Chapter 7
Milan walked into the kitchen with a red silk robe tightly tied on her. She was brought out by the tantalizing smell of pancakes and eggs.
“Good morning.” Andre said standing from his place on the counter stool and setting down his paper. He made his way over to Milan with wide arms. She walked into them and inhaled his aroma: for a natural morning smell it was heavenly.
“Morning.” She said. They pulled away from each other and he planted a kiss on her lips, which she returned with feverish passion. If she wasn’t so hungry she’d probably have sex with him again right there.
“Today Francois has graced us with a treat. You still love blueberry pancakes right?”
“Of course. You still remember that? I haven’t had one since I was like 19.” She told him and stared at him for further details. He smirked and looked over at Francois. They seemed to be in cahoots about the meal, which she was about to consume. She furrowed her eyebrows and looked between both men with skepticism.
“Is anyone going to tell me why we’re all being weird and quiet?” She asked. Francoise set the plate down before her and took a step back. He allowed his food to be the answer to her question. Andre tried to hold back a smile but he failed miserably. His deep dimples dented his cheeks.
Francois set a plate of two stacked pancakes in front of Milan. She thanked Francois and looked over at Andre suspiciously before eyeing the pancakes on her plate. In syrup Francois had spelled out a question for her to answer:
Will you be mine?
Without hesitation Milan smiled over at Andre before grabbing his cheek and planting a kiss on his pink lips.
“I’ve always been yours.” Milan admitted biting her bottom lip.
“Oh really.” Andre purred before pushing his lips onto hers, inhaling every bit of her scent as he ran his fingers through her hair.
“I’m starving. Let me eat before we do a round two.” Milan admitted, breaking the kiss to Andre’s disappointment. He sighed and picked up his paper again.
Milan cut a bit of the pancakes and revealed the blueberries on the inside. Her face perked up and she felt like a teenager again. She took her first bite in years and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She moaned loudly and began kicking her feet.
“I didn’t see that face last night? I’m never going to be as good as food.” Andre joked. Milan placed her hand on his shoulder and gently ran down it to his forearms.
“You’re better. Food can’t make me cum as much as you do.” She whispered so the Francois wouldn’t hear. She leaned forward and gave him another kiss allowing their lips to pull at each other.
“Hurry up and finish your food so I can break my record.” He broke the kiss. She yelped in excitement and turned to scarf down the pancakes.
“Thank you, Francois.” She said in between mouthfuls. He smiled and held up the water bottle he was drinking.
“You know I’ve seen this scene a lot. Andre’s morning after, and it has never ended the way it will for you two.” He commented before taking a long gulp of his water. Andre looked over at him and back at Milan before shrugging.
“I’ll be kicking her out soon when she has to go to work and she’ll definitely be slapping me. So don’t worry Francois your morning drama will be back soon enough.” He joked.
“I was thinking, I can go back to work tomorrow. I’ll probably be able to work for a month and I’m going to need a few days off because of the pregnancy but after that I’ll be just fine to hop back into it. I don’t want to miss too much time and possibly get docked for getting over my scheduled vacation pay.” Milan shared before taking the last bite of syrup-covered yumminess into her mouth.
Andre furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Milan with a disturbed look.
“You’re going back to work so soon? Doesn’t your job have maternity leave?”
“Well yes, but that’s for mothers.” Milan told him equally as confused as he was but for a different reason. He raised his eyebrows and realized they had a misunderstanding, which he needed to quickly clear up.
“Milan when I asked if you’d be mine… I meant in every sense of the word. I want you to be here all the time, I want you to be here with me taking care of our child.”
“You want me to raise this baby with you?”
“Our baby Milan…” –He emphasized –“You’re 50 percent of our little girl.” Andre placed his hand on her stomach and rubbed it. She kept her mouth in a harsh straight line. It was a lot to think about. She had just left a relationship with her husband to get into another one with Andre and raise a child she wasn’t planning on raising eight months ago?
“Milan, I know it seems like a lot but you’re going to be a great mom. There’s no other woman I would want my daughter to look up to. You know your self and you always have. You have so much confidence and self worth. I can’t imagine anyone better.”
“But, I don’t think I’m ready for the responsibility, Dre. Like, it’s a life. She’s going to be a person who if I do anything wrong, she’ll be hurt or worse...” Milan swallowed hard and stopped herself from the dreaded thoughts of a child’s death. She did not have the strength for that topic.
“Milan,” Andre grabbed her hands in his. She felt the warm energy transfer from him and she looked up allowing her heart to beat uncontrollably as Andre made it do recently. His blue eyes were like a hot summer day at the beach, the water blue and icy cold but it felt warm and inviting.
