Page 64 of Mister Stark

That felt much better.

My eyes caught something on the vanity over the toilet, and my mind raced. I felt a panic rush through me as I grabbed my unopened box of tampons and stared at it. I couldn’t believe I never even noticed. All my unusual symptoms and now this. I was late for my period and the unopened box was my clear sign.

I always bought a new box for every period because it usually gave me the right amount for each one. Last period, I used the entire box and bought this one for my next cycle. The next one that hadn’t come yet and was overdue.

Oh, my god...

As I walked out of the bathroom, I put the box back in its place and my hands shook. I grabbed my purse, warm jacket for the chilly evening, and left the penthouse. I hurried towards the street and knew exactly where I needed to go to get answers.

My heels clicked along the paved sidewalk as I laid eyes on my destination. It was a short walk away from home and I knew I could make it in time before it closed. I had the strength to get there on my own and the uncertainty would help guide me there.

My anxiety pumped through me as I pulled open the pharmacy door and made my way inside. I never had to look for this before and had no idea where to start. So, I made my way down each long aisle and felt like it took me a lifetime. The need for an answer was what I sought, and time just ticked by while I searched.

I almost caved and asked someone, but refused because I didn’t want anyone to know. I was simply buying it for someone else and not for myself was the lie I’d tell someone if they asked. More lies to pile on top of the rest of this big mess.

I reached an aisle with condoms, lubricants, and pregnancy tests. It was a strange combination to have all together, and the view made me stop to think. Condoms lead to pleasure and lubricants help with pleasure, but pregnancy tests confirm a pregnancy.

Why were they even here?

Who thought this was ever a good idea?

I guess if the condoms fail and the lubricants help move the process along, one would need a pregnancy test. So, someone would need a pregnancy test. But I never would’ve thought to look here, of all places.

I shook my head and quickly picked one up. It didn’t matter which one I chose, because they all did the same thing. They all tested for the pregnancy hormone. I didn’t want to be caught with this in my hands. I needed to get out of here as fast as possible.

I turned around with the test in my hand and placed it behind my back. I took a few steps and stopped. My heart pounded wildly in my chest and felt like it climbed up my throat. I thought I’d choke on it with surprise at who I saw in front of me.

Daxon Stark.

“Celeste? What are you doing here?” He asked me as he came down the aisle and stood in front of me.

I looked at him with shock, and my anxiety ran wild. It pumped through me and took me for a ride. My palms grew sweaty as I held the pregnancy test against my back and kept it out of sight. At least I hoped I did.

I couldn’t believe out of all the people he was here right now. It was late and a last-minute stop for me. He couldn’t possibly have a good reason for being here.

“I-I came here to pick up a prescription for myself.” I stammered out and lied through my teeth.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he stepped forward with concern and I stepped back. “You look a little pale.”

I pulled myself together because I had no other choice. “I’m fine. You just startled me. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Which was the truth and not a boldfaced lie. Unlike all the other ones I told, and it included our recent affair together. Our intimate encounters could’ve landed me here.

“It was a last-minute stop for me.” Daxon admitted.

I grew curious. “Why are you here, Daxon?”

He simply pointed at the lubricant bottles, all neatly lined up on the shelf. The stakes were too high for me to laugh at him. I was impatient and needed to get out of here. I need to get away from him before he figured out the truth.

My heartbeat was so loud it thudded in my ears. The anxiousness of the situation was out of control and I felt beads of sweat produced on my forehead. I was so worried I’d make a slip and I had to keep this a secret. It had to stay hidden from him because he couldn’t figure out I might be pregnant.

I masked the emotions that ran wild inside and put on a fake face of sarcasm. I picked up a lube bottle with my free hand and held it out towards him. He looked down at it and back at me. My idea worked and drew his attention away from the object I hid behind my back.

“So, you’re going to use this to squirt on your latest hook up?” I asked and disguised my secret.

He took the bottle from my hand, stepped closer and looked me straight in the eyes. “No, it’s for me to jerk off while I think of you, princess.”

His admission rang out over top of my wild heart. It slowed, but steadied as the temperature grew hotter between us and the familiar attraction sparked to life. The sweatiness went away and a cool calm ran over me as his breath blew into my face. It took me from eager to turned on in seconds and made me forget why I was here.

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