~Zoey~
My body teeters on the ledge of post-coital bliss and unadulterated shock. My head feels about to explode as it fills with memories of his hinting admissions over the years. I need to talk you about something. …what I’ve done to you. I don’t deserve this opportunity. It’s the least I could do considering what I’ve done to you.
My lips tremble with a combination of disdain and disbelief. I’m in utter shock. It all makes sense now.
“I know...us. Believe it or not, I can recall and narrate each time we’ve made love since the first time. I can tell you every sensation I felt and every expression of ecstasy you made with me. Trust me, I can; it’s tortured me to imagine which ones you’ve shared with Erika…and Jenna over the years. The only times you’ve glided in and out of me without the...feel of rubber was in The Cayman Islands.”
Stenton pulls in a sharp breath, too hard. Too quickly.
“I may have been high one of those days and somewhat intoxicated a few nights, but I recall vividly what we felt like together. I remember how smooth your penetration was.” Then my eyes narrowed while zoomed into his that were now wide. I felt daffy and melodramatic for going there, but those feelings couldn’t rival my sprouting revelation. “Did you not use condoms with me that week?”
Flashes of the ambiance of Cayman course my fuzzy mind that’s still clearing from my recent orgasm. Rapid visions of the master suite catching the fluorescence of the moon when I was able to open my eyes from the bliss I floated in while Stenton was behind me, plunging deep. Or the rays from the early sun piercing my closed lids while he rocked on top of me during a morning greeting. All those times he was more verbal with his ascensions, yet less talkative in coaxing in my ear. Those sessions were far more intense, though shorter.
His translucent fluids are now spilling from me, something I’ve never felt. Then I recall how during those times, he’d always carry me to the bath or shower, immediately. I catch and swallow back the bile that shoots up through my esophagus.
Once I’m able to speak, I breathe, “You deliberately didn’t use condoms. You got me pregnant on purpose.”
“Hold up. Wait. Wait!” Stenton barks then squeezes his eyes as he grimaces. But with each passing second, my premonition gets stronger and stronger.
“Why haven’t you asked for a DNA test?”
“Excuse me?”
“You’ve gone through all the formalities of apologizing to my family and paying them off for renting my *...made generous arrangements to compensate me for my condition, but you never once asked me to verify that Jordan was your child.”
Stenton looks sick. Like really sick. Like sick enough to vomit.
And he does, right here on the steps.
Holy mother of Joseph!
The end…of Love Delayed.
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