“Fuck!” Lauren cries at the top of her lungs, her thighs shaking wildly as I continue channeling all of my lust and frustration into fucking her.
Her orgasm, the wild bucking of her hips, only urges me on. I grip her hair, swirling it into a bun to give myself more power, and plunge into her one final time.
I fill her with my hot cum. Our bodies collide in frantic intensity one last time before I pull out, making my cum drip out of her as I exit.
Her body trembles as it collapses onto the couch like a house of cards, breasts rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. She looks even more hauntingly beautiful in this state. Her skin shines with perspiration, and loose brown waves tumble over her shoulders, framing her face in the most perfect way.
But that doesn’t change the fact that this was a mistake.
A one-time-only thing that I needed to get out of my system.
We both had our fun.
It’s time to get back to work.
Which is why “Stop digging or you’ll wish you had,” is all I say before I redress and leave her apartment.
Chapter Nine
Lauren
It’s crazy how quickly time goes by.
It’s been weeks since Nikolai Rogov’s unsolicited visit to my apartment. We haven’t spoken since and I no longer feel his presence looming over me. But I do feel queasy, and I’ve been like that for a few days now.
I stare at the white walls in the doctor’s office as he taps away on the computer.
“It started about a week ago,” I explain, swinging my legs from the table. “It was light at first, but it’s started to get more intense recently.”
The doctor nods and returns to the computer. There’s more typing.
I exhale as I wait and run a slightly frustrated hand through my hair. I’m hoping it’s some sort of virus or a stomach bug, but deep down, something gnaws at me.
Nikolai and I didn’t use protection.
But there’s always a possibility that it could be something else—stress, for example. Ever since Sophia’s wedding, my life hasn’t exactly been stress-free. It takes its toll on you. All I’ve been able to think about since the wedding ceremony is how my bestie is going to be just another victim of the Bratva. And then, there’s Timur. The mystery around Mom’s death. Even if Timur is not directly responsible, there hasto be some sort of connection. Nikolai’s determination to stop me makes that very clear.
The only problem is that I just can’t seem to find anything.
The doctor turns away from the computer to face me. “Have you taken a pregnancy test?”
Shit.
Exactly the question I didn’t want to hear. Hearing those words aloud is freaking me out.
“Um. Should I?”
He shuffles around in his drawer and hands one over to me. “Take one now. You can use the bathroom.”
I stare at it in my hands for a while before heading to the bathroom, analyzing the packaging. Since Mom’s death, I haven’t been trying to control things as much as I used to. I learned my lesson that although the Universe doesn’t always have your best interests at heart, its will tends to be even stronger than mine.
But this?
I just hope and pray that the Universe can give me one line instead of two.
Locking myself into the bathroom, I unpack the stick, follow the instructions, and leave it on the counter to develop.
I stare at myself in the mirror as the seconds count down. Dark shadows hang under my eyes, visible beneath the layer of concealer I applied this morning. It’s not just the sickness that’s been keeping me awake.
