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CHAPTER 31

I was standing in front of the mirror and checking my reflection. I had become fat, chubby, and, whatnot, wanted to cry. In only the 6th month of running, I had gained so much weight, and in another 3 months, I will become a mama bear.

I want to remove my frustration. I wanted to cry or yell at someone. I am so ugly. I am looking so fat. My legs started swelling, and this pregnancy is affecting me both physically and mentally. I was so involved in self-hating that I didn’t notice the appearance of Randolph behind me, who started observing me as well. I was so not in the mood to hear a word coming from this bastard’s mouth—not even a single word. These days, he was trying to swallow words, and he was failing to do that job. I could easily guess what he was going to say, so if he opened that big mouth, I found my bait for removing my frustration for sure.

Randolph hugged me, and his head on my shoulder was not taking his eyes off my reflection, nor my eyes from his reflection. Something was evident in his eyes. I was not able to put my finger on it. Okay, this was going somewhere, but where? This was the first time I had seen something like this on his face toward me. What was happening?

“Am I looking fat?” In return, I heard a chuckle. I should have shut my mouth. “No, baby, you are looking good.” “Don’t baby me; you can say it. I don’t mind. I can see myself, and I hate it. ” You look different.” “Different, good one or bad one,” “Gorgeous one”, “You are just sugar coating, as I said. You can say it. I don’t mind, as I know the truth. One more person saying the same won’t hurt so much.” Once again, there was a chuckle. I hated him so much. He made me turn toward him. We were facing each other. “You are looking gorgeous; trust me, I am not able to take my eyes off of you.” Such cheesy words. I know he was just coating with his words. I couldn’t help but pout. That was the wrong move. Immediately, he started kissing me.

‘The Kiss,’ I hated it a few times and loved it a thousand times, but this one was different. He had never kissed me this way before, not even once. His kiss would be hardcore and full of lust, which I loved when he would not let me breathe, and when he would bite my lips, I would hate it, but not entirely. This kiss at present was a greedy one, full of lust, which kept in control. It was slow, giving sensation to my entire body. A few seconds later, I was out of breath, and he released me immediately. ‘ Wow,’ strange’. What the hell was that? I am so in love with this—I mean, ‘kiss’ of course.

If anyone thought this moment would end with a kiss, they would be an utter idiot. I was not, though. When I saw his face confirmed, which was carving for more, I wanted to blame my hormones because I was yearning for more and more of his touch and everything.

His hands started roaming everywhere. It’s been a few months since we had sex after I became pregnant, and I was resisting him like a plague now. I am entirely at his mercy.

We were lying on the bed, and he was on me, gently exploring my body with a lot of carrying. This side, I was meeting for the first time. ‘Gentle and him’ was like a polar bear with me, like a miracle. This baby was a miracle. I could see a lot of changes in him. I was so aroused. His touch was making me go crazy. What the hell am I repeating the same mistake? I should keep my distance from him. This bastard always ends up taking me to the edge and knows his way into me, dam it, not to forget his effects on me. I am so screwed up in this life.

No sex, no sex, not with him. “I am not going to have sex with you, bastard. Stop doing this to me. Everything with you is such a disaster for me.” “Baby, can’t you enjoy the moment?” “Knock it off. I am not going to repeat my mistake, and I am bloody pregnant.” “Don’t you think it’s a plus point, and your body is saying something else?” “You will always take me to the edge. That’s not fair.” “You know, if you had completely resisted, I would have given it a second thought. You want to; I am not going to stop.” With that, he started sucking my neck, and his hands were on my boobs, pressing, Oh god, save me.

“Still no baby.” “I am worried, bastard, stop it.” He stopped whatever he was doing and was studying my face. “You are bloody pregnant; what are you afraid of getting once again pregnant, genius?” “I am not that much of a dump.” “You are acting like one.” “I don’t want to sleep with you.” “Control your Harmons from reacting, and then I will stop.” He started to drop kisses all over my face. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Stop it, idiot.” “You look so tempting. I am not able to resist this pregnancy. I am so in love with it. Please, I am begging you. I will be bloody gentle.”.

I was shocked by the latest sensational news: ’Randolph Anderson, a billionaire playboy, begged me, God, what is happening with these changes? I can’t take it at once; I may get a cardiac arrest.

Of course, I couldn’t resist anymore. This face was always such a disaster that much consent was required to fulfill his lust within the next second he was inside me. I had missed this; him inside me, and I was in love every time. I don’t get a hell of an experience in sex, but with him, I do carve for more, irrespective of his attitude and perception, so masked at this point.

Randolph liked hard sex; slow, study, and gentle were not in his dictionary. Look at him now, giving me a slow sensation. Every move was gentle. He was not losing his control. He was moving carefully. So many changes. I am so in a dilemma about whether to like it or not. Within a few minutes, we ‘cum’d’ together.

