by Kendra Riley
Her figure could start wars, he thought. She had an hourglass body and she wasn’t chubby, but she had a belly that he admired. Her chest was usually covered with her clothes but now she was exposed, and Victor loved every minute of it. It wasn’t just her body alone that wowed him. Her voice was like a song to him.
Nichole interrupted his thoughts. “So, when do you want to head out tonight?” she asked.
“It’s really up to you. I want to give you a tour of the town around eight-thirty tonight because that’s when the city comes alive,” Victor answered.
“Sounds good to me. I’ve wanted to see the city since I got here last night. I saw bits of it coming through to get to the hotel, but I want to see much more,” Nichole explained.
“I will show you everything I love about this city,” Victor replied.
“I’m looking forward to it,” Nichole said as she continued doing laps in the pool.
After about forty-five minutes, Victor suggested they get out the pool and get changed. The staff helped dry Tashka, which took about six towels to finish the task. Nichole took a shower in Victor’s bathroom and he showered in the other one, that he changed in before.
“We should have dinner here, so Zap will eat, and we won’t be walking around on an empty stomach,” said Victor as he wiped his head with a towel.
“I’m fine with that. Maybe Tashka and Zap can stay here together so they don’t feel lonely,” Nichole said, looking over at Zap sleeping on the also sleeping Tashka.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” replied Victor. The two had to wake up the canine and the exotic animal. When they realized they were about to be fed, they woke up and went straight to the table.
They all headed back to the kitchen and the chef brought them salad and dog biscuits as an appetizer and then brought out the main course. Nichole and Victor got filet mignon. Tashka got scrambled eggs, spinach, and salmon and Zap got dried insects on a bed of flowers. It was eight-fifteen when they finished dinner, so Nichole and Victor let Tashka and Zap run around and play.
When they tired themselves out, they were treated with water and they were taken to one of Victor’s guest rooms. Zap cuddled up next to Tashka and fell asleep. Not long afterward, Tashka drifted off too.
Nichole was led back to the car by Victor who, once again, opened and closed her door for her. He got in the car and let the top down. Then they drove off into the night. They first pulled up to the hotel because Victor said there was an issue he had to check on. Nichole said she didn’t mind if he took care of business. He came out quickly and they walked around the city. They took pictures together, and of the city, as they continued.
Her tour ended at a small bar on a bright street. The two grabbed a small table and ordered some drinks.
They made the smart decision to call the limo driver to come pick them up. Nichole was pretty tipsy, as was Victor. Victor suggested they could sleep in his bed since it was roomy enough for the two of them. Nichole agreed it was best and they stumbled up to the bedroom. Since Nichole didn’t have any night clothes, Victor allowed her to borrow a shirt. All he wore was his boxers. They got into bed and no matter how tipsy they were, they just couldn’t sleep.
Their drunken thoughts were taking over, and they ended up inching closer to each other by the second. They wouldn’t speak but they could feel the chemistry between them growing stronger.
Nichole began to rub her fingers through Victor’s hair. He followed by rubbing his hands on her sides. She brought his face closer and began to kiss him. He pulled her body against his and passionately kissed her, making his way down her neck. She removed the shirt she had borrowed from him and removed the bra and panties she wore underneath.
Victor removed his boxers and got on top of her. He rubbed her thighs and began to squeeze them as tight as he could without hurting her. She squeezed his hand to show him that he could grab her harder. He started biting on her neck and she let out a moan. He adjusted to where he could easily slide it in and to him it felt like an ocean was surrounding his dick.
Nichole loved his heavy breathing and she never wanted him to stop touching her all over. He lifted his head and while he was stroking inside of her, she began to lick on his neck. He enjoyed it and it made him go deeper.
She had never felt anyone this big before and she loved every second of his touch. They switched positions and she ended up on top of him. She rode him and moaned every time she came down. Neither of them had felt this way in a long time but it was possible it was just the tequila talking.
