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The orgasm rips through me and he places his hands on my back, bringing my face back up to him. He kisses me, deep and slow, as I shake and buck against him. My fingers fumble for his zipper. When his cock is free, I sink down on its impossible thickness, biting my lip as he groans, tears streaming down my face. I angle my face away from him so he doesn't see.

I bounce on him, fucking him, muffling my moans into my hand in case our guests hear us since some of them are still downstairs and I can faintly hear them.

“Shit, you feel so good, you're so perfect.”

And his voice, his lies caressing my skin make me shatter into a million pieces. He groans into my chest as he releases inside me for the thousandth time. He's panting and I am too. A sob escapes me as the orgasms ripple mercilessly through my body.

“Baby?”

“I-I think I may be pregnant,” I breathe out.

His body freezes. “Are you sure?” He doesn’t sound all that surprised and neither am I, honestly, but there’s still a disbelieving happiness to his words.

“I don't know,” I say.

“Hey.” He holds me close. He stands up and takes us to the bed, cuddling me.

“I could be, I'm not sure,” I sniffle. “I have to check.”

He presses his lips to my forehead. “Do you want me to get you a pregnancy test right now?”

“In the morning. Let’s just sleep,” I say. “I'm… feeling very emotional right now.”

“Anything you want. Anything for you.”

Chapter 19

Alexandra

I wake two hours later at one a.m. Next to me on our bed, Roman is fast asleep in his boxers.

I can't go back to sleep. All I can think about are the words I overheard my husband say. Over and over.

And, also, there's potentially a human growing inside me.

Ababy.

Twenty minutes pass, thirty minutes...

I get up. Put on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He doesn’t wake as I slip out of our room.

Faintly, I hear the voices of our few remaining guests. Some of them are in the process of leaving as I enter the grand foyer.

“Hey, do you think I could get a ride?” I say to a middle-aged couple.

“Mrs. Trent?” the man says. “It's one a.m. Everything okay?”

“Oh, I just want to get some Tylenol,” I say casually. “There’s a gas station at the end of the road. Headaches are a little frequent these days.”

“Ah.” The woman glances at my belly.

Am I really pregnant? I don'tfeelpregnant. I haven’t had any of the usual symptoms.

And if I am, this baby… bringing him or her into a loveless marriage… what would that even look like? Will the baby realize their father doesn't really love their mother? That all she is to him is a “good wife”, and that he is still waiting for the love of his life?

Emotion rises in me like magma in a volcano and I tear up.

“Oh, you poor darling,” the woman says. “We could go and get the Tylenol and bring it back to you?”

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