Page 111 of Sinful Lies

That knowledge gives me hope that tonight won’t be any different.

I lay my skater style dress out on my bed along with the underwear. Checking the time on my phone, I realize that Dimitri will be home in forty-five minutes, so I head into my bathroom and turn on the shower.

As the water starts to heat up, filling the room with steam, I set my phone down on the counter in case Dimitri calls to say he’s running late. I don’t want the food to be ruined, but if we end up having to eat it cold, then so be it.

I hope he’ll appreciate the effort just the same.

I quickly shrug out of my leggings and tank top and step under the rainfall shower. My body is a bundle of nerves, and I hope a hot shower will help to ease some of the tension in my muscles.

I just want tonight to go well and for Dimitri and me to be able to celebrate this news. The thought of losing him when I’ve barely had a chance to have him has my stomach sinking.

It seems I’m falling harder and harder for him with each day that passes, no matter how hard I try to fight it.

But if he decides this is all too much, then I have to respect his wishes.

I don’t want to be the one to hold him back if he wants to walk away, no matter how much it would hurt to let him go.

Raising a child alone will be hard, but my family issupportive, and I have good friends. I won’t be entirely alone, but it’s not the life I would choose for my child.

I can only hope that Dimitri feels the same.

I reach for my peach and vanilla body wash as I know the scent drives Dimitri wild, and lather up my body, sighing as the sweet smell fills my nose.

My eyes flutter closed for a moment as I gently wash my skin, my mind wandering to thoughts of Dimitri coming home and being so overjoyed by the news of the pregnancy that he takes me right there and then on the table, lifting my dress up around my waist and bending me over to take me from behind.

A soft moan escapes my lips at the thought of the feral hunger that flashes in his eyes when he can barely contain his need for me.

I’ve missed the deep grunts he makes as he pounds into me, and to know that I’m the one bringing him such pleasure has me rubbing my thighs together as a dull ache starts to build.

“Stupid pregnancy hormones.” I let the water wash away the last of the bubbles.

My phone dings, and I whirl around at the sound, hoping it’s not Dimitri saying he’ll be home late.

Instead, I find Dimitri standing in the doorway to my bathroom, glancing down at my phone screen, his mouth pressed into a thin line.

“Dimitri,” I exhale, holding my hand to my heart as it races in my chest. “You scared the crap out of me.”

I must have been so lost in my own dirty daydream that I didn’t register the sounds of his footsteps approaching.

I bite my lip, wondering if he caught sight of the lingerie laid out on my bed and decided to get a head start on the evening by joining me in the shower.

But Dimitri doesn’t move. It’s as if he’s fallen into a trance, his eyes still fixed on my phone long after the screen has turned black.

“What’s wrong?” I switch off the shower. “Dimitri?”

His body has turned rigid, a deep crease forming between his eyebrows as he reaches out to tap my phone screen to light it back up.

I reach for my towel off the rail and wrap it around my dripping wet body as I step out of the shower onto the cold tiles.

“Dimitri?”

“What’s this?” He picks up my phone, holding it out to me.

I glance at his face, at the hard set of his jaw and the lack of warmth in his eyes.

What the hell is going on?

But then my eyes flick to the phone screen, and my stomach sinks at the sight of the calendar alert for my ultrasound appointment.

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