Page 1 of Pregnant By the Boss

Chapter One

“Fucking perfection.” His voice full of wonder as he thrusts into me, “You and me, Saylor, we’re made for each other.”

My fingernails claw into his shoulders as I hold onto him as he pounds into me harder and harder with each thrust. “God, Everett,” I moan as he spanks me. The sting on my ass is just the right contrast of pleasure and pain.

“Mine, Saylor. Always,” he growls, slapping my ass again. “Repeat it, Saylor.”

“Yours, Everett. I’m yours.”

“Damn straight you are.” His mouth crashes down against mine and his tongue sweeps into my mouth as he continues to thrust into me. He tears his mouth away from me, his breathing hard and heavy. “Mine, every inch of you is mine.”

Hearing him say those words sends me into a frenzy, I thrust back against him harder, as my fingers tangle in his hair, I pull him towards me and kiss him with so much passion I’m barely able to breathe.

My orgasm begins to build and I’m so close. “Please, Everett,” I beg, his eyes flash with lust, he loves watching me come.

“Come for me, Saylor, come all over my cock,” he demands.

I wake with a gasp.Fuck! It was a dream. Dammit. I’m drenched in sweat. Why the hell do I always have to dream about that asshole? Can’t I have vivid dreams about Charlie Hunnam? No, I have to have intense sex dreams about Everett, the man that I gave my heart to one night in Vegas and he broke it within twenty-four hours.

Sitting up, I reach for my hair and push it out of my face. I instantly regret moving as my stomach flips. Once again morning sickness has reared its ugly head and I’m sprinting to the bathroom so I don’t vomit over my floor.

I lift open the toilet seat as I land harshly on my knees, grateful that I made it in time as I empty the contents of my stomach. God, how long is this going to last? It’s been a week and already I’m over it. I’m weaker than I’ve ever been before, I spend most of my mornings on my bathroom floor, and all I want to do is sleep.

I called in to work on Monday and was surprised to find Zara already at work. When I told her that I was sick and wouldn’t be able to come in, I’m pretty sure I heard the glee in her voice. I’ve never called in sick before and I’ve hated doing so. I really thought I’d be back by now but it looks as though today is going to be the same. Just the thought of standing has my stomach flipping and the nausea climbing. Each day since then she’s answered the phone and I can hear the smugness in her voice. Yesterday she told me that she’d take care of Everett, and I wanted to smack her, the way she implied it, as though her and Everett were more than what they are.

When I’m finally able to breathe and the thought of moving doesn’t make me want to vomit, I stand and walk back into my room. My bed looks so comfortable, I’d love nothing more than to climb in and sleep the day away. Instead, I reach for my cell and dial work.

It rings for a while before it’s answered and I’m relieved to hear Maggie’s voice, she works at the main desk. When calls aren’t answered in Everett’s office or other offices in the building they’re diverted to her. She’ll then contact us and we’ll deal with the matter.

“Hey, Maggie.”

“Oh hey, Saylor, you sound awful. You still down with that awful bug?”

“Yeah,” I lie. I’m not ready to tell anyone that I’m pregnant yet. “I was calling Mr Barrett’s office but it seems as though no one’s there. I won’t be able to come in today.”

“You must be real bad, I don’t think I’ve ever known you to have a day off, let alone a week. I’ll let Mr Barrett know when he comes in. I’ll also be sure to mention that it’s past nine and his other secretary hasn’t come in yet.”

I smile at the annoyance in her voice, it’s just Everett that can’t see the real side to Zara.

“Thanks, Maggie. I’ll speak to you soon.”

“You get well, Saylor, we all miss you here. It’s been awful.”

“You mean he’s been awful. I’ve only been gone a week.”

She huffs. “He’s been like a bear, he’s demanding things that Zara should be doing. I’d happily do them if I were paid the amount she was. She’s utterly useless and yet she’s still here. I don’t know how you put up with her, Saylor, I really don’t.”

“It’s hard, but I love my job so I do it.” Sweat starts to bead my forehead as a wave of heat hits me. “Sorry to cut this short, Maggie, but I’ve got to go.”

“Oh dear, go. Get well soon,” she says and I end the call. Throwing my cell onto the bed, I rush to the bathroom.

How on earth am I still throwing up, surely there’s nothing left at this stage?

The last few days, by the time noon comes I’ve been feeling better, a little tired but well enough that I could be at work. I just can’t bring myself to go in, there’s too much at stake.

“Hello?” Cassie’s voice calls out, “Saylor?”

“In here!” I call back, my head stuck in the toilet as I heave.

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