Both had secretly wanted to do that since they first laid eyes on each other. They wouldn’t have admitted that on a sober mind. They both wondered if the other believed in love at first sight but trying to find out wasn’t a risk they were willing to take. This way seemed better to a drunken mindset.
Chapter3
Nichole woke up with a slight headache. She was naked and lying next to Victor who didn’t show signs of waking up anytime soon. She quietly put on her clothes, called the hotel and asked if they could grab her things and pack her and Tashka’s bags, and called the limo driver. She asked the limo driver if he could get the jet in place, so she could leave. When the limo driver arrived, Tashka and Nichole got inside and left. They stopped at the hotel and grabbed her bags, headed to the airport, and she was on her flight back home. I’m such an idiot, she thought to herself. You’re not supposed to have sex with someone you’ve only spent one day with.
She silently cursed herself the entire ride home. Melissa met her at her house when she got home.
“How was Brazil?” asked Melissa. “Did you take any pictures?” Nichole handed her the phone and Melissa began to scroll through the pictures. “Wow, he’s hot!” Melissa exclaimed.
“HE is the patient’s owner and I was only with him for one day!” Nichole screamed.
“You didn’t do what I think you did, did you?” Melissa asked, scrunching up her face.
“I did and now I feel horrible about it,” Nichole answered.
“Was there a good-bye kiss?” Melissa asked.
“No. I left as soon as I woke up,” Nichole replied. “He was still asleep when I left.”
“That’s cold, Nichole,” Melissa said firmly. “You could have, at least, left a note.”
Nichole sighed. “I woke up, slightly hung over, and didn’t know what else to do. I was freaking out. I had been thinking of him since the moment I laid my eyes on him.”
“Well, what’s done is done. It’s time to move on and get back to work,” Melissa replied.
“You’re right. I’ll see you at work tomorrow morning,” Nichole finished. The two hugged and Melissa left.
Nichole took a shower and got into bed with Tashka.
That night Nichole dreamt about Victor. “You don’t understand how much I miss you, Nichole,” said Victor as he reached for her hand.
They were at the beach and she was wearing shorts and a tank top. He also wore shorts and a casual top. She grabbed his hand and gave him a kiss. “I miss you too,” Nichole replied with a smile.
“Then why did you leave me?” Victor asked with a frown.
“I just didn’t know what else to do. You’re always on my mind but I barely know you. You barely know me. There was just nothing for us to do. I felt like we took it too far,” Nichole said as tears welled up in her eyes.
Victor wiped away her tears. “I feel the same way you feel but I still wish I could have woken up to you next to me,” Victor replied. “I wasn’t planning on letting you go.” Before Nichole could answer, she began to wake up and the image began to fade. “Don’t leave me again,” Victor begged.
“I’m sorry,” Nichole cried. “I’m sorry.”
She woke up the next day to her alarm. It was half past noon and time for her to get to work. She put on her clothes, grabbed her doctor’s coat, called for Tashka, and was out the door. She got to work and saw Melissa already at her desk. “Glad you could join us Dr. Jones,” Melissa said
.
“Hey,” Nichole responded.
“Another day, another dollar,” Melissa replied.
Nichole walked behind the desk and started looking through the files. She sighed. Tashka walked around the hospital and greeted all of the animals she saw in the waiting area.
“Mr. Barbosa paid his bill this morning,” Melissa said quietly.
“Good,” Nichole replied. “Mr. Addams, I will see you now,” Nichole said, pulling out a file. A man stood, holding his chinchilla. “Follow me,” Nichole instructed. Melissa watched Nichole walk away as if everything was fine.
Over the next few weeks, Nichole grew ill. She was nauseous, and her back was killing her. Although, she felt sick as a dog, she continued to go to work. Melissa eventually convinced her to get some rest at home. It was a fight but, thankfully, she agreed to do it. Melissa brought Nichole food and drinks while she was in bed, but it didn’t taste the same to her.
“Maybe, you should go to the doctor. It doesn’t seem like you’re getting any better,” Melissa said while fluffing Nichole’s pillow.
