Page 55 of Cruel Alpha Bully

Through the explosions within my own body, I feel Bae’s huge, thick cock pumping as he comes deep inside me.

I love it when we come at the same time.

Bae pulls out slowly, panting as he steps back. When I pick myself up, he hands me a clean towel from a nearby rack so I can clean myself up.

“Well,” he says. “Thanks for lunch.”

“My pleasure,” I reply, my voice soft. “Any time.”

He kisses me, and I go before we can get started again. I know if we stay together much longer, we definitely will. We got lucky getting away with it the first time.

Our hunger for each other only seems to be growing. The more we have of each other, the more we want.

In the evenings, we spend pretty much the whole time in bed, with a brief pause for dinner and some piano. In the mornings, we usually end up late for work, and I have to promise myself not to visit him for lunch anymore.

A few days later, my high takes a blow when I realize my period is late.

I buy a test in the morning and hide it in my bag until lunch. I don’t want to do it at home in case Bae finds out. I don’t want him to know, not yet.

I don’t even know how I feel about this!

Excited, yes. Terrified, absolutely.

On my lunch break, I hide in the staff bathroom and pee on the stick. I set it on the sink and wait, not knowing if the feeling inside me is leaning towards joy or fear.

Finally, after two agonizingly long minutes, I look at the stick.

It’s blue. I’m pregnant.

Before I can even begin to process the thought, someone bangs on the door, and I jump so high I worry I’m going to literally hit the roof.

“You in there, Gina? A friend of yours is here.”

“Yes—ah—yeah, Martin. I’m in here. I’ll be just a minute.”

My heart is hammering as I pick up the little stick and stare at it. Feeling dizzy, I realize I’m holding my breath and have to remind myself to breathe. I have no idea what to do.

After a couple of seconds, I wrap everything up in paper towel and thrust it deep into the bin. I wash up and check myself in the mirror before I leave.

I wonder who’s dropping in on me… hopefully, it’s someone I can confide in.

My heart jolts in my chest when I see it’s Jill. I can’t manage a smile, not even a fake one. Not for her.

“Gina!” she says brightly. “I thought I’d take you out for a coffee. What do you say?”

“Sure,” I answer, wishing it was Veronica, or Tara, or literally anyone else. Even if I’m not ready to talk about the pregnancy, I’m really not in the mood for a bit of fake politeness right now.

We go to the nearest coffee shop, and I attempt to be pleasant. After a few minutes of talking about random news, Jill finally leans in and narrows her eyes.

Here we go, the reason for her visit. What does the treacherous bitch want now?

“So, Gina, I’ve been thinking.”

Did it hurt? I ask mentally.

“Yes, Jill, what have you been thinking about?”

“You and Bailey, of course. You know, there was a lot of talk in the pack about those fights you had.”

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