Unprotected: A Secret Baby

Dejection twisted in my stomach, making me sick.

“Are you okay in there, Maggie?”

I jumped at the sound of Dr. Reynolds’ voice and almost fell over. “Yes, coming!”

You need to get your shit together, came the voice within. You have a job and animals to take care of. You might be living in a dream world with Evan now but once he’s gone, what next? Get with it.

Heart heavy, I picked up the chart for the next batch of incoming animals and began to work.

But it was hard to get the billionaire out of my mind. His face swam in front of me. Those piercing blue eyes. That mouth that latched on hotly to my clit and made me beg for mercy. The clever tongue, licking at my pussy and then my anus.

Oh god.

How do I forget that?

But the man was controlling too.

“Quit your job,” he’d rasped after our last hot session. We were in his bed, sweaty and still panting. “I want you to be ready for me, anytime I want.”

What?

How was that possible?

But the alpha wasn’t taking no for an answer. He stroked my cunt and shoved his fingers deep into me, testing the freshly-used channel.

I was such a whore for him that I just lay there with my legs open wide while he did whatever he wanted. He pushed two fingers in me, then pulled out, using my body like a violin.

Swept away, I bit my lip and moaned slightly.

I was trying to focus on what he was saying but it was difficult. His fingers banged my twat and flooded me with even more honey. I was ready to take his giant rod again.

Then his words jolted my mind.

“No, I can’t quit my job,” were my breathy words. “After you get what you want and go off to be CEO, I still have a life here. I need to make money and pay for school.”

“I’ll give you the money,” he said commandingly, that hard rod stiffening against his thigh. “It’s not an issue. I can give you anything you want.”

“Can you make me a vet?” I managed archly between more hot pants.

He smiled, eyes knowing.

“Watch and I’ll make it happen, sweetheart.”

But that was wrong. And it was no good for me. I didn’t want to be dependent on a man who was going to leave me in the dust when the clock struck midnight. So breathing hard, I shook my head.

“No, Evan. You have your goal to be CEO and I have mine to be a vet,” were my gasped words. “I can’t take it.”

His reply was cut-off because I screamed then, body going up in flames. Oh god, oh god, the billionaire always does this to me, making me forget everything including my name. How long would it last? How would I survive once this was all over?

But I had to. So in the pet store, I sighed and shoved a pencil into my messy up-do, letting go of the memories with Evan.

I adore the man, but I can’t give up everything I worked for at the drop of a hat. That makes no sense. It’s like giving up your dreams in life for love. But what was love? What were we doing here exactly? It wasn’t supposed to be love, that was for sure.

So I shook my head resolutely.

No, definitely not.

I needed to keep my head on straight.

But you can’t, the internal voice whispered again. You’re falling for the billionaire. Be honest, you’re already up to your eyeballs in love with him.

No! That couldn’t be true. No way. This was a business deal, and a short term one too. Falling in love with him would only end with me getting screwed, and not in a good way.

God. The screwing though. I shifted my thighs.

This morning, I’d rushed out his apartment, late already. My panties had been impossible to find, so I was commando today, nether parts bare and airy. But oh god. After being with Evan, no panties were a bad idea because juices ran hot and free down my thighs. Heated tingles flickered deep within. God, I wanted to rub one out so bad. I imagined how it would feel to have him deep in my hot snatch as I moaned luxuriously, arching and clamping hard.

But my thoughts were interrupted.

“Are you okay, Maggie?” Dr. Reynolds asked, popping his head around the corner.

My face turned fire red.

“Of course, Doctor. I just…I pricked my finger giving the puppies some vitamin shots.”

“Okay. Be careful now. We don’t want to lose you to a preventable accident.”

“Of course not, Doctor.”

He’s right. I didn’t want to lose myself and my dream to a preventable accident. I had to talk to Evan about wearing a condom next time.

Because at eighteen, I had to be fertile. I was teeming with youth and fertility and Evan’s the only one I’ve ever been with. But what kind of Cinderella story would that be? Because in the fairy tale, the prince goes around looking for his princess, brandishing a glass slipper. And when he finds her, he whisks her off into the horizon, the love birds united at last.