THIRTY-EIGHT.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT - Reese .


Well, today I was on edge. I was nervous for too many reasons, maybe because today happened to be the day I was going to check the sex of my baby. I wanted to make it a surprise for myself but Regina and my parents were too eager to know.

I woke up as early as six am, and sat lazily on my kitchen island munching some popcorn when the doorbell rang. At first, my instinct thought it was Petra, I already had a long list of what to do to her when she comes here next. I opened the door and to my surprise, it was Luther, my former boss, well my baby papa. I stood there; frozen, shocked and surprised. How did he find me? Was it Petra who told him I was here? A Series of questions were running through my mind.

“Won't you invite me in, Reese ?” He raised a question, his beards were so full, when was the last time this man shaved? They were dark circles beneath his eyes, his body looked more toned and the black tight T-shirts brought out every piece of his muscle, his waist look so thin and well defined that my mouth began to water, his king hair we banded by a rubber band in a low bun just at the nape of his neck, and there stood Luther, my boss and my baby papa.

The only man who made me feel all sorts at just one glance but those were my least of concerns, the way he kept looking from my face to the bump in my stomach had heat running all over my face I shifted my weight from one foot to another, as my brain clouded with how I look like, I was no longer that Reese who wore sleeveless red party dress, not that girl who was always dressed up, I was now a soon to be mother, carrying a child. I moved my huge body from the door to let him in. He stepped into my apartment and looked around like he was in a hospital.

“So, spill,” he ordered after trailing me to the kitchen where to his surprise I continued to munch on my snack without even a glance at him.

“Excuse me, what are you talking about?” I asked, giving him my best clueless face.

“Don't play dumb with me, Reese ,” his voice was so low and threatening that it got me squirming in my seat.

“Why did you disappear for five months? What are you doing in Chicago and whose baby is that?” He pointed at my belly like he couldn't believe it.

“Why I disappeared is not your concern,” I snapped. He was shocked at my sudden outburst. He had it coming. “I am in Chicago because my parents live here and I wish to.” I lamented, sighing at the end of each sentence.

He rubbed his temple, something he does whenever he is frustrated or about to go mad, well I embraced myself for the two, you never can tell what's next with Luther he has one of the worst and flappy mood swings known to earthlings.

“How did you find me?” I pressed. I hid so well I knew Chicago was going to be the last place he would check.

“Surprised, yes? With the look of things you never wanted to be found, Chicago was the last place I would have checked ” he snapped, placing his icy gaze on me.

They burn with so much fury that I began to question if I did the right thing by letting him in without any other person here

“You haven't answered my question, I asked who's baby is that?” he called out again, while I only groaned in response and that seemed to infuriate him.

He strutted towards me and held me firmly on my wrist. “You were fucking me and then doing some shit behind me right, who is the dick that got you pregnant? Who is that dick that you threw out your twenty million dollar cheque for? I thought you were wise and smarter as everyone boasted, you are just like every other woman out there, you whore!” he raged so badly that his arms were already leaving prints where he held me tight. I squirmed in my seat, trying to swallow back my tears so as not to let his words get to me. He just has a special way to make me cry.

“Your hands are hurting me. . . ” I moaned out, trying to jerk my hands off from his tight hold.

“That's just the beginning of what I'm going to do to you, Reese Quinn,” he whispered directly into my ears and bought my ear lobes in the process, making me a stiff moan as wetness pooled on the pant material beneath my feminine region.

“Look, Luther, you have no right to come into my apartment and try to boss me around okay, I call the shots here.” I tried giving him my nonchalant face “What are you doing here Luther?” I sighed, feeling tired and stressed out. Already the day is just starting and I'm already so stressed.

“You left, you broke the deal, you vanished from the surface of the earth I had to look for you,” he gazes solemnly on my abdomen, I watch him grimace.

“I think you should leave, petra is waiting back in Manhattan for you.” I tried to bury my jealousy and anger but my voice came out higher pitched than I wanted.

“So you'd rather tell Petra where you ate than to tell me?” he asked.

