“William!” I scolded him.
“I want to savor your orgasm and taste your wonderful flower,” He continues to speak without any shame,
I can’t deny that I like that side of him, but at the same time, I feel incredibly embarrassed by the frankness with which he speaks,
“William,” I said, looking away, I was truly mortified.
“You don’t need to feel ashamed of me. I am your man, my love.” He says, pulling my hand to bring me close to him.
I love it when he calls me love.
Before I can even form a sentence, the door is suddenly opened, and in walks that pharmacy blonde, Angeline. She barges into the room and goes straight to William. I quickly let go of his hand, stepping back a bit as she approached.
so worried.”
“Darling,” she says with a cutesy voice, and I feel like throwing up. “How are you? I heard you had an accident. Oh my God, I was so
I rell my eyes with every word she says. Shes practically sitting on his lap.
“Angeline, who let you into my house like this?” William asks rudely.
“Oh, love, I didn’t care. I was so worried: She changes the subject.
“Don’t come in like this again,” he warns, and she nods. “But, to answer your question, I’m fine, Julia has been taking care of me,” says William, looking at me, and
this woman directs her furious go towards me
“oh,1
you’re here,” she says disdainfully
“Hello to you too, Angeline,” I sarcastically reply.
“You can leave now, girl,” She stands up, heming towards me. Tas going to take care of William nove,”
“At least you asked him if that’s what he wanted.” I cross my arms and hold my ground. She shouldn’t think that just because she’s older than me, I’ll back down. My mother taught me never to bow to anyone, and I’m not starting now.
“Angeline, please,” William pleads, wincing in pain. I think the pain is back. “I’m resting in bed and can’t handle stress. Go away!”
“What?” she asks indignantly. Tll never leave you alone, my love. You’re the father of my baby,” she says, caressing her still–flat belly. Involuntarily, my eyes glance at her belly, and I feel like an intruder..
“I’ll clean the kitchen,” I tell William, not waiting for his response. I leave the living room as quickly as possible.
I won’t deny that this whole child situation is shaking me. Because it is, and it’s not a small thing.
I start washing the dishes with my troubled thoughts. Tears ran down my face involuntarily. I’m afraid of losing William. He’s become so important to me.
Sure, he’s always been in my life, but before, he was just
dad’s best friend, a family friend, and the older guy I had a crush on. But now, things go deeper. He’s the love of my life. The man I can see a future with, regardless of my age. I love him. And the idea of losing him crushes my heart.
