Pregnant By The Mysterious Billionaire
Unlike the rest of the office space Regina’s office was well lit, the door slightly ajar. He could see a carton of Chinese takeout perched on top of a heavy volume of District Penal Code, chopsticks sticking out of it. He heard her singing, a low hum of her voice. He pushed the door open noiselessly and walked in.
Regina was in the bathroom, he could see her silhouette. He waited for her to come out.
“Leo,” she nearly screamed when she walked out to find him on the sofa. “Jesus! You scared me!”
“Hi,” he said rubbing the back of his neck. Regina saw he had brought flowers.
“What do you want Leo?” Regina asked leaning against the bathroom door. She was wearing a nightgown that reached the tops of her knees.
“Come home,” he said looking up at her. Regina saw he hadn’t shaven. He looked an absolute mess. “Please,” he begged. Regina felt her insides melt. She sat down beside him, their knees just barely touching, their hands safe in their own laps.
“I haven’t been honest with you,” Regina said, her heart was beating like mad against her ribs and she thought she was going to pass out if she didn’t say it soon. “I’m pregnant, Leo.”
It was out there now, for him to do with it what he pleased. Regina was suddenly tired. She had been tackling this problem on her own for a little under a week and now she wasn’t too concerned with what came next, not for a little while though. She needed to recuperate before she was ready to make a decision.
“I’ll book an appointment with Dr. Goldstein,” Leo said and Regina felt her throat tighten. “I’m not going to trust your health with an abortion clinic. Too shady. We’ll go to Dr. Goldstein.”
Regina turned her face to see if he were serious. Leo was looking at her with such depth of love and affection it wrung her heart with joy. She leaned in and kissed him, his arms encircling her, pulling him towards him with a desperate need that left her humbled.
Leo kissed her neck, biting her flesh then licking it gently. Regina arched her back, her hands pulling his shirt out of his pants and cupping his bulge. She stripped him naked and pushed him back on the sofa, she undid her nightgown, her curves sensuous and alluring. He growled in his throat as she climbed up on to his lap, her tongue tracing her lips. She sunk him in to her, her hips rocking back and forth, his hands gliding up and down her waist and her breasts.
Regina orgasmed twice before Leo finally did. They collapsed on the sofa, their breath mingling with each other. Regina could hear his heart beat as it steadied down from a quick gallop.
“You were right about Melody,” Leo said after they’d freshened up and Regina was packing up her clothes to go back home. “She’s a bigoted idiot and she tried to come on to me today.”
“Remind me to dump my drink on her next time I see her,” Regina said.
“I don’t think you will get that chance,” Leo grinned. “I scared her off pretty bad.”
“Leo,” Regina said when they were in the elevator taking them down. “I really appreciate you being with me on this. I know how much it meant to you,”
“You mean everything to me,” he said holding her hand.
They walked down the street hand in hand, Leo dragging her bags along. They got in Leo’s car and drove off towards Beverly Hills. A car followed them, mingling in to traffic so they didn’t notice. The car drove on when Leo turned in to their drive way. The car stopped about half a mile away and the driver stepped out.
It was a full moon and they had no trouble walking to Regina’s drive. They watched as Leo and Regina made love again, their mouth expanding in a sneer; waiting, biding their time till they tucked in for the night.
Chapter Eight
Truth
Regina was dreaming of flying. She was flying over an endless crimson ocean. The sun was setting and the water at the horizon was boiling, as if the sun was bleeding out in the aquatic depths. She could hear someone calling her but she didn’t see anyone else in the sky. She looked down and saw faces in the water, eyeless with open mouths they were calling to her.
Regina flew faster but she was losing height, her wings were tired but there was no land in sight. As she flew lower and lower she realized why the ocean was crimson. No one who flew over it survived. She struggled as clammy hands got hold of her ankles and pulled her down, her wings buffeted against the air but it was no use; countless hands were pulling her down, they got hold of her hands and she felt they would tear her to pieces. She tried to scream but hands were choking her, pulling her head down in to the depths and she couldn’t breathe.