by Betsy Locke
Chapter Six
Two Months Later
Hayden and I weren't sure where this was going but we both knew that what we had was too good to abandon.
Everyday our love for each other had grown more and more. I saw myself being with Hayden for the rest of my life. How could I ever leave a man who loved me so much.
It also helped that the sex was out of this world. I'd never been taken in so many different ways with the biggest cock on earth.
I was still working at the box company but Hayden got a job at a hardware store as a manager. It wasn't his first pick, but he ended up really liking it. He enjoyed helping customers. It made him feel like he was still making a difference.
My little one-bedroom apartment was getting cramped but that just meant that Hayden and were with each other all the time. Everything was perfect and exactly how I wanted it.
But nothing ever stays the same.
I didn't know what to do at first when I missed my period. I thought that it was just a fluke but after two weeks, I knew what it meant.
A pregnancy test confirmed it. I was carrying Hayden's child.
We had never talked about kids before. I wasn't sure how he would take it. It also didn't help that we had kept our forbidden romance a secret. We knew that society wouldn't be able to handle it.
But how do I tell him the news?
I wasn't going to surprise him or anything. I needed to break it to him slowly.
The best time was before bed after he had cooled off after a long day at work. We were brushing our teeth next to each other in the bathroom he had fucked me for the first time.
“What do you think about kids?” I asked Hayden, waiting for him to tell me how much he despises children.
“I would love for us to have a kid someday.”
That was the best reaction I could hope for. Here goes nothing...
“I'm pregnant, Hayden.”
He dropped his toothbrush in the sink and toothpaste came bubbling out his mouth. He turned to me. “Are you serious?”
“The pregnancy test confirmed it.”
A smile stretched across his face and threw his arms around me. He tried to kiss me but there was toothpaste all over him. “I'm so happy.”
“I'm happy too.”
The End
Story Thirty Seven
Copyright 2018
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Description
Britton tried to resist him all her life. She knew it was forbidden.
Devin couldn't help himself anymore. Britton's body called to him in a way that no other girl could.
Get ready for a hot night of off-limits romance.
Chapter One
“This has seriously got to be a joke,” I said for all to hear.
My mother, stepbrother Devin, and I all sat around the dinner table. My mom told me that they had some important news to tell me.
I was terrified that it had to do with not having enough money for school. I still have one more year of college left. I was so close to finishing.
What they told me was the exact opposite.
My mom tried to explain it to me. “Devin found out that his ancestors are of Yorkshire royalty.”
“What the hell does that even mean?”
My mom folded her hands together. “It means that Devin here is a prince and he's going to receive an inheritance.”
My stepbrother sat there with the biggest smug look on his face. I wanted to slap that cocky attitude right off.
“You guys are all playing a trick on me right?” I couldn't imagine my son-of-a-bitch stepbrother being a prince.
He didn't deserve it. I did!
“No tricks, Britton,” my mom said.
“So what does that make me?” I asked. I imagined myself as a princess on top of a castle getting fed fruit by servants.
“Nothing,” Devin said plainly.
I half-stood up with my fists clenched. The blood boiled in my veins. One more word out of him and I'd sock him in right in the jaw.
My mom put her hands between us to stop us from going at it. There were times when I was this close to taking his head off.
“We're going to be flying over to England to accept the money and I want you to come.”
Going to London had always been a dream of mine. I wanted to see Abbey Road, Big Ben, and ride the London Eye. It also helped that it was the home of Sherlock Holmes. “That doesn't sound too bad.”
My mom stopped me before my mind could wander too much. “But this won't be a sightseeing tour. We have a lot of things to take care of over there and we won't have time to make it a proper vacation.”
My body slumped. I knew there had to be a catch. To be teased like that was cruel. “Still better than not going at all.”
My mom smiled. “This is going to be exciting for all of us. We'll have enough money for you to finish college.”
That sounded very good to me. I didn't want to have to drop out of college and become a waitress. “How much money are we talking about?” I asked.
Devin leaned forward. His eyes almost had money symbols in them. “A life-changing amount.”
“And how did you learn about this? Did someone just come off the street and tell you this valuable information.”
“We tried one of those DNA ancestry things you get in the mail. Devin was interested in his heritage. Once we found out who he was related to we looked them up,” my mom said.
“This kind of sounds like a scam. Are you sure you two aren't being scammed by some Nigerian Prince?”
“It's totally legit,” Devin said. “We talked to lawyers and everything.”
I sat back in my chair with my mouth open. “Wow.”
“Wow is right,” my mom added.
“So when do we go?” I asked.
“As soon as you can pack,” Devin said.
“Thanks for telling me at the last minute, guys.”
“It wasn't by choice,” my mom said. “We only found out everything was a go this morning. Our flight is at four in the morning tomorrow.”
I looked at the clock and it was already 10:00 PM. “That doesn't give me much time to sleep if I have to pack tonight. And I'm guessing we need to get to the airport early so what time are we leaving the house.”
“Probably around 1:30 AM to be on the safe side. The flight is long so you're going to sleep plenty on it.”
I nodded. I could easily stay up a few hours more and then pass out from exhaustion on the plane.
“Do I need to bring anything special?”
“You're going to need your passport and that should be it,” my mom replied.
“Oh shit! I don't even know where that is.” The one and only time I used it was for spring break when I took a trip down to Mexico.
“Don't worry, I have all our passports in a safety deposit box. Now both of you go upstairs and get ready.”