We were panting due to my condition; my breathing was heavy, and I was still expecting a second round. I am sure of Randolph because he was never satisfied with one round. Regardless of my protests, he would always get his way and would end up having it 3 to 4 times, but oh boy, I didn’t expect this. Rather than going for a second round, he took me on his shoulder, covered me with a blanket, took me close, and spoke, “Let’s continue some other day. You need to rest, sleep, baby.” I wanted to protest carving for one more round but was numb by his action. Oh boy, is he sworn to kill me or what?

Aidan and I were in our usual place, sipping our drink. From the time he entered, he had a smile on his face, which started annoying me. I know the reason, but I am still not able to rip that smile from his face. This was expected like hell, and I couldn’t believe myself in the situation I was in. I never thought I would become a father, not at least before having a family. My priority was to tie the knot, start a family, and have children, but everything would not go according to our plan.

Everything changed, and it’s been crazy since Patricia entered my life. I can’t believe what I am doing just to get rid of her. It is still not successful, which was fucking annoying, but I am so liking my move, irrespective of the fact that I didn’t get the predicted outcome.

“ Will you stop that it’s starting to irk me”, “Common I can’t help it you are going to be dam father I am still in shock”, “For fuck sake it’s going to be a 6 months digest the bloody news and give me a dam break”, “ That’s the problem no matter what I am not able to digest it, with your fucking secretary bastard you were so bloody stopping us from approaching her we should have guessed than and their only right, knocked her off like real just to get rid of Patricia, I mean common how can you expect us to just suck the news, Ana according to you clumsy, naïve whatever your perception on her my god oh not to forget that mouth of her, who could have guessed after knowing her strong opinion regarding you oh my god just give me few more months I will definitely suck it up and act normal”, “ Don’t tell me you called me just to irritate me what about so quality time you were talking about and fucking problem regarding Patricia not yet solved she has so sucked this news in an instant and still stick to point of marrying me what the hell”.

“Hmmm, she is Patricia Davis. What do you think, baby? She is more than a leech. You are one lucky bastard.” “Please change the topic. I don’t want to think about her and spoil my mood.” “Yeah, sure, let’s change the topic sooner. You are going to deal with her again. Be prepared. That’s it. And what about Ana? I mean after giving birth.” “What do you mean?” “You know raising a child is not an easy task. What are you going to do about it and also about Ana?““We agreed to do co-parenting, and what about Ana? I will give her enough money so that her future is set.” “That settles everything,” “Why not? What more needs to be done?” “I don’t know, so I was asking you.” “As I said, that’s my plan for Ana and baby.” “Are you sure that with this, everything is going to settle?” “Why not? Money is the solution for everything, and she loves money.” “I thought you could come up with something else.” “Something else, like, other than this, what else can be done?”

‘Other than this, what else can be done’, is this a good time to tell this idiot just not to throw money and solve the problem? Ana is a good girl, naïve and clumsy, but not like any other girl. Why can’t he think beyond other than getting rid of her? It’s not the right time to suggest anything; there are more chances that he will throw my suggestion in the garbage and conclude it is rubbish.

I have met Ana a few times, and something always clicked between these two: one is too naïve to understand, and the other one is blinded by money. What a bloody pair! How the hell is anyone going to make them understand? ‘Time’ will make them realize that, as they are doing this co-parenting shit, they will realize their own me interfering is just a waste of time.

I am so going to like the coming days, for sure. “What are you searching for in my face? Are you trying to read me?” chuckling, “Nope, just thinking about how to respond to you, but agreed yours is the best one; get rid of everything by throwing money; good choice.” “Told you,” “Han, Han.”.

We were sipping our drinks in silence. Who was bloody naïve? Any advice or suggestions? I am not able to decide they are beating each other by broadcasting their naiveness, like I am confused about who the hell is going to win the trophy, the trophy that will hit on someone and show them what they are fucking missing, and bloody hope it’s not too late for anything.

I so want to advise, but again, like, marry Ana or at least date and get to know her? For sure, he will laugh by rolling over this floor. I don’t want to hear his shitty old words.

Man, life was so fucking confusing. I couldn’t predict anything. Someone is playing a damn good role in my friend’s life, god or whatever. Why the hell am I feeling like this bastard deserves it? He never listens to anyone, especially about his life partner. He had such high expectations that he forgot to add the most important one, ‘happiness’. When you are fucking happy, nothing matters when the hell he was going to get this. He didn’t learn anything from his so-called fiancée yet to call her ‘Ex’. That one was a hell of an example, and live one too. What more indication does one person require? He is a bloody fool.

I want to be the person who should see the same face when the realization hits him. I am fucking waiting for that precious moment. “Cheers.” Ran was seeing my face in confusion. “Cheers for what?” “Coming days can’t wait.” “Yeah, me too, so excited to welcome my first child. Cheers for that.”

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