by Tia Siren
I held back a laugh as I thought about the coincidence.
“I don’t think I can say, Agent client confidentiality and all,” I said with a smile and a wink.
With the worst timing possible, my phone started to vibrate. Jake’s photo popped up on the screen in full view of my current company.
I tried to snag it before she saw but the damage was done.
“Jake? Why is he texting you?”
“He’s my client, why wouldn’t he be texting me,” I said, trying my best to deflect her suspicion.
A click of realization shot across her face, then a scowl took its place.
“How long were you sleeping with him, you little slut. You must be the reason he wasn’t interested in marrying me.”
I picked up my bag and started backing towards the door, but she advanced on me quickly.
“Tell me! You piece of trash,” she said while grabbing my hair. She wasn’t very strong, which was good for me. I grabbed a hold of my hair and put a foot to her stomach and pushed her away.
She fell to the floor and looked up at me with rage in her face.
“I’ll have your job for this! I know the owner, and he won’t let you stay here after I’ve had a chat with him!”
I was already unlocking the door and making my way out as quickly as I could. She followed me, trying her best to catch up, but I was quicker.
I hopped in a taxi and headed straight to Jake’s apartment. He hadn’t arrived back from the airport yet, so I waited in the lobby downstairs.
I twisted my phone through my hands, nervous. I waited for a call from Martin, thinking he’d be furious with me. My head was starting to feel a little woozy when the door opened.
Jake stood there with his bag in tow. I stood up and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around him in a big hug.
It must have been unexpected to him, but he still held me back.
“I need to take my mind off today, think you can do it?”
He just picked me up and cradled me in his arms as we rode the elevator up. I leaned in and kissed him as though it were the first time. It felt like my heart would burst out of my chest.
Inside his apartment, I could hardly contain myself. I was already clawing at his back trying to take his shirt off. He threw me down on the couch and dropped his bag.
I undid my blouse, regretting wearing something with so many buttons on it today. He threw his shirt to the floor and walked towards me while I was still trying to unbutton. It didn’t look like he cared; he just pulled the shirt away and lifted my chest up to face. I tugged my bra off and tossed it aside.
He was like a hungry dog ready to eat, and I didn’t mind feeling like his meal. He took my nipples into his tongue as I worked at the zipper on my pants.
He kept pulling me in closer so he could devour me. His passion turned me on more, and in his impatience, he yanked my pants off. I had almost soaked my underwear through, thinking about his sweaty shape on top of me again.
I shoved my hand down the front of his pants to feel his manhood again. He was bigger than I remembered, and I thought about it inside me again.
He grabbed my ass and lifted me into the air until I was sitting on his shoulders. With his mouth, he pulled aside my panties and started to lick along my slit. With every flick of his tongue, I felt sensations shoot into my legs. I held onto his head for dear life and pulled his tongue into my sex further.
He lapped up my juices and kept begging for more; I hadn’t been aroused this much before that I can remember. I felt my muscles start to tense up as an orgasm wracked me with ecstasy.
Jake could tell as I let out a loud moan. Then he started lowering me back down. Once I was finally face to face with him, I leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth. I could taste my sex on his breath. I wrapped my legs around his lower body, trying to hold myself in place.
He walked, while we kissed, towards the bedroom. He continued to fondle my ass as we walked, holding on tight. I don’t think he could see too well because we kept knocking things over as we went. I didn’t want to wait till we got to the bedroom but I had no say in the matter.
With a push, he shoved me to the bed, and I peeled off the soaked panties. He tore off his pants, and I could see his throbbing erection, as a monster about to consume me completely. I urged him closer.
He fell to the bed and crawled to me on all fours.
“I have been waiting for this for too long,” he said.
He pushed me into the silk sheets and started kissing me up and down. Then I started feeling his manhood waiting at my entrance. I took the initiative, this time, wrapping my legs around him and pulling myself onto him. With what felt like a pop, I could feel the entirety of his member tear me open. I winced in pain, but it subsided just as fast.
For a moment we just lied there, feeling each-others most intimate of places and enjoying each second. But, he wanted more. I gave it to him.
I leaned up, forcing him to his back, straddling him with my legs. Then I started to ride, up and down. Letting him almost come all the way out before thrusting him back inside. He felt so big, and each thrust sent shivers down my spine, and to my toes.
The two of us moaned as I strode along the length of his shaft. It didn’t feel like a slow build today; it just felt like an explosion in my head that traveled down to my private parts. The muscles inside me clenched and started to choke his manhood.
He exploded inside me, and I still wanted more.
I kept riding up and down, as our juices mixed together on the bed. I felt another orgasm take hold of me, and I shuddered but still I kept going. By now I wasn’t pulling in and out but was just moving my hips around in circles.
It didn’t last long though as I didn’t have any energy left to continue, so I laid myself down on his bare chest; collapsing into this perfect moment.
