by S. L. Adams
I pant heavily, my chest rising and falling as he collapses on top of me, his cock pulsating inside me as his little swimmers run around unchecked in my womb. “Thank you, baby doll,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck.
It’s probably a good thing that I didn’t overindulge in liquid refreshments at the wedding. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be sure half that shit actually happened. Gretchen’s pregnancy news, Fitz showing up, me agreeing to move to Michigan with Alex. Not to mention the fact that I can still feel cum leaking from my pussy after having unprotected sex twice.
I slowly open my eyes, squinting as the bright Hawaiian sun pours in through the balcony doors. An arm snakes around my waist, pulling me across the bed.
“Good morning, baby doll.”
“Good morning,” I whisper as I rest my head on Alex’s chest.
He brings my hand up to his lips, pressing a firm kiss against my knuckles. “How did you sleep?”
“Better now that I have you back in my bed.”
“Do you think we made a baby?” he asks gently.
“I have no idea,” I laugh. “I don’t think you can tell that quickly.”
He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs his phone. “When was your last period?”
“I don’t know, Alex,” I sigh. “Why?”
“I want to figure out if you’re ovulating.”
“You’re really serious about this baby thing.”
“Yes. I’m thirty-three. I want a big family and I don’t want to be too old to do stuff with my kids.”
“Let’s see. It was a few days before I flew out to San Francisco. So I guess maybe two weeks ago.”
“How long is your cycle?” he asks as taps information into his phone.
“It’s usually twenty-eight days and I’m pretty regular.”
“Okay. You’ve probably already ovulated but I think we should do it again anyway. It might not be too late.”
“How romantic,” I snort when he climbs on top of me.
He plants a chaste kiss on my lips while his hand slips between my legs. “My baby doll is always wet for me.”
I shift underneath him, arching my back as he thrusts into me. He pushes my legs up on his shoulders and pounds me like there’s no tomorrow. “Oh fuck!” I yell as he reaches down and flicks my clit while he thrusts hard and fast. I have two orgasms before he climaxes, unloading another round of semen into my unprotected womb.
“I’ll put the coffee on,” I call through the bathroom door to Alex.
“Okay. I’ll be right down.”
I head down the stairs. Sun drenches the two-storey living room, the house as quiet as a church. Everyone must still be sleeping. It was pretty late when we got in from the wedding. Blake and Gretchen are gone to a hotel to start their honeymoon. We have one day left in Hawaii and then it’s back home tomorrow. Home. To Michigan with Alex. The thought brings a flood of warmth through my chest. I will have to go to New York first and pack up my stuff that is still at Fitz’s brownstone. What if I actually got pregnant last night, or this morning? I shake my head. Crazy shit.
I turn on the Keurig and pull two mugs from the cupboard. I’m grabbing the cream from the fridge when the doorbell rings. Who would be coming to the door of our rented beach house?
I glance toward the glass door. A woman is standing there staring in. The door affords no privacy and I know she can see me. I walk over and open the door a crack.
“Can I help you?” I ask.
Her face is plastered in a phony smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. She has long brown hair pulled up into a tight bun and a thick layer of makeup on her oval-shaped face. The woman scowls down at me, all pretenses of friendliness off the table. She must be at least six feet, if not taller.
“I’m looking for Alex,” she says, narrowing her eyes at me.
“Um. Ok. Who are you?”
“I’m his wife.”
Chapter 32
Shelby
I open my mouth but no words come out.
“And you must be the little whore that he’s been fucking behind my back,” she says. “Did you know he was married, you little trollop?”
“He divorced you,” I say in a shaky voice.
“Is that what he told you?” She laughs wickedly, sending a shiver down my spine.
Alex comes up behind me, prying the door from my grip and opening it wider. “What the fuck are you doing here, Lucinda?”
“I came to attend a wedding with my husband,” she says as if that should be obvious.
“You weren’t invited, Lucy,” Alex says in a soft voice.
“Why?” Her voice is whiny and childlike. A drastic switch from the shrill tone she used to address me a moment ago.
“Go inside, Shelby. I need to deal with this.” Alex puts his hand on my back and gives me a gentle push into the house before stepping onto the porch and closing the door behind him.
I stand in the middle of