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  “Not to eat, but to show my gratitude for such a wonderful evening, I would like to invite you up to my room for a nightcap,” she said in a rush.

  “I’d love to, but maybe my room would be better?” he suggested, hoping her invitation was not for a nightcap, but for a night of exquisite lovemaking. He wasn’t sure when it came to reading her. One minute she was a master flirt, the next she seemed innocent. He had a feeling she had no idea what she was doing.

  “Yes,” she said, getting up and walked out the room.

  She didn’t look to see if he followed her or she may lose her nerve. He met her at the elevators and pulled her into the private elevator that was off limits to guests.

  “What are you doing? If we get caught, I don’t think management would be too happy with us,” she said.

  “I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said devilishly.

  She giggled, and the restraint she had seen at dinner seem to snap. He pulled her towards him, lifted her chin and captured her mouth with his. A bolt of lightning, that’s what it felt like when his lips first touched hers. He deepened their kiss, and she parted her lips for him.

  Her purse fell to the ground, and she melted into him with a sigh of relief. She trembled in his arms as their tongues danced together. He legs felt like jelly. She would have fallen in a heap at his feet if he hadn’t tightened his arms around her. It seems as if every cell in her body came alive at his every touch. He brain was beginning to fog up, and she couldn’t think of anything beyond what he was doing to her.

  She lost every control she had over her body. She whimper in protest when he broke their kiss. She looked at him confused. As he picked up her purse the elevator doors opened, she blinked. She forgot where they were. He took her hand and led her to his room. Everything after that was a haze. She remembered the frantic undressing the way his body felt hard against hers as he lifted her into his arms, mouth locked with hers. He laid her on the bed and then joined her.

  She hardly had time to explore his body, to extend their foreplay. They were both too hot for each other that they moved at speed.

  “The second time would be much slower and more sensual,” he promised. “Right now, I just want to be buried deep inside you.”

  She nodded because she wanted that too.

  The touch of his lips on her naked body sent shivers down her spine. She moaned, arching her back as his warm breath tickled the tip of her right nipple before taking it into his moist mouth, sucking on it ever so gently. She was burning up inside. Never in her wildest dreams, had she ever felt such an explosive sensation. It was as if a volcano were about to erupt inside of her. It was a new experience for her, as was the moisture forming between her thighs. She was burning and needed him to feed the fire.

  “Please,” she begged, her voice raspy and her breathing fast not knowing if it were for him to stop or to carry on.

  “Please what sweetheart, please more, please stop?” he teased.

  She watches as he trail kisses down her flat stomach until he reached the apex of her womanhood. He parted her legs, and she moaned in hunger’ it seems to arouse him more from the way his pupils dilate. She watched his every move, from the way he stroke the back of her knees, moving slowly up to her inner thighs before he pressed soft kisses mere inches from her intimate spot. He pauses, and then blew on her clitoris and looked at her as if he needed her to give directives. She didn’t keep him waiting.

  “More. Please don’t stop,” she greedily begged.

  He dipped his head and flicked his tongue against her clit, licking then sucking. He inserted one, then two fingers into her wet core. Miah shuddered at the sweet agony and felt her world moved. She reached her peak and climax. He cupped her butt cheeks in both his hands and pulled her closer drinking in all of her.

  She wondered what she tasted like, what he thought she tasted like. He seemed to enjoy doing wicked things to her with his mouth from the way he was devouring her. She wanted to kiss him to find out for herself but thought he might think she was weird.

  He paused to put a condom on and in one swift movement, he was over her. She looked into his eyes, wondering what he saw when he looked into hers. She felt flushed from her climax. Beads of perspiration dampened her skin making her feel like she was glowing. Was this what people meant when they spoke about sexual glow?

  Her lips felt swollen from his kisses. He pulled her hips closer to him kissing her slow and sensual. With one swift thrust, his body was joined to hers. She was surprised at the pain of his entry into her body but was more surprised by the look on his face. He froze and was looking at her in astonishment. The emotions that played across his face were hard to read.

  “You are a virgin,” he said in a harsh voice. It wasn’t a question, but more of an accusation.

  Feeling uncomfortable suddenly, Miah shifted under him. She couldn’t look him in the eye.

  “Don’t--move,” he gritted painfully.

  “But—”

  “Not. Another. Movement,” he said through clenched teeth.

  “Why don’t—”

  “For Christ’s sake Lucy, as pissed as I am with you, I don’t want to add to your discomfort,” he said tightly.

  “Why are you upset?” she asked innocently moving her hips, uncomfortable with the way he was now looking at her.

  “Damn you to hell,” he replied, grabbing her hips and thrusting forward, taking them both to ecstasy. After a minute, he rolled off her and sat up, his back to her.

  “You should have told me before we got any further,” he said, shaking his head as if he had just made a big mistake.

  “Would it have mattered?” she asked, still genuinely confused.

  “Yes, it would have. I do not do happily ever after nor do I play around with virgins either. I had a right to know, dammit!”

  Miah winced at the anger in his voice. “I am sorry if you thought that, but it was my decision to make. How dare you assume I want happily ever after with you,” she said, pulling the covers closer to her.

