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"I'm sorry." He says, dropping his hand. "I have a blood test kit in my office, and I would like you to, please, accompany me there. Blood tests are the best way to determine pregnancy and how far along you are if you are pregnant." His tone is professional and void of emotion now. I sigh and walk ahead of him towards his office. He does not even believe that I am pregnant. Has he lost all trust in me? I do not think this is fair at all, but I am happy to do the blood test as at least then he will see reality for what it is.
CHAPTER12
LENNOX
Iload the blood test onto the system and wait for the results, feeling irritated and anxious. We are sitting tensely in my office. "It will not take long," I say. "I know," Emma replies and our conversation seems to end there.
After what feels like forever my computer beeps, and I sigh.
"Pregnant," I say. "Shit."
"I know." She says again. I guess she is not really sure what else to say at this point. Now I know. I can no longer deny it or pretend otherwise.
We need to discuss everything, but neither of us knows where to start.
"Whatever you decide, I will support you. Anything you need, I will be there as a father." I keep my eyes averted as I speak, unable to look at her because I don't want her to see the world of emotions I am battling with. I can see she is battling with her own.
"I appreciate that, Lennox. We should speak about - "She starts to speak, but I interrupt her.
"There is nothing more to speak about now."
I stand up, ready to usher her out of my office. I need to think. But she does not move. "We need to speak about us." She insists.
"There is nothing to discuss, Emma." I huff in annoyance. Still, she does not budge. I can see I'm going to have to drag her out of here if I want her to leave and I really want her to leave so that I can think clearly.
Just being this close to her is difficult because I am so angry yet so drawn to her.
I stand over her, glaring down at her. "Emma," I warn.
"I want to talk, Lennox. I am not leaving until - "
Suddenly my lips are on hers and I am pulling her close to me. Overwhelmed by the news, her scent, and her beauty, I spin her around and lift her onto my desk, maneuvering myself between her legs, and pulling her hair back to tilt her face up towards mine.
I can see I have taken her completely by surprise and I kiss her again. Unable to stop, she hesitates then I feel her melt into my arms.
We want to be together. I know this. I want her and she wants me. Everything is just so damn complicated.
She wraps her arms around my waist, and I press my body against hers. I feel her warmth and she can feel how hard my cock is. She unbuttons my pants and pulls them down; I slide hers off her, dropping them to the floor. I press my cock against her naked flesh, teasing her pussy.
I want her so badly. I bury my face into her neck, breathing the scent of her skin as I gently push my cock into her pussy. I can feel her stretch open as I fill her up. I growl softly, knowing my receptionist is just on the other side of that closed door.
I grip her ass and thrust into her harder. Then I pull out and her eyes widen when I leave her empty, begging for me - I thrust in again.
Her eyes are filled with emotion and the sensations are overwhelming both of us. She almost cries out and I growl in her ear "Quiet, sweetheart." Then I thrust into her again. Soon the tension is rising, and we are both struggling to keep our voices down. I push my cock deep into her pussy, pressing against her spread legs; I rock my hips from side to side sending pulsing shivers through her body. She wraps her legs tighter around me and digs her fingers into my waist as her body begins to shudder with pleasure. Her orgasm silently tears through her and my cock grows harder while I thrust again and again and explode into her with a deep, low, growl.
Emma slides off my desk. Quietly getting dressed. my heart is racing, and my head is full of questions, but I am just too tired to ask them now.
She is about to walk out of the office, but my heart pulls me, and I reach out and grab her around the waist, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight for a moment. She looks up at me and I kiss her lips gently. Then I step away and open the door for her. She walks out without a word.
Sitting at home this evening I am feeling very alone. I keep getting up to go and knock on Emma's door and then deciding against it. My heart is constantly pulling me towards her, and the frustration is growing worse every day.
Finally, I am about to give in when I hear a soft knock on my door. I open the door wearing sweatpants and a grey hoodie. I see Emma standing there in her tracksuit as well. "Emma," I say, trying to hide the relief in my voice. Was she also pacing just like I was? Did she also want to talk?
I step aside gesturing for her to come inside.
"I am making some coffee - um - tea. Can I make you a cup of tea?"
"I would love that. Thank you."