“Go to the doctor? For what? All they’re going to do is tell me I have the flu. Then send me home after prescribing me some antibiotics or something,” Nichole huffed. Her phone flashed.
Melissa looked at Nichole’s phone and said, “Is that creep, Derrick, still messing with you?”
“Screw him. He knows to keep his distance. He’s not much of a bother,” Nichole replied.
“You’ve been shrugging a lot of things off since you got back,” Melissa said hesitantly.
“What do you mean?” Nichole asked.
“It’s just, ever since you got back from Brazil, you’ve been a workaholic. You don’t go on dates. You’re letting Derrick blow up your phone all day, and you’re sick and you won’t go to the doctor,” Melissa admitted. “I’m just worried about you.”
Nichole sighed. “I guess you’re right. If I’m not better in a week, then I’ll go to the doctor.”
Melissa smiled. “Good. If you’re not better in a week, then I’m going to take you to the doctor myself. At least let me do that.”
Nichole smiled back at Melissa. “Deal.”
Melissa went home, and Nichole laid on her bed with her phone in front of her face, looking at pictures of Victor and her. Tashka hopped up on the bed and laid her head on Nichole’s stomach.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Nichole asked Tashka. “Are you feeling okay?” Tashka just continued to lie on Nichole’s stomach. She sniffed it carefully then gave Nichole a kiss. Nichole thought it was peculiar but nothing to worry about. Maybe Tashka just wanted some extra love that night.
The week went by and Nichole was feeling slightly better, but she threw up one morning. Although, she wasn’t feeling as bad as before, she still decided to go to the doctor. Melissa picked up Nichole from her house and took her straight to his office. The two got out of the car and went in while Tashka waited in the car. Nichole signed in and sat in the waiting room. Melissa sat by her side like any loyal friend would.
After about thirty minutes of waiting, a nurse called for Nichole. “Nichole Jones,” the nurse called out.
Nichole and Melissa followed the nurse to the back. Before she allowed them to go into their room, she recorded Nichole’s weight and height. After letting them into their room, the nurse waited for them to sit down and proceeded to ask Nichole for her symptoms. Nichole answered accordingly, “I’ve been feeling nauseous and I’ve been throwing up. I’ve been running a fever and having back aches.”
The nurse smirked at Nichole. “Well, let’s run some tests really quick and we’ll get right back to you.” Nichole agreed and blood samples, spit samples, and urine samples were taken.
Nichole and Melissa waited for an hour before the doctor came into the room. “Hello, my name is Dr. Banks. We have the results on the tests and everything’s absolutely fine!”
“If everything is absolutely fine,” Nichole mocked, “then why have I been running fevers, throwing up, and aching all over?”
The doctor smiled. “You’re eating for two now!”
Melissa screamed. “Oh my Gosh! How far along is she?”
The doctor jumped back at Melissa’s screams then she calmed herself. “She’s about a month in.”
Nichole started to cry. “I can’t be pregnant! I just can’t!”
The doctor tried to make Nichole feel better. “Sweetie, a baby is such a beautiful thing.” Nichole buried her face in her hands and bawled. Melissa hugged Nichole and asked Dr. Banks if they could get a minute alone. The doctor respected their wishes and left the room.
“Is this Victor’s baby or did you have another one-night stand that you didn’t tell me about?” Melissa asked.
Nichole stopped crying and replied, “It’s Victor’s baby.”
Melissa sighed. “Well, you have to get in touch with him and tell him he has a baby on the way.”
“I need you to find his email from when he contacted me the first time. I didn’t get his number or anything.” Nichole sniffled.
“Anything for you, boss,” Melissa answered, softly.
The doctor knocked on the door before entering and came back in. “We have to set your future appointments to constantly check the baby’s status and vitals. We can also give you lists for things you should eat during the next eight months.”
Nichole nodded her head and went through with the steps. After everything was taken care of, Melissa took her and Tashka home. The ride back was silent. Tashka slept in the back seat of the car. Nichole’s mind was throbbing in her skull, and her heart was pounding in her chest. She didn’t know what she wanted to do, but she knew she wasn’t going to do anything to hurt the baby.