  A glass of wine and a couple of sweet words and here she was in what looked like the beginning of a major regrettable one-night stand. How could she have been attracted to him? The things he made her feel, the things she fantasized doing to him had both surprised and delighted her. Now she wasn’t so sure if she made the right decision.

  “Don’t all women want fairytales and white picket fences? What twenty-five-year-old is still a virgin in this day and age? Was it a coincidence you decided I was the one to deflower you?” he asked with contempt.

  “Don’t flatter yourself. You were just an amusement to scratch an itch,” she lied.

  The look he gave her made her feel as if he wanted to hit something or someone. She was certain that someone was her. Thank god there was no way he would find out her true age. She cringed at that thought, at the lie she had told that led to this. She wasn’t twenty-five she was nineteen, almost twenty, and her name wasn’t Lucy either.

  If anyone had told her, she would be spending the first week of her summer break in bed with a gorgeous Adonis, she would have laughed at them. She wasn’t the one-night stand kind of girl, nor was she even anyone’s kind of girl. She was especially not, his kind of girl. From the looks he had gotten from other women at dinner, she would bet her last dollar the women he normally dated were either models or heiresses.

  “Everyone makes mistakes,” she murmured softly, not caring if he heard her.

  She watched as he marched across the room to the television stand, shoulders and spine stiff. He looked like a graceful panther stalking its prey. She wanted to laugh at the irony. He pulled the top drawer of the T.V stand out with such force; it flew across the room. She jumped as it crashed against the wall. Was he really upset about her being a virgin? She thought men enjoyed knowing they were the one to introduce a girl to sex. Still holding the sheet against her, she looked around the room for her clothes, keeping him in her peripheral vision.

  She was aware of e
ach move he made because her body tightened in excitement with each step he took closer to her. “Traitor,” she murmured softly. Apparently, her body didn’t care about what was happening only how he made her feel. He picked up what looked to be a book and walked to the desk in the room. Locating her dress, she grabbed it and dashed for the bathroom, slamming the door, making sure it was close from the inside.

  She stared at the disheveled person looking back at her in the mirror in disbelief. Her eyes were glassy. Her curly hair was a riot. Her oval face was flush, but the most surprising were her lips. They were swollen, almost bruised from being kiss. She grabbed onto the counter for balance as if someone had punched her in the gut.

  She was beginning to regret going to the dining room for dinner, that she hadn’t played with fire. So much for the second time, being slow and sensual. She should have dined in and finish her book.

  “Ugh,” she shook her head, trying to make sense of the mess she had created.

  The slamming of the door took her from her musing. She splashed some water on her face, pulled the dress on and carefully opened the door. He was gone, but her shoes and clutch were on the bed. He must have found them. She went to grab her things when she noticed the piece of paper on her bag. It was a note he had hastily scribbled.

  “Hope this covers everything. Let yourself out, I have my key.”

  This, was a cheque. She didn’t bother looking at the amount. Stunned, she grabbed her things and left the room. Did he think he could buy her off to placate his damn conscience? “Think again Ash whoever the hell you are. You can take your cheque and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. I can’t be bought.” She said entering her room.

  She paced across the room, taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She rarely got angry at people. As the anger drained from her body, shame and guilt took over. What would her mother think? What would everyone she knew thinks of her? Thank God she didn’t have to worry about seeing him again because she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t try to do him bodily harm.

  “Thank you for the damn Dear Jane note you prick,” the one time she decided to be spontaneous everything went to hell. So much for nothing bad can happen.

  2

  Six weeks later

  She was late. She’s never late, the first time she put it down to stress. However, when her period didn’t arrive this week, she knew she had caused for alarm. The thought of what it might entail made her quiver with dread. If she were honest with herself, she already knew the reason. It was also why she had put off taking the tests. It wasn’t because she was in denial; it was because she failed.

  She failed to keep the promise she made to her dying mother. She also failed herself. The one thing she prided herself on was not becoming an unwed mother.

  She was supposed to find the right man, who would stand by her through thick and thin. The one who would celebrate the good and the bad with her. She didn’t want a man like the one who had fathered her, then left her mother when she was still pregnant.

  Now here she was alone, with a ninety-nine percent possibility of becoming an unwed mother. She had agonized over the outcome for the past two weeks. The shame she had felt was like cancer eating at her. How could she allow this to happen? It wasn’t part of her five-year plan. An unplanned pregnancy wasn’t where she had seen herself at twenty.

  The tug a war within her was making her lose weight. She had barely slept the past five weeks. Throughout all this hell, she still wanted him. She dreamt of his touch each night, of his mouth on her body. “I’m losing my mind,” she mumbled.

  “Miah, you can’t put it off any longer. You fainted twice at work. You need to see a doctor,” Amanda said with concern etching on her pretty face.

  “I’m fine, just tired,” Miah said, waving her hand distractedly as she paced back and forth across the small living room they share.

  “You are nowhere close to fine, and you know it. Since you came back, you haven’t been yourself. You’ve become withdrawn, and you have lost at least ten pounds. You look as if a small breeze would blow you away. Talk to me Miah, what’s going on? Are you sick?” Amanda asked.