8.
We both woke up at about the same time. My legs felt like dead weight, so I rolled over on the pillows. He laughed, and I did the same.
“What’s the plan for today?” I asked.
“Breakfast, I think,” he replied.
He stood up and turned to see me still laid out on the bed, and something stirred inside him. He joined me again, and we enjoyed ourselves again in the morning.
After the last night, though, I had almost nothing left. He had worn me out in entirety. It was another couple hours before we were dressed and sitting at a breakfast table just down the block.
“Tell me, what kept you occupied while I was in the away games,” he asked.
I stared at the menu and couldn’t think of what to tell him.
“I worked,” I replied, “it seems there’s always something that needs to be done at the agency.”
“Seems reasonable,” he replied.
“How was the girl at your first away game,” I asked, with more than a little resentment.
“She wasn’t,” he said, “she was ready and able, and she wanted to do some really kinky stuff, but she wasn’t you.”
I blushed and did my best to hide myself behind the menu.
“After our fight from before, I wanted to do something crazy to prove to myself that I could, but when the time came I just didn’t have the interest.”
I couldn’t hide the truth from him any longer; he needed to know.
“Jake, I have something rather important to tell you,” I started.
“Yeah, what’s that?”
“I visited the doctor about two weeks ago; I was having morning sickness and didn’t know what was going on. I’m a little embarrassed to say that I’m pregnant.”
He pulled the menu out of my hand to see my face.
“You’re pregnant?” he asked.
I nodded.
He leaned back in his chair and set the menu back on the table.
“Well, no big deal, you’re going to terminate it, right?” he said with a casual attitude.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; he wanted to tell me what I should
do with my pregnancy, maybe I should tell him where he can put his opinions.
“Now that you bring it up, I think I’ll just keep it. It’s not like you wanted to be a father. I’m not ready to be a mother, but I’m willing to try. If you want to go off and fuck cheerleaders, go ahead. I’ll just be taking care of your illegitimate child.”
I stood up and grabbed my things. I think more than enough people could hear what was going on, and I knew I had made a mistake by talking about it so cavalier over breakfast. I did my best to hide my face as I walked out of the restaurant.
At least, he’d helped me make the decision. I didn’t know if I wanted to keep it to begin with, but the idea of being a mother sounded like a great adventure. I was feeling more confident now than I ever did when I was drinking.
I plucked the pamphlet from my purse that I’d never taken a chance to look at in the past. The mothers looked so happy in the photographs, and I wanted that. Jake would have been a great father, not that I expected him to become one.
I called in to work and took the day off. I had a lot of thinking to do and work was the worst place for it.
My phone began to vibrate; Jake was calling. I cooled my head for a moment and answered the phone.
“What,” I said angrily.
“Can we, at least, talk about this?”
“I thought we talked about it. I know what your opinion is on the matter, and I’m going to choose what I want.”
“Angie, I always told myself that I would have a family someday, but not like this. I want a proper family, where you get married, and settle down, get a dog and a house; all that stuff.”
“And you think I don’t?” I replied. “I didn’t want to have kids, but I can’t imagine giving up a child that we made. You do what you want, but I’m done talking about this right now.”
I clicked off the phone and noticed a missed call from Martin, so I quickly dialed him back.
“Angie, where the hell are you,” he said.
“I was out on a date,” I replied.
“You called out today, but I need to talk to you right now, and in person.”
The line went dead; I guess he was serious again.
I hopped a cab uptown while pondering what was in store for me at the agency.
The office was mostly empty today, just a few personal assistants running about and grabbing one thing or another. I strode into Martin’s office, hoping not to be noticed.
“Angie, this is a real mess I’m in now,” he said, “and you know why?”
I shook my head no.
“I got a hot tip from a waiter at a breakfast bar about twenty minutes ago that says you’re having a kid. And, not just anyone’s, you’re having the quarterbacks kid.”
I felt a little timid about responding, so I waited for him to continue.
He plopped himself in his old leather roll chair and reached to the bottom floor of his desk and drew out a bottle of bourbon and a glass.
“I’d offer you some, but I had a feeling you’d say ‘no’.”
He gave himself a healthy pour and belted it back in one gulp.
“I knew this thing would start getting messy. Hell, I got some half-assed threat from Bob upstairs that says he wants you gone. What did I do? I laughed at him. He’s got about as much control of my staff as you do.”
“Martin,” I started.
“Don’t start tryin’ to talk sense to me now. You gotta bury this thing, Angie. I can’t tell you what to do right now, but the way I see it is that you got a choice. Either you have the baby, or you have your job. I won’t let this place become a media circus over your torrid love affair. Get out, and don’t come back until you’ve decided.”
I stood up sheepishly, starting my way toward the exit. How could I choose between one and the other, at this point I wanted both.
