Page 21 of Surprise Pregnancy for Villain

The professor announces that our time is up, and the model gets dressed, his flaccid penis once again hidden. We hand in our work, and I move to the washroom to scrub the dirt and paint from my hands. As I head back to the classroom to get my bag, I see the model standing in the hallway, his phone pressed to his ear. It’s weird seeing him fully dressed. That pair of loose jeans look so out of place on him.

“Of course, baby,” he’s saying to someone on the other end of the line. “I’ll be home before you know it.”

He laughs at their response. “And yes, I’ll bring the honey and whipped cream.”

As me and my blushing face step into the classroom, I hear him say, “I love you too.”

I envy him for that love. I’m jealous that he’s going home to a girlfriend, pay in hand, to fuck her silly inside their cool little loft apartment somewhere. He’s so lucky to have someone.

I want so badly to fall in love like that. To find the man of my dreams and hole up in a cozy little love nest for days on end, with nothing to do but make sweet love to each other. I sigh, thinking how wonderful that would be and knowing I may never have it. I pack away my drawing tools and head to my next class, where I pine over this beautiful love story that will never be mine, thinking about it all through lunch, my afternoon class and all the way to the pick-up point.

Late day clouds drift across the sky as I cross the lawn. I sling my backpack over one shoulder and hurry to the pick-up point. The black limo lies in wait under the pedway, looking so like a predator that I’m tempted to turn tail and run. Like a good soldier, though, I march toward it, resigning myself to the inevitable. Frustrated and heartsick over my life, I don’t wait for Vito to open my door. I pull the passenger door open and duck inside, closing off the outside world that I wish so desperately to be part of.

The limo pulls away from the curb, and I close my eyes, hoping to re-enact my pleasant dream of earlier. For now, my mind is the only place I can escape to. I dream of the cozy loft apartment or maybe a mountain cabin, where my lover and I hide away from it all. Away from prying eyes, from family, from crime and corruption.

I imagine him peeling off these jeans, coaxing me out of my lace panties, touching me down there. Rubbing my clit, just like I do it. Just how I love it. His hands roam everywhere, teasing, stroking, squeezing—

I’m torn from my daydream as the limo comes to a sudden stop. We’re nowhere near home yet; maybe Vito has some engine trouble. Or maybe a seagull just crapped on his shiny hood, and he feels compelled to jump out and wipe it off. That would be just like him; the man spends hours polishing this beast. I fold my arms and wait.

Suddenly, my door gets wrenched open.

“What’s the problem…” I start to say, when a masked figure blocks the opening and lunges toward me. Something is pressed to my face, and I can’t see a thing. It feels soft, like a bath towel, but it’s cold and wet and smells like alcohol. I panic and claw at it with my hands, but he holds it firmly in place. I gasp for air, but inhale nothing but the sickening fumes. And just like that night in the club, my world again goes dark.

Chapter Ten

Ezio

On the outside, I remain as stone cold as ever, though my heart is pounding like a triphammer as I speed out of the city. It probably won’t take them long to find their missing Rolls Royce Phantom limo in the industrial district nor the dead body of the Borelli driver that’s stuffed in the trunk. What they won’t find is its passenger, who now lies unconscious on my back seat.

Regrettable that my second meeting with Nicki involved knocking her out with a Rossi ‘cocktail’ – a family recipe for a crude but effective liquid anesthetic, but certain measures had to be taken. I’d been circling the campus since dawn when I finally spotted her being dropped off under the pedway near the Fine Arts building entrance. I watched for the car’s return for hours and eventually got lucky. At 3:45pm, it rolled up to the same entrance. All I had to do was eliminate the chauffeur and grab my target.

I glance at her motionless body in my rear-view mirror. She looks so small and delicate lying there, her dark hair falling across her face, her eyes closed as if in peaceful slumber. We’re still about forty minutes away from the place I rented last night, but even if she does wake, she’ll be far too weak and groggy to make any kind of escape.

Soon, I see the turnoff from the highway and take it, continuing on an unpaved road that leads into the forested hills to the north. The lakes, forest and hiking trails in the area attract outdoor-loving vacationers during the summer but are mostly deserted for the rest of the year. We’re not likely to encounter any curious neighbors.

It’s full dusk by the time I reach the property, a chalet-style log cabin set well back from the road and thickly surrounded by pine and spruce. It’s almost completely hidden from view, and if it snows anytime soon, the place will be nearly impossible to find. I don’t know how long we’ll be here. I haven’t thought farther ahead than the three month’s rent I’ve paid in advance. For now, just getting the girl out of sight and out of Stefano’s clutches is paramount.

Just the thought of them carrying out their threats makes me sick. Nicki and I can never be together. Our conflicting families make that impossible now. Yet, I’ll do everything in my power to ensure that she’s kept safe and sound.

When the smoke clears, and when I’m certain my family has given up on searching for her, I’ll consider my next move. Maybe then, I’ll return her to the Borellis.

Maybe.

I unlock the cabin and step inside to turn on a few lights before I try taking Nicki out of the car. The electricity seems to be working fine, but the place is damn fucking cold; the heat’s obviously been off for quite some time. I quickly check the bedroom and find extra blankets on a closet shelf. I lay them on the wooden-framed double bed that’s already made up with a checkered wool spread and hurry back to the car.

When I open the rear door, Nicki stirs. She moans a little and turns her head side to side. I pull her petite body toward me and lift her out. She makes a grunting noise as I hoist her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, but her arms and legs are still limp as a ragdoll’s. Even in this position, I can’t ignore my body’s response to our touching. It awakens from a deep slumber, lighting a spark in my belly.

Trouble, I know.

I keep reminding myself that Nicki is now off limits as I make my way up the driveway.

Despite her curvy shape, she doesn’t weigh much, so I carry her inside and to the bedroom with little effort.

I lay her on the checkered bed. She seems to have slipped back into unconsciousness. So much the better; I can tie her hands and feet without her fighting me. I don’t want to fetter her like an animal, but it’s a good bet she’ll try to escape first thing upon awakening. I’ll untie her once I’m sure she won’t run away.

The securing done, I cover her and step away toward the door. I look at her lying there, small and helpless beneath the smothering weight of the blankets, her dark head nestled on the rumpled pillow at the head of the bed. Something shifts inside me, an unfamiliar feeling that tempts me to move forward and stroke her cheek. Giving into temptation means opening the door for way more than a touch. God knows I want to do more than just touch her.

Now that my adrenaline level has lowered, the enormity of what I’ve done starts to sink in to take its place. Though they don’t know it yet, I’ve betrayed my family. There’s no coming back from the path I’ve just chosen.Factum est quod factum est. What’s done cannot be undone.

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