  Miah stopped and blinked up at Amanda through her glasses. “No, no I’m not sick. That would have been much easier to deal with,” she said, sighing heavily before she collapsed onto the couch. She didn’t sleep for the past week; she was too busy worrying over the possibility of being pregnant.

  She had vowed to herself, and her mother that she would never become pregnant without marrying first. It had been one of the few promises she had made to her mother before she died. It was also something she always vowed growing up as an illegitimate child. Her father walked out on her mother when she told him she was pregnant, in fact, he had told Grace, her mother to get rid of the child since he wasn’t ready to become a father or ever wanted to.

  She had seen the sacrifices her mother had made to keep them fed and clothed. Miah never wanted to be in that situation bringing a child into the world like this. She ran her hands through her hair and realized they were shaking. Was she having a nervous breakdown? She was beginning to think if she weren't, she was heading in that direction. She shakes her head too tired to have an intelligent conversation.

  “I just need a good night’s sleep, and I’ll be okay,” she told her roommate in defeat.

  “Miah this is more than lack of sleep. Something is obviously bothering you enough you are losing weight. You haven’t even experimented with one of your recipes in three weeks. That alone makes me worried. Please tell me what’s going on, if you were anyone else I would think you were pregnant, but I know that can’t be the problem.”

  She turned her head and looked at Amanda. “Why not me? Why can’t I be pregnant? Don’t you think a man could find me attractive enough to want to have sex with me?” she asked, hurt.

  “Everyone, but you find you attractive Miah. I just mean I know how careful you are, and how adamant you are about not getting pregnant before marriage. To be honest, you care too much about what other people think of you. You’re the most responsible person I know.”

  “Well, not too responsible for getting pregnant by a stranger,” she said, walking to her room and retrieving the two pregnancy tests she had hidden under her mattress.

  Amanda looked at her in silence. The shock and disbelief on her face made Miah wanted to laugh. Yeah, she knew how that felt.

  “Miah…,” Amanda started at a loss for words.

  “I haven’t taken them yet. I haven’t had my period, and I am never late. I took your advice and decided to be spontaneous. I guess you could say I took the act a bit too far.”

  “I didn’t mean for you to get pregnant. I just wanted you to get out of your skin for once, be adventurous, have fun. I am sorry… what about the condoms I gave to you?”

  “I am not mad at you Amanda. The only one at fault here is me. We did use a

  condom. Not from the ones you gave to me since they were in my room. We used his. I did enjoy being someone else that night. I just didn’t want any souvenirs.”

  “Oh Miah,” Amanda said, engulfing her in a hug. The tears that she had been keeping at bay broke loose shaking her slender body with each gut-wrenching sob. It took her a few minutes before she pulled herself together.

  “I guess I should take these, and then make an appointment to see my doctor.”

  “That would be a start. Whatever the result, I am here for you,” Amanda said squeezing her friend’s hand.

  “Thanks, I know. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she said, heading for the washroom. She took a deep breath and opened both boxes. She read the instructions, peed on the sticks then waited. Two minutes and if they were both positive, her life was going to go up in smoke. She set her watch and waited. With every tick tock of her watch, she became tenser. She would not be exaggerating when she said it was the longest two minutes of her life. When the alarm went off, she took a deep breath and looked at the sticks.

  “Pregnant,” she la
ughed hysterically, picking up the sticks and throwing

  them into the trash. She then followed that up by throwing up all over the floor. She had known, deep down, in her heart, yet she was still shocked. She hoped… she was scared to death.

  “Miah?” Amanda called out.

  “I am okay, give me a few minutes.” She washed her face, brushed her teeth, then cleaned up the mess she made.

  She looked at the disposed tests and started to laugh uncontrollably again. She couldn’t help it, and a small part of her felt as if she was about to have a panic attack. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, which sent her into a coughing fit.

  “Miah, are you—”

  “I am fine,” she said, opening the door. “It’s funny. I tried hard to be a good girl most of my life, not to bring attention to myself more than I had to. The one time I let loose, my whole life changed in a matter of hours.”

  “Come and sit down, you’re in shock. It’s a lot to digest.”

  “Don’t you see the irony here? I was the perfect daughter, got good grades and stayed away from sex. I spent most of my life afraid I’ll end up in the same situation as my mother. Nevertheless, here I am pregnant and alone.”

  “You’re not alone. You have me, and there’s the father. He has a responsibility to support you financially.”

  Miah’s answering laugh was hollow. “I wish I could honestly tell you I knew how to get in contact with him, or what his last name is, even if I knew I wouldn’t bother telling the bastard.”

  “The Miah I know would tell him because she thought he deserved to know and because it’s the right thing to do.”

  “The Miah you know wouldn’t have had sex with him in the first place. Does he deserve to know? Yes, but I don’t know how to reach him nor do I want to. If I don’t see him again, I won’t lose sleep over it.”

  “Miah—”

  “Drop it, Amanda, this man you think has rights left me a cheque for services rendered. He made me feel like a whore, all because I was a virgin and didn’t tell him. What kind of man does that?”