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Staring at the paper, it took a minute before I signed it. I didn’t have a choice, and I had accepted that but signing it felt different. Finally, I picked up the pen and scribbled my signature on the dotted line signing over my life to Gianni Meraux.
“Don’t look so sad. It’ll be fun,” Gianni winked, and his mouth curved into a convincing smile that made me believe him despite my reservations.
Gianni asked the waiter to box up the rest of my dessert while he covered the check so we could head home.
Thankfully he received a call on the drive that distracted him from the tear that escaped. I promised I would never lose myself in a relationship again, and that’s what was happening, only I had no choice.
Gianni opened the door, still on the phone, fussing at somebody while I dipped upstairs, dreaming of taking another trip to Chocolate City. I was tired of rubbing my clit and pinching my nipples. It got the job done, but nothing compared to a man’s touch, and my hormones had me craving it in the worst way.
Pulling myself away, I went upstairs to shower, but I couldn’t get my dress off without assistance, so I was forced to wait on Gianni. Finally, he strolled through the door with confusion on his face.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I needed help with my dress, and I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“I appreciate it, but it wasn’t that important.”
“It didn’t sound like it.”
“You didn’t need help getting in, but you need help getting out?”
“I think I grew since dinner,” I pouted because that was the only thing I could think of.
“I got you.” I breathed a sigh of relief as the fabric loosened, causing Gi to shake his head. “Nobody told your ass to be grown and put this shit on.”
“I must’ve looked cute,” Turning around with a lifted chin, I ran my fingers along his chest. Your nigga was often your biggest hater because they didn’t want other nigga’s to see in you what they did. Pregnancy didn’t stop a damn thing. They were staring all night but smart enough not to let Gianni see them.
“Yeah, you did aite.” I didn’t believe his words for one second. I saw the way he looked at me when I walked downstairs.
“Just aite?” I tried to shake away the thoughts, but they were turbulent and stubborn.
Hearing him utter those three words- I got you- did something to me. My mind wandered to places it shouldn’t. I had heard them before from men who promised to do that, but I was disappointed each time. When I looked into Gianni’s eyes, I saw something different. I could trust him, and that scared me. Stress was taking over, and I saw relief when I looked at him. I needed to feel Gianni’s touch to show me it wouldn’t be as bad as the version in my head seemed.
“This got us in trouble last time,” Gianni pointed out, but I needed to feel him tonight and refused to take no for an answer.
“I’m pregnant, and I just signed over my life. This is rock bottom. There’s nowhere to go but up,” I replied, dropping my dress to the floor.
My words were confident, but I was extremely insecure standing before him naked and pregnant. The last time he saw me like this, my body looked different. Not to mention, he could turn me down, then what?
But he didn’t. Stripping out of his clothes, he scooped me up and laid me on his bed. What I thought would be sexual healing felt more like torture. All I could think about was that night. Was the sex this bad, and I was too drunk to remember? If so, how would I spend the rest of my life miserable and sexually unhappy?
“Gi,” I mumbled before finally placing my hand on his chest. “Gianni, what are you doing?” His eyebrows dipped, likely because it should’ve been self-explanatory. “Was that night this awkward or-?”
“In my defense, I’ve never fucked a pregnant woman before,” he groaned, rolling over on his back. I felt wrapped in his warmth listening to his confession. Sex with Gianni was addictive and exhilarating. I’d only had it once and was still drunk, and the idea of not being able to deliver at this moment fucked with his head.
“I’m your first,” I smiled, wiping the fake tear with my knuckle.
“Yeah, you are.” The awkwardness of this moment looked so cute on him. Gianni was always so controlled and sure of himself, but right now, he wasn’t. My feelings for him were intensifying, or maybe it was how horny I was. Either way, I needed him to return to the man I met in The Ferguson.
“Rule number one, I know you think very highly of yourself, but you’re not going to hurt the baby. You didn’t read that in one of your baby books?”
It was cute that Gianni took it upon himself to want to support me through my pregnancy. It wasn’t enough for him not to know. Gi was committed to figuring it out. Another trait I admired about him.
“I see you’ve been going through my shit.”
“This is my home now, right?” He nodded, “So, get out of your head and inside of me, please.” I slid my fingers inside my dripping wet pussy and brought them to his lips so he could taste just how badly I needed him. It was a sure way to bring him back out. “I need you.”
Those words were a definite turn-on. Gianni palmed my belly before sliding his hands between my thighs. He paused, smiling at me, panting for his fingers to enter me. “You need me?”
