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“Fucking tight as hell pussy is so damn amazing!” he groans. He pulls out of me, and we both collapse onto the bed, gasping for air. His cum is already leaking out of me, but I don’t think I have it in me to move right now.
He pulls me into his arms, and I fall asleep pretty quickly from exhaustion. It feels safe being wrapped up in him, and I wish I could have this forever. Every time I see Salvatore, all I feel is fear and anxiety. When I wake up the next morning, he’s already gone like he was never here to begin with.
CHAPTER 12
ARIA
Time sure does fly when you have life-altering decisions to make. I still haven’t told Enzo about the baby because I haven’t had the chance to.
Well, that’s kind of a lie. It’s not that I didn’t have the chance to, it’s just that I’m not sure whether I should tell him. Plus, to be fair, I was still kind of processing the whole being-pregnant thing, too.
While my father was away on his business trip, Enzo slipped into my bed every night. We had so much sex, my body was deliciously sore every morning when I woke up. I have to say it was definitely one of the best weeks of my life.
I’m not sure why I haven’t mentioned anything about the baby yet. He hasn’t hinted or spoken about anything serious between us. Hell, we barely even talk at all because we’re so consumed with each other when he sneaks in.
I know the baby would be better off with him than being in the house here with my father. I don’t know what the hell is holding me back…
Well, I guess it’s because I don’t want to sound like a stage-five clinger…
It’s already been two weeks since I found out, and I still haven’t got a clue what I’m doing or what I’m supposed to do. This week, I’ve crossed the sixteen-week mark. I can either tell him about the baby and face what I’m sure will be his rejection or wait to face my father when it becomes too obvious that I can’t hide it anymore. I let out a long sigh. All this thinking is giving me a headache. Maybe if I tell him, he’ll find a way to save me from my father’s wrath. Even if he doesn’t want the baby, maybe he can help me hide or something.
After I’ve spent enough time in bed thinking about all the worst-case scenarios, I decide it’s time to get up for the day. I head into the bathroom and brush my teeth before quickly taking a shower.
Once I’m done and my skin is dry, I pull on a pair of bra and panties before stepping in front of the mirror to brush out the tangles in my hair. When I glance at myself, I’m instantly horrified at what I see.Well, more like surprised and caught off guard.
Holy fucking shit!
Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!
I’m fucking dead.
Well, I am if my father sees this. My stomach was still pretty flat last night, like no one could tell I was pregnant before, but now there's a visible baby bump.My stomach popped!I mean, you can’t miss the thing! It’s so round and definitely noticeable.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
I’m going to have to start wearing baggy clothes from now on. It’s right here in this moment, I have an epiphany. I’m going to tell Enzo about the baby the next time I see him. I can’t keep this from him any longer, and it’ll be in my best interest for him to find out first, before my father ever does. Now that I’ve popped, he won’t be able to miss the bump at all.
My mind is still occupied, well, more like it’s in survival mode as I step out of my bathroom, intending to head into my closet for my clothes. But before I can even make it two steps toward the closet, there’s a noise at my door.
I don’t have time to do anything else, like find a robe, my towel, or something else to throw on to hide my stomach, before my door flies open with a bang, and my father is standing there with Giana behind him.
I’m like a deer caught in headlights as I stand there. I was so caught off guard that I think my body may or may not be going into shock because I think I’ve turned into stone. I catch sight of Giana and see her eyes widen when she looks at me.
My father is looking at me with another one of his hate-filled stares, and it doesn’t take long for his eyes to zero in on the baby bump that suddenly decided to make its appearance today.
I gulp and take an involuntary step back at the look of absolute disdain that contorts his face before nothing but rage is displayed there. His face is red, and the veins on his forehead bulge.
“What the hell is that?!” he points and screams at me. I flinch at the sound of his angry voice.
“Um, what is what?” I ask, pretending to be oblivious. He storms over to me and punches me in the jaw. Fuck! I let out a scream when the hit lands because I swear he put all his strength into that punch. He then grabs me by the hair and slams my head face-first into the wall.
“You’re fucking pregnant!” he screams at me.
“N-no—” I start, but he stops me by flinging me onto the floor in front of him.
“No, what? Are you trying to fucking lie to me! Do you think I was born yesterday? I know what a pregnant fucking slut looks like! You’re nothing but a no-good filthy fucking whore!” he screams as he starts to kick me.
I barely manage to turn my body around in time so his foot catches my lower back. He kicks me again, this one catching me in the middle of my back, and I let out a groan at the pain that engulfs me. My body hurts as well as my face and head.