“I can’t imagine my life with anyone but you. You make me want to be a better man, all these years I finally understood why it was you who stayed around, all these other women threw themselves at me, but you always made me chase you. Nothing I did impressed you unless it was something that made me better. I’ve never met a woman like you before and I know I never will. So, when I ask you to be mine, I don’t mean like a girl I keep around my arm and fuck from time to time; I want you to be the only woman I keep on my arm and a girl who I don’t just fuck but I make love to. I made love to you last night and that was the first time in my life I felt what true love feels like... I’ve been asking for a family and for true love and all this time it was right under my nose. I knew you’d be the one for me but I didn’t know how it would happen.”
“I love you.” Milan said after a long moment of silence. She pulled her arms up so that he’d tower over her as she sat at the stool. She pulled him close and they kissed.
She felt a hot burst between her thighs and knew what they’d have to do. She slipped her hand away from his and started tugging at the waist of his briefs. He stuck his tongue into her mouth and pressed his body in between her legs.
“You want to fuck me or make love?” Milan asked pushing herself off the stool so that they’d be face to chin.
“I want to fuck you right now. We’ll make love later.” He said placing his hand under her arms and hauling her up on top of the counter top. She giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist. He palmed her ass as she rubbed and rotated against the crotch of his briefs.
He pulled the silk tie around her robe to expose her naked body beneath. His insides went wild as he remembered the way he made her jerk, move and scream the night before. He was ready to do it again. He placed a gentle hand on her clitoris and rubbed slowly in a circular motion.
Francois suddenly reappeared from the pantry where he had been rummaging through boxes to find the spices he was looking for. From his view he could only see Milan’s head leaned back while the robe covered any view of her body from the back.
“Oh my, I’m sorry sir!” He quickly apologized before turning around and shutting his eyes tightly. Milan quickly closed up the front of her robe and turned to him.
“No, no, it’s our fault. We had no right to do that with someone here.” Milan apologized and Andre nodded in full agreement.
“What the lady said. We were just discussing baby things and it got a little out of hand.”
“I get it. When me and my wife were having our first child we... Re-enacted the baby making process a few times ourselves.” He shared, making them all laugh nervously and awkwardly.
“So, what is your answer, Milan?”
“I’ll have to think about it.” Milan said pulling his face to hers, “but it’ll be an easier decision with some convincing.”
Francois smiled and made his way to the cupboard again. Milan took steps backwards and smirked at him as she headed to the bedroom. Andre took a deep breath and excited himself. He knew what that face meant.
“Hey, Francois. I’ll be back... Don’t burn the house down.” He said quickly rushing from the counter to Milan in the bedroom. Francois laughed and pulled out a pair of sound canceling earplugs from his jacket pocket. He was always prepared to block out the disturbing noises Andre and his female companions made in the bedroom.
Andre pushed the bedroom door open and dropped his jaw as he stared at the curvy beauty in front of him. She took slow steps to lean back onto the bed and widened her legs as she sat up on her elbows.
“So what were you saying, Daddy?” She cooed seductively. Andre felt a sudden rush of blood to his extended member and he growled low. He took steps to Milan and lifted her up by hooking his arms around her thighs.
“Ah!” She shrieked as he wrapped her legs around his head and held her up. She gripped onto the back of his head with all of her might. She was both afraid to fall and stimulated by his tongue.
He began flicking his tongue back and forth against her clit. His expertise at this motion sent tiny shivers down her spine. She giggled and ran her fingers through his hair. He slowly lowered her back down onto the bed and unhooked one of his arms around her thigh to finger her.
He slid a long finger into her wet opening and made tiny circles with his tongue on her clit as he pressed his finger up into her. She felt him hit her g-spot and she arched her back. It was incredible. She felt a rush up her and as he sped up she felt tears coming out of her eyes. She felt seconds away from an orgasm. That was when Andre stopped.
“Andre...” She whined looking down at him and resenting the smirk on his face. He towered over her and leaned across her. He tapped his penis on her clit and watched as she squirmed. All she wanted was to feel him fill her insides.
“Call me daddy again.” He said. He was never into that but when Milan said it, it drove him wild.
“Fuck me, Daddy.” She said in a throaty moan. He plunged into her with his hard cock. She was wet enough for it to slip in easily. She gasped for air as he filled her and hit her g-spot perfectly. She dug her nails into his back as he took long, deep strokes into her.