Chapter Two
I went upstairs and checked the weather for London on my phone. It was going to be a chilly thirty degrees. Living in the California sun all my life had made me very susceptible to the cold. I didn't even have that much cold weather clothing.
A knock at the door made me spin around. Devin stood there with his back against the door frame.
Devin and I were the same age and we had known each other for six years now. We were what you would call opposites. Hated each other's hobbies, liked different food. When I decided to go to college, Devin wanted to get a job straight away.
We never got along. The less time I was around Devin the better.
Now that our family was going to be rich, schooling didn't seem to matter much anymore.
“You better pack some warm clothes,” Devin said.
I opened my closet and pulled out a
gray pea coat. “I know. I checked the weather. What are you doing in here?”
Devin put his hands up in defense. “Just wanted to make sure you're not screwed when we get there.” He walked over to my nightstand and picked up a snow globe of New York City.
“Well I'm good here.” I hoped he would go away. I didn't need to hear him gloat about being a prince now.
“You don't seem very appreciative,” he said.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Without this inheritance, you wouldn't be able to finish college.”
“That's it. I've had enough. Let's fight. Right here. Right now.”
Devin placed the snow globe down and laughed. “I didn't come in her for a fight. Just telling you like it is.”
“You haven't got the money yet, Devin. There's still a chance they'll see you're a snake and tell you you're not of Yorkshire blood.”
“I would be a little nicer to me.”
“Just get out,” I replied.
–
Four hours into the flight and I still wasn't able to fall asleep. My mom and Devin were both completely passed out next to me. Devin was even snoring.
My eyes felt like they were bleeding.
I had tried everything: drinking alcohol, putting noise-canceling headphones on, and even taking sleeping pills.
All they did was make me super drowsy.
Every time I closed my eyes, I'd feel like I was drifting away to dreamland and then the plane would lurch forward or a stewardess would come by with snacks.
I just couldn't catch a break.
Seven hours into the flight, I just gave up trying to sleep. I would try to stay away as long as possible. I wouldn't be used to the time difference anyways. We were going to land at midnight London time so I could sleep at the hotel.
Devin stirred awake next to me. “Have you been able to fall asleep?”
“Nah. I'll sleep when we get there.”
I assumed he was going to go right back to sleep but he sat up further and took the blanket off him. “Do you want to do something?”
I arched my eyebrow at him. He had never wanted to spend time with me before. “What do you have in mind?” I asked.
“I brought a deck of cards.”
“Know any good games?”
Devin bent down and burrowed into his backpack. “I know go fish,” he replied, producing a red deck of playing cards.
I flipped down my tray table and Devin began to shuffle the deck. “Do you know how to play?”
“Go fish? Doesn't everybody? “Just deal the cards so I can whoop your ass.”
Devin shrugged. “You never know.” He passed me a few cards.
I looked at them close to my chest. “Have any 3's?”
“Go fish,” Devin replied with a grin.
I drew a card and put it in my hand. “So what's this Yorkshire family like?” I asked.
“I have no idea,” Devin said. “My father didn't know much about his family so I never really learned anything. I'm pretty much in the same boat as you are”
“Well one of us is about to become filthy rich.”
“Correction. We all are about to become filthy rich. Have any Jacks?” he asked.
“Go fish.”
Chapter Three
I couldn't believe how reasonable Devin was being. The plane ride might've been the most we had talked to each other without fighting.
There was still the quip here or there but nothing significant. Maybe we were both finally acting like adults.
By the time we jumped into a cab, I was too exhausted to look at the sights as we entered London. My eyes could barely stay open and whenever I closed them, my mind wouldn't shut off.
I was stuck in a zombie state.
“We're here, Britton,” a voice said.
My eyes shot open and my head was resting against the glass window of the taxi. A little bit of drool had collected at the corner of my lips.
I wiped my mouth and exited the cab. I had fallen asleep but it didn't feel like I got any rest. “How long was I out for?” I asked.
“Only a couple minutes,” my mom replied, getting our bags out of the trunk.
“I'll get Britton's,” Devin said, taking my suitcase from my mom. I wanted to thank him but I could barely think straight.
The rest of the way to our room was one big blur. Devin helped me into the room and in slow motion, I face-planted right onto the bed. There was no use taking my clothes off and getting under the covers. There was no way I was going to do anything else tonight.
Sweet sleep finally rescued me.
–
“Britton, it's time to get up.”
I woke up in flash, my face plastered to the white pillow. Sunlight shone through the curtains and the London Eye dominated the view.
I turned my head and my neck cracked. I realized that I was under the covers and I was wearing an old t-shirt. It wasn't my t-shirt. It was one of Devin's.
Confusion set in.
I looked up to see Devin standing above me. “What happened?” I asked.
“You passed out last night,” he replied. Devin got up and began working a tie around his neck.
“What are you doing in my room?”
“You mean our room.”
I sat up in bed and looked over the room. There was only one bed. “You slept here last night.”
Devin looked at my reflection in the mirror. “You don't need to get your panties all tied up. I slept on the couch. I was the perfect gentleman.”
My blood pressure began to settle. “I'm sorry. It's just that the flight was rough and I was so exhausted. Why are we in the same room anyways?”
“We couldn't get three hotel rooms at the last minute.”
That made perfect sense. I rubbed my eyes. “I'm still so tired.”
“You better get dressed or you won't be ready in time. We have the big meeting in an hour.”
I slipped out of the covers and realized I didn't have any pants on and I remembered the t-shirt. “You changed my clothes?”
“That would be your mom. I was perfectly fine with leaving you in the state you were in.”