Unfortunately, it looked like the media had gotten their hands on my work address, as I exited the building I saw a small crowd of reporters.
One of them in the group looked at me and started scampering my direction. I was too shocked and confused to talk to reporters right now. I scurried to the rear of the tower, to a small service exit, and ran out and around the corner to avoid them.
I had a feeling that it would be just as packed at my apartment, but I felt the need to check anyway.
The short ride back had me feeling incredibly nervous. I had never been the center of attention like this. Normally I was the one on the sidelines pulling my clients out of view, or doing a small announcement for the agency. But, I had never been the center of something so big.
Rounding the corner, I saw a crowd gathered, larger than the one at work. I couldn’t dream of dealing with them right now, either.
I could use a drink.
9.
I had the driver drop me off in an empty alley near Devlin’s bar down the street. Upon entering the bar, I found it nice and empty, save for the usual barfly that sat on the back stool. I meandered to the closest table and sat, waiting for service, and partially hiding my face with my jacket.
The air was full of cigarette smoke, and I let out a cough to clear my lungs. I looked at my phone; it was dead silent. A loud crack from the back room and out popped Devlin; tossing the server door open and carrying a case full beer, only stopping for a moment to hand one to the barfly. With a quick look around the bar, I could tell he noticed me at the table. So, he sat his goods on the nearest countertop and walked over my way.
“Congratulations, girlie. Looks like you bagged a winner,” he said with a smile.
I pushed myself lower into the booth.
“Oh, don’t be so shy. I’m sure everyone will stop caring by tomorrow,” he took a seat opposite me.
“What am I going to do this time, Dev? If I have the kid, then I’ll be jobless, and homeless. Jake doesn’t want a kid, and I don’t want to make him be a father. But, if I terminate then I keep my job and everything goes back to the way it was.”
Devlin pulled off a shoe and started to massage his foot through his sock. I tried my best to pay little attention to it.
“You know, Angie. Being forced to do something that you don’t want to do is little fun,” he said.
“I know,” I replied.
“What do you want to do?”
I thought about it for a moment.
“I want not to think about this, that’s what I want to do.”
He nodded.
“We all have things we don’t want to think about. See the barfly in the back? He’s avoiding talking to his son about becoming a dad for the first time. His son is barely out of high school and already starting a family.
“He doesn’t want to do it, but at some point he’ll have to put away the liquor and deal with the problem, or it just won’t go away. You have an interesting choice ahead of you, and you’re the only one that can make it.
“Still, though. I’d fancy you a mother. I think you could be one of the greats, cause I’ve seen how you handle the people that come through my bar.”
I smiled at the compliment.
“Thanks Devlin,” I said.
Then my phone started vibrating. It was Jake again. I picked up the phone and answered.
“Jake-“
“Angie, I need to talk to you, as soon as possible. Where are you?”
“Devlin’s bar where we first met,” I replied.
“Just wait there, I’ll be right down.”
Devlin gave me an approving wink and returned to getting the bar ready for the evening. Ten minutes passed and the door flew open.
Jake walked in, and I could see that he had some reporters with him. But, before they could enter he turned around and locked the door.
“Hey, that door needs to remain unlocked during business hours,” shouted Devlin from across the bar.
“Just ten minutes,” replied Jake.
He came over to me and pushed his way into the booth next to me. At least, his shirt wasn’t covered in scotch this time.
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p; “Angie, I know it’s only been a couple of hours since we last talked, but I can’t get this out of my head,” he said.
“How do you think I feel, Jake? This decision is driving me insane. And with all the reporters outside, I can’t say no. But, I can’t say yes either. If I have this baby, then my career is over.”
“Angie, I can’t stand the thought of being without you,” he said, “and I can’t stand the idea of you losing the baby, either.”
It pricked my ears up.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked.
He pulled himself away from the booth and knelt down on his knee, producing a ring box from his pocket.
“Angie, I’ve been all over downtown in the last two hours, once you walked out I realized that I couldn’t say goodbye to you again, not like this.”
He creaked opened the small box and showed off a gorgeous and simple ring.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. The burden in the back of my mind dissipated instantly as I looked into his soulful eyes.
“Yes, Jake. Let’s get married,” I said.
I stood up from the booth, and he picked me up triumphantly.
Devlin, the sneaky bastard, had taken the chance to come up behind us and unlock the front door. I had never been in the center of such a media affair.
The next week was nothing but my face in the paper next to his in that silly booth at Devlin’s.
The marriage got him so excited that Jake went on a winning streak, and became much more popular. With us getting married, Martin had nothing left to say.
I could still remember the last game of the season, sitting in the box seat not as an agent, but as a wife. The other players wives had started to accept me. Monica ended up moving across the country, last I heard, she hated every second with her new husband.
We had each other, and in the end, that was all that mattered.
*****
THE END
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