“You like that, huh?” He said trying to distract himself from cumming. Milan was for some reason his ultimate weakness. He could orgasm after only a minute in this girl. She nodded, unable to speak or make any noise that wasn’t a pleasurable moan. He smirked and lifted her leg from his side. He took her leg and placed it against his chest so that her foot would be by his neck. The angle it created and the way it allowed Andre to penetrate her quicker and easier was the best feeling she had ever felt. She began to bounce back against his strokes causing even more movement and causing the bed to squeak.
“Fuck, Milan, I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.”
“Go ahead!” She shrieked on the verge of an orgasm herself. They began to pound against each other aggressively. Their skin slapped against each other and before they could pull apart they were colliding again.
They simultaneously released and their mouths dropped in exaggerated ‘o’s. For a moment after Andre continued to stroke riding the final wave of his euphoria. He pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. She placed her hand over his stomach as he panted heavily and he turned to face her: their breaths blowing against each other.
“Milan...”
“Yes?”
“Will you be the mother of my child?”
“Of course.” She said leaning forward to kiss him, before adding “Plus, it means I can call you daddy.”
*****
It was late and Milan had an overwhelming craving for frozen yogurt. She sat on the luxurious white couch in Andre’s living room and stared numbingly at the television. She debated picking up her cell phone and calling Andre to get it for her. She quickly decided against it because he was in a business meeting with his father and she had no intentions of going against the compliments he gave her earlier about being independent. She quickly picked up her phone to make a call to the local Frozen Yogurt restaurant to confirm if they did deliveries.
Suddenly, before she could find the number, her phone buzzed with an unwanted caller’s name on the screen. She stopped breathing suddenly and debated her options: she could ignore it, but that would do no good; she could answer, but that would cause her to go into a panic. She had to face her ex-husband eventually, she answered the phone: tonight was eventually.
“Hello.” She greeted quickly and waited for him to respond. He seemed to let out a breathy chuckle before staying silent. Milan scrunched up her eyebrows and debated hanging up.
“Hello?” She said again this time begging for his voice in response.
“Milan, how’s my baby doing?” He asked. She could hear in his voice that the corners of his mouth was upturned in an amusing smile. She took a moment to think of what motive he’d have but she needed to hear it from his mouth.
“What are you talking about?” She asked.
“You’re carrying my child. I know you’ve had sex with two men at the same time but that doesn’t discredit the fact that the baby could be mine.”
“Derek, we haven’t had sex in... In a long time.”
“Bullshit we had sex the other night.”
“But I’m 7 and a half months pregnant. Your math doesn’t add up.” Milan told him and waited for him to say ‘just kidding’ or ‘yes, I know. I was just being a jerk.’ but he didn't. Instead, he decided to throw an ultimatum at her.
“Are you sure? I think we might have had sex 7 months ago actually. You’re still under the law married to me and that’s my child inside of you. I’ve been meaning to apologize for everything Milan. Please, I just want my family back.”
“Are you drunk right now?” She asked seeking a logical reason behind his sudden pleading for her presence. He chuckled.
“I’ve given it up. I want to be sober for you and my baby.”
“Derek, this is not your baby. I’m sorry we never got to do that but think about it, it’s probably better we never brought a child into our relationship especially since we’re getting a divorce.”
“Why would you say that? Milan, come talk to me. I promise you it’s all different now. I’m ready to be a father and I know now that you were trying to make me see that. I know that’s what you wanted me to know.”
“What? You’re not making sense.”
“Come see me, Milan. I need to see you. We can talk. I’m in front of Andre’s building.”
“How do you know where he lives? I’m sorry Derek but you have to leave. I’m not going out there.”
“I know a few things. For example, I know you’re up there alone right now. He’s at a meeting.” He paused to emphasize the extent of his knowledge but as much as Milan wanted to gasp or start panicking she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
“So, what? You’re going to break in and stab me in my sleep.” She asked sarcastically. He laughed maniacally, practically villainous.
“No, I’d rather let you live, but make life hell for you.” He explained to her. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She told herself not to cry but the urge was stronger than her craving for Frozen Yogurt. Any moment her voice would crack and her throat would get thick and the tears would feel so heavy in her lids they’d practically spurt out.
“Why... Why do you have to do this?”
“Because that’s my baby and you’re my wife. What’s that vow we shared? To have and to hold from this day forward for better or for worse? Well, this is clearly your worst so I’ll use that vow now and ask for you back. Or better yet, I’m not asking for you back I’m just telling you to stop pretending like this is Jungle Fever and get your ass back home where you belong.”
“I belong here now.” Milan whispered before quickly hanging up the phone. She sped over to the balcony that over looked the city streets and looked down. It was a high feat. She couldn’t see anything specific but her gut knew that Derek was down there. She could feel it, stronger than anything else she had felt.
He was down there and he was plotting to make her happy life a fucking nightmare.