottle of champagne and two flute glasses.

But she really wasn't feeling up for champagne at the moment. She had her eyes set on another kind of dinner.

"Should I pour you a glass?"

He asked politely and she bit her lip shyly.

"Yea. sure."

Roman stopped and raised his eyebrows.

"I'm getting the feeling that you're in the mood for something else."

His tone was dangerously low and ridiculously sexy.

"Yes. You're totally right."

She murmured as she crawled towards him.

"All I want is you."