Frayed (Torn #2)(2)

I was about ready to leave, when the doctor immediately got up and handed me a few of the ultrasound pictures. “Here, I forgot to hand these to you. Be safe now and don’t forget to stop by at the pharmacy to get your vitamins. I will see you some time next month at your next appointment, when you’re in your second trimester.” She smiled kindly at me, blind to the turmoil I was emotionally going through. Could she not see the sadness in my eyes?

I murmured my thanks without glancing at the pictures before leaving the room. My legs felt like jelly, numbed inside. With utmost determination, I huffed out a deep breath and started to walk out of the medical building. My off-white Mercedes SUV was parked closely. Once I was in the safe confines of my car, I summoned all of my energy to brave it out and look at the ultrasound photos.

The two by two black and white photos stunned me. My finger traced the tiny white form on the picture as tears gathered in my eyes again.

Harry and I were always careful.

What the hell do I tell everyone, most especially my parents? This was going to be a big mess. A mistress with a baby. My mom will die if she finds out her first grandchild is going to be a bastard. She will say it and see it as such.

My thoughts ceased as I heard my phone ring.

Harry.

I wiped my tears away before I took the call. “Hey!” I tried to sound as normal as I could.

“I’m at the hotel. Where are you? I only have a few hours and I want to make use of those hours buried inside you.” Harry tried to sound seductive, yet he failed miserably. He used this tone when he was stressed out. I knew for a fact that my cousin Becka was having a hard time with her pregnancy, and she always lashed out at him because of it.

“I’ll be there in twenty. See you.” I started the engine before I ended the call. For the entire ride, my thoughts provoked me.

Truth be told, I wasn’t sure what Harry would really feel or think. Maybe when he’s made his choice, maybe then, I can allow myself to think what I really feel about the whole pregnancy. Because as of right now, the only feeling I have is indifference—numbness.

I was meeting up with Harry in our usual hideout, in the Four Seasons cottage, always booked every two weeks for two nights. I used to count down the days until he was mine again. Before Becka got pregnant, I used to get two nights with him. In these nights, we were simply a man and a woman, but now, I only get a few hours a week, or a night here and there. I wasn’t happy about it, but I didn’t have a say in it. It’s either I end it with him or stick to what he could offer me, and I always chose to be with him. Always.

It took me approximately twenty minutes to get to the hotel. Add another ten to park and walk towards the cottage. I took three calming deep breaths before my finger pushed on the buzzer and the door was opened after only a few seconds.

Harry stood there wearing his grey suit and I paused to drink him in. He looked polished and put together. He was about six feet tall, dark, slicked-back hair with chocolate eyes. His build was on the lean side and he had that roguish sex appeal.

“You’re looking at me like you haven’t eaten for days. I promise I will feed you, Trista.” Harry laughed as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me thoroughly.

He was right , , I was hungry for him. I showed him how much I hungered for him through my kiss. As I pressed my body against his, he made a deep growl against my lips. Harry swiftly pulled us inside without breaking lip contact. It was always like this.

Crazy hunger took me over. It was in charge of my body, and I ached to be with him and only him. He hastily used his foot to shut the door closed. I was moaning against him when he lowered us both to the foyer floor.

“Trista…” he grunted, still kissing me.

With one hand, he swiftly took care of his pants. I could hear the tear of the condom packet before he brashly lifted my skirt up. His fingers hooked the sides of my thong, pushing it to the side and I buckled when he parted my wet folds; stroking me passionately. It took him less than a minute of foreplay before he was sliding inside me. Harry kept saying my name each time his cock entered me. His lovemaking was hard and fast; like he knew our time was running out and he wanted to get as much as he could from me.

“Harry!” I sobbed when I felt my release run through my body. On cue, he started to pummel me more. I felt him tense. After a few more hard , rough strokes, he came.

He took my lips and kissed me a few more times. “I’ve missed you.” He smiled at me with love in his eyes. With the back of his finger, he gently stroked my cheek.

I love him so f*uking much it hurts.

I think my heart started to crack from then on. That smile he usually gave me—the kind where it showed how much I meant to him—might be the last he’ll ever give me after I tell him the news.

I lovingly looked at him and smiled back. “I’ve missed you, too… very much.” I started to get choked up, knowing what I was about to tell him would make or break us. Yet, I knew I had to. I had to tell him the lowdown of what happened at the doctor’s office.

Harry softly chuckled against my neck before he started kissing it. He was still buried deep in me, but it was obvious that he was starting to get hard again. I was ready for another round, always. “We have to talk… it’s very important…” I trailed off as he started to slide in and out of me. f*uk, he felt so good.

“Can it wait until after we finish? I can’t help it if I always want you. You’re so beautiful, baby.” His hand found my breasts, roughly caressing them. “I love these,” he rasped out as he started to pick up his pace. “I love you.” He growled as he went in and out of me.