When Melissa dropped off Nichole and Tashka at home Melissa said, “I think you should take another day off and figure out how you’re going to bring this up to Victor. I’m going to text you his email. If you need anything else, just text or call me and I’ll be here, right away. Okay, boss?”
Nichole gave a weak smile and nodded. Then, she headed towards the house, went inside, and burst into tears in her room. Her phone flashed, and she saw where Melissa sent her Victor’s email address.
I have a whole day to think about what I’m going to say. I should probably just sleep on it, Nichole thought. She played a few games on her phone until she got tired and fell asleep. She woke up the next morning with morning sickness. She ran to the bathroom as soon as she could and let it all out. “Ugh, I hate waking up in the morning,” she cried. “Why is this happening to me?” Tashka looked at Nichole and was very confused.
After Nichole’s little episode she made her way to the kitchen and made herself a bowl of cereal and then another one. She wasted the day away by watching Netflix and scrolling through social media sites. Although she was procrastinating about her main goal for the day, the task never left her mind. She knew what she had to do; she just refused to for the moment. What if he doesn’t want anything to do with me? What if he has a girlfriend? Nichole thought.
This is his baby. He deserves to know, her thoughts continued. Her mind was conflicted, and she was talking to herself the whole day. She kept setting alarms for herself to send Victor emails but every time the alarm would go off, she would dismiss it and set it for another time. She decided she would just send him an email after she took her shower.
Then she decided it would be best if she ate before she sent the email. After she ate, she threw up again. She eventually sat down at her laptop around eleven at night and sent him an email that said, “Hey, it’s Nichole. Do you remember me?”
Almost instantly she got an IM from him saying, “Hey, of course I remember you! How are you?”
She was shocked. It’s almost as if he had been waiting for her to contact him. “Um, I’m okay, and you?” she replied.
“If you don’t wish to email or IM me, then you can text me. I put my number in your phone before you left. I was hoping you would find it, but now I’m gu
essing you never looked,” he sent back.
Shocked, Nichole quickly searched through her contacts and found his contact in the bottom of the list. It was labeled, “Victor B” with a heart beside it. The contact picture was one of the pictures they took at the bar. Nichole’s heart began to pound even harder than it already was, but she knew what she was going to do. She clicked on the contact, clicked on send message, and sent him a text saying, “We have to talk in person – Nichole.”
“Send me a location and I’ll be there as soon as possible,” Victor replied. Nichole thought about it and sent him her address. “I’ll be there as soon as possible,” he finished. She replied with a thumbs-up, and went to bed.
She was surprised their conversation was over in less than thirty minutes, but she felt it best to end the chat early.
She went to work the next day around ten in the morning. She went through with her duties and was anxious the entire day. She decided to drop by Melissa’s place on her way home.
“So how did it go?” Melissa asked.
“I’m going to puke,” Nichole replied.
“Oh, I’m sure it’s not that ba—” Melissa said before Nichole ran to the trashcan to throw up. “I guess it is.” Melissa cringed. She rubbed Nichole’s back while Tashka walked in to inspect the situation.
Then, Melissa grabbed Nichole’s phone and went through the messages. “He’s coming here? As in, I get to meet him?” Melissa gasped.
Nichole stood up and nodded her head. “I should probably head home. I don’t know when he’ll get here,” she replied.
“Yeah, sure. Just come back whenever you feel necessary. I mean, you own the place. Who’s going to fire you?” Melissa joked.
Nichole grabbed her things and headed back home around two in the afternoon. As soon as she pulled up, she saw the same car that Tashka had the luxury of riding in when they were in Brazil. Standing outside of the Bugatti with Tashka’s face on it, was Victor with Zap in his arms. Nichole gasped and tried to get herself together. She got out of the car and Victor met her in the driveway. He moved Zap to one arm and hugged Nichole.