Always The Hero (Plot Twist, I'm Pregnant 2) - Page 54

I reluctantly took a step back, then another, and another, still staring at her like I wanted her for breakfast before I disappeared down the hallway. It crossed my mind that I was walking in the same steps as Steven Kirkland when he was in this hallway, throwing daggers at a friend of mine.

It was a nightmare. People died here. I asked her if she wanted to live somewhere else, but Abigail said no. She was happy here, and she didn’t want to run or forget about what happened. She wanted to remember the good and the bad times in her life. I’d do whatever she wanted me to, and if that consisted of living here, then I’d do it. I loved this house too.

One thing did have to change.

I had to replace th

e hardwood floor because the blood wouldn’t come out of the other. It wasn’t a hardship, but I couldn’t look at it anymore, knowing that bastard got the upper hand on us. We had thought of everything, and I still kicked myself in the ass for not thinking about the alarm being disarmed once the power was out.

When I got in the kitchen, I grabbed a pan and opened the fridge for the milk, chocolate syrup, and bacon. Closing the door, my eyes came to a picture of all of us, Cortez right in the middle, and my heart ached for my friend. I wanted him to come back, and I believed with all my heart that he would.

I turned on the oven, laid five pieces of bacon in the pan, washed my hands, poured milk and chocolate syrup in the blender, and grabbed some vanilla ice cream. It didn’t take long. In ten minutes, I had what she wanted, grabbed a tray, and then pulled out the Tiffany Co. box from my pocket and placed it next to the plate of bacon.

It was an engagement ring. Three large diamonds surrounded by accent diamond in a rose gold setting. I hoped she liked it.

Shit. I hoped she said yes.

I grabbed the tray and sauntered down the hallway, all while thinking positive thoughts. “Breakfast is—” my words were stolen from me when I saw her lying on the bed, naked, and touching herself. “Served,” I muttered, watching in delight. I nearly dropped the tray when she inserted her fingers in her hole and moaned.

The glass the milkshake was in shook against the metal tray as I sat it down with trembling hands. I snuck the ring back in my pocket and sat down on the bed. She watched me watch her. Her fingers were wet, dripping, and I wanted so bad to put my mouth on her, but I enjoyed the show, waiting for the perfect time to take her hand and place the ring on it.

“Hold on,” I said, my eyes meeting hers. “Give me your hand. I have something that will make this look so much better.”

“Is that so?” she asked, bringing her wet hand up toward my face. I inhaled her sweet scent and then inserted her fingers into my mouth.

I opened the box in my pocket with my other hand, and it took some doing, but I finally got it open and pulled the ring out. I slipped it onto her finger and then placed her hand back between her legs. “Okay, now you can keep going.”

Abigail lifted her hand and stared at the glittering diamonds for what seemed like forever. They were beautiful, and the three diamonds represented the past, present, and future.

“I want to be there to help you through your past, be your present, and grow old with you in your future. I love you, Abigail. I know bad things happen, but good things do too, and you are my good thing. All the bad things, they could never be as amazing, as big and as bright as what I feel for you. Will you marry me?” I asked, getting down on one knee.

“Yes! Yes, oh my god, a million times, yes.” She tackled me to the ground and kissed me, pulled my pants down, and since she was already naked, she thrust herself down on my length, showing me how happy she really was.

It was more than her body. It was her. She was something good.

I felt that.

And I knew I’d feel that for that rest of my life.

Even if she did make a horrible cup of coffee.

The End

Kiss My Boss

Lucy

There were a million things I thought I would never see or do. Space? I was a secretary, not an astronaut. President of the United States? My career trajectory didn’t go that high. I couldn’t even go a single day without using my hands to count. It was a bad habit I was scolded for when I was a child but never managed to overcome it.

Those were reasonable expectations and limitations.

It was just life. It was how it was. Logical, just like me.

What I never thought I’d see— something completely illogical— was my boyfriend of ten years holding another woman in his arms.

In. My. Bed.

The same bed we slept together in every single night since college. He didn’t even see me. I stood in the doorway, holding take-out in my hand from our favorite diner and a bottle of wine, watching him fuck her in a way he never fucked me. Hard, hand around her throat, and plowing into her like he wasn’t worried about causing her pain. My eyes were glued to him, unable to look away from the scene in front of me. It was like a car wreck. I knew I should look away, but the shock made me wonder if what I saw was real.

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