Chapter Fourteen - Kyle
I don’t know why I said it. I don’t know what came over me to pick that moment to say it either. She was in my arms, naked, kissing me, blowing my brains out with her luscious body. And I told her I wanted her to sleep in my bed with me.
She was looking at me aghast like she was shocked by those words.
We were both silent for a few seconds and then she moved in my arms. Our highly charged sexual moment was over.
I gently let go of her waist so that her feet lightly hit the floor. She was still naked, her face still flushed, her hair messy, but she looked confused.
“What’s wrong?” I dared to ask as she turned from me, looking for her discarded dress by the elevator door.
“I don’t know what you meant by that,” she said as she walked over to it and picked it up. I felt my dick move again. I had caught her bending, her tight round ass on display for my eyes only.
“I meant that you should sleep in my bed tonight,” I explained, suddenly aware that I was naked as well.
“Why? I have my own room,” she said, slipping into the dress.
“Because…I don’t know…I don’t know why I said that.” I was fumbling with my words. It was the truth, though, I didn’t know why I said it. I had never said it to anyone before, and I hadn’t thought this through either.
“This is only a pretend relationship,” she said, zipping up her dress. She was avoiding my eyes.
“I know. Forget I ever said that. It’s probably the wine talking.” I ran my fingers through my hair. I needed to distract myself. I needed to go for a run. I was still aroused by her, but I was also surprised, embarrassed a little, angry too. This was not the reaction I had imagined.
“Because this was a mistake to begin with,” she went on while I picked my clothes off the floor.
“Yes, it was,” I agreed with her. I wanted her to stop talking.
“And we probably shouldn’t make it worse,” she added.
“I get it, Erica. I admitted I made a mistake. It was the heat of the moment.” I pulled up my pants and started zipping up.
“Because my life has been severely affected by this,” she continued, and this is when I snapped. I jerked my head up to look at her, with my eyes narrowed. I could feel the back of my neck reddening with rage.
“You’ll get your fucking job back, Jesus. It’s affected my life as much as yours. I’ll give you some money if that’s what you want.” I knew I was yelling as I tucked my shirt back into my pants.
She was standing still by the elevator. She was back in her dress now, but it was full of creases. Her hair was still a wavy mess, and she was staring at me.
“I don’t want your money,” she said quietly.
“What do you want then?” I asked, breathing loudly. I was annoyed with her, with myself, with our situation.
“I just want my life back,” she said.
“I said you'll get your job back. They’ll take you back or someone else will offer one to you. I’ll look into it.” I swung my jacket over my shoulders. I needed to go for a walk, to clear my head.
“My life will never be the same again,” she replied, just as quiet.
“What are you talking about?”
“My life will never be the same,” she repeated and turned around, pressing the button on the elevator.
I took a few long strides towards her. I wanted her to explain herself to me, to tell me clearly what she was trying to say. How had her life changed forever?
“What is that supposed to mean?” I growled. I grabbed her arm and swung her around. She jerked her arm away from me, I saw the anger in her eyes.
“I’m pregnant, Kyle. I got pregnant that day in the shower. And I’m keeping the baby,” she screamed at me just as the elevator doors opened and she stepped inside.
I was in shock. I was rendered speechless and I wasn’t able to follow her in. The elevator doors shut and I remained standing there.
I had been foolish enough to never expect something like this to happen. I had been careless with Erica, and I hadn’t considered the possibility. I remembered how good it felt when I came inside her, exploding, holding her close to me as I emptied myself. She had moaned, screamed my name, then sighed. We had forgotten ourselves in that moment.
She was right. Our lives would never be the same again.
I didn’t know if I wished that she had told me sooner. I didn’t know if we would have done anything differently.
I snapped out of my thoughts suddenly when I realized that she had left. She was the mother of my child and I shouldn’t have let her leave the house.
I rummaged in my pocket for my phone and I called her number. “We need to talk, Erica. Come back,” I said when she answered the phone. I hadn’t expected her to even answer the call.
“You just want me to come back so that your image is saved,” she hissed.
“Just come back here. We need to work this out.” I ignored what she had said. I could hear it in her voice – she was not thinking straight.
“I need some time away from you,” she said, her voice quiet. I didn’t add anything to that. She hung up the phone.
I had been so consumed by my desire to have her, to have her body, that I had missed all the signs. She had been running to the toilet, she didn’t drink… She was pregnant with my child and, all the while, I didn’t have a clue.