I heard a bit of sadness in his voice before it disappeared like it was never there. “Oh, never knew, Petra is now reporting to you.” I rolled my eyes.

“She didn't, my PI tracked her and it led me here. So care to explain,” he pressed further.

I should have known that Luther wasn't going to give up that easily. “Well, she found me first, and Petra being her usual self, it's all madness.” I sighed. My stomach grumbled and pink pitches of embarrassment graced my cheek.

“You are pregnant and haven't eaten. Reese, do you have a death wish?” He scolded me exactly the way my papa would have if he finds out I haven't had anything solid in the last 24 hours.

I heard him grumble under my breath about how he was stuck with a pregnant woman as he made his way towards my stove. “You can just leave yourself to know,” I whispered.

“Not without answers, Reese .” He replied.

“Pancakes are the only thing I know how to make, do you have a mix?” He asked slightly, pouting his lips, it made me chuckle, someone is already doing daddy's duties even without knowing.

I pointed at the cabinet and stared unblinkingly at him as he walked around my little kitchen. Jealousy ripped through me. How can a man be so good looking? He worked effortlessly like a chef until he dropped a plate full of clumps for me to eat as pancakes.

“Ew. . . Are you kidding me? You said you were going to make pancakes. What is this.” I grimaced, it looked overcooked and the batter was not spread well on the pan. I raised my head to look at the man behind this blob of food, he rubbed his neck awkwardly as heat flooded through him, his ears slightly turning pink.

“Look who is embarrassed.” I teased, laughing out without any care in the world.

“Ehm. . . don't eat, I will order you something.” He dragged the plate but I cried out and dug in immediately. I ate hungrily, to our surprise I requested six more pancakes.

After eating, I requested a foot massage. One couldn't blame me. Luther was giving me his good sides and I needed to exploit that. I stretched my legs across his laps and let him work his magic on them. I don't know why I'm doing this, it was hormones right but who cares. His fingers gently pressed my foot in a soothing manner that made me roll my eyes and moan. I felt him tense, his hands continuing to make it towards my chubby thigh. Luther's eyes were full of lust, a look I recognized so well.

His hands made their way to my upper thigh as I realized a breathy moan. I was wearing no underpants so it gave him easy access. His hands find their way to my fold as he gently massages it, stroking and pinching. My heart was beating so fast and I needed him badly at that moment. He eased his face between my legs and began to lick me. I moaned as I pulled him closer, I pulled his hair hard as he groaned on my clit. He used the pillow to support my legs, he placed them under my legs so I could be comfortable. He continued to lick, suck and nibble on my delicate opening, he pushed in two fingers as his tongue made it also. I let out a cry so loud that I'm sure my neighbors might wonder what got into me. He increased his tempo, as pleasure began to build inside me, I butt out as stars clouded my vision.

Soon we were naked, and he gently laid beside me as he took my nipple into his mouth and suck, I have never felt these waves of pleasure at one before, I was on cloud nine as he began to pinch the other nipple as his lips suck the other one, I threw my head back and koan so loud, he was enough, he is everything I could ever ask for at this moment and I was grateful that he is here. Luther laid back in the bed as I sat on him so I could ride us to ecstasy, that was the only position I could feel comfortable in since I was pregnant.

I gently took him in as I heard him groan and mutter profanities like how he has missed my pretty little cunt, I kept on pounding till I got tired and he asked me to get on my fours. I did as I was told as he took me from behind, I moaned into my pillow, and he held both my hands against my spine. He hit hard and firm, I could feel his dick on my throat and my stomach felt like. I missed him, I missed this kind of marathon sex, I missed having him all the time, on the sofa, on the floor, in the bathroom and even in the conference rooms.

My breath became laboured as the pleasure built inside of me, his pounding became hard and firm and I knew he was close too, he increased his tempo and held my hair in a tight fist, our moans and groans filled the room, the room was steamy, the hot smell from sex and sweaty bodies as we reach our climax together. He removed his limp dick as he laid me down properly. And for the first time in nine-month, I slept satisfied.


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