THIRTY-NINE.

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE - Reese .




I woke up snuggled against something hard but extremely comfortable. I woke up in bed. I sat confused till I turned to my right and behold it was Luther in his naked glory. Everything that happened three hours ago came crashing down on me. I had sex. Not just sex I made love to Luther, someone I promised not to see again or even have anything to do with, how could I do it, tears rolled down my face as I felt a kind of shame washed over me.

I dragged the duvet to my chest to hide my remaining dignity I felt him stir, I took the duvet and went into the bathroom I slammed the door shut I heard him wince before I slid down on the cold floor, my tears blinding my visions, the room was filled with my hiccups, I cried for disappointing myself again because it seems I couldn't let go. My emotions towards Luther were the most confusing thing that has ever happened to me, one minute I'm drooling over him, and the next I want him out of my sight. Wanting him and not at the same damn time. It's exhausting, I couldn't seem to help myself around him. He needs to go. His coming into my life brought more harm than good. Then there was Petra who wanted me more than I did. I just needed him out.

“Are you okay there?” his grumpy voice sent shivers through my spine.

Why is he acting as if he cares? I hated him so much for putting me through all these, I don't hate my baby but I hate the father, the hormones, the mood swings and every other thing. A scream tore out of my lips making Luther bang the door harder.

“Get the hell away from me, get out of my house!” I yelled, wiping my eyes against my wrist. I'm sure he heard the hatred dripping from my voice because he was silent for a few moments before he couldn't respond like he wasn't responsible for all these happening to me.

“I told you hours ago, and I'm still telling you now, I won't leave Chicago without answers, I can die in there for all I care,” my breath was coming out labored I was panting like a banshee, so angry at him but more to myself. Why did I let him in, in the first instance? I heard his footsteps fade towards the hall. I yanked the door open who gave him the right to make him feel homely in my apartment

“Luther,” I roared. He didn't even flinch, he sat on my sofa with the remote control in his hands. I snatched the remote and he picked something else “Out of my house before I call the police.'' I threatened. He wasn't even fazed, he just sat there looking at me like a piece of cake.

“Firstly, you need to stop shouting, my ears hurt from your moans and cries hours ago. So baby daddy didn't know how to fuck you the way I did right,” he smirked. My face turned red with rage and embarrassment. I was breathing heavily trying to calm my racing heart down before I'm being arrested for murder. “So, I did it better, acknowledged. Then why do you have to whore around? I gave you everything, a nice dick, money and even gift items. But what do I say once a whore is always a whore, I'm beginning to think you seduced David.” he explained.

My jaw dropped, alongside my stomach and heart. “What?” I whispered my voice barely audible.

“Stop with this innocent look and all you carry around to have people wrapped around your little finger, I'm not comfortable in this hell hole you call an apartment, give me answers and I will leave now,” he deadpanned.

“I want to know who in the whole of this state dares to fuck the woman I visit for leisure and to while away time. I want to know who dared get you pregnant without my consent, I want to know where you two did it.” He inquired. I just stood frozen staring at him. “Wait, is he someone I know? Like someone from the office, back in Manhattan or those men at the brothel you used to keep!” He yelled, making me flinch.

His eyes were red with fury, mine were glazed with tears, heartbroken and shattered into pieces.

“Speak,” he ordered. “Oh, you suddenly don't know what to say? You are suddenly so quiet. Was this how you kept quiet when you let him fuck you? Did you moan and cry for me the way you did with me? Wait, did he lick you? Who does it best? I'm sure at a point his dick slips out, you gently slide it in right!” He said with rage, his first meeting the wall behind me as he pinned me to it. Making no room for my escape.

I was already crying, shocked and confused. I have never seen this version of Luther before.

“Speak!” he roared, his hands rubbing my stomach and for the first time I felt it. I knew Luther did too because the lines appeared on his forehead. My baby kicked.

Luther rubbed it again and it happened again, this time with lots of force. I held tightly unto his arm for support as I felt dizzy

“Was this how you held his arms as he hit you from behind? Did you ride him to cloud nine the way we always do wait? Did you lick him with this pretty little mouth of yours?” He asked, before I could blink he slammed his lips against mine hard. The kiss was rough, it showed my emotion and how angry Luther was.

I felt the taste of blood in my mouth. Luther pinned me to the wall, his one hand supporting my belle as he continued to explore my mouth harshly for answers. He left me breathless as he paced around my living room. I was still feeling dizzy. I held onto the rail for support.

“Lastly, Reese , did he pay you? Was it another contract? He paid you more than twenty million dollars right, he was worth carrying a child for and disappearing to hide your shame and sinful act,” he screeched.

And that was all it takes for my palm to kiss his cheeks, he hissed silently at the contact. “How dare you, Luther, how fucking dare you!” I roared, my vision was clouded with stars. I rubbed my temple, I felt a different kind of sensation in my head. I held my head with both hands. I heard someone call my name from afar before I gave it into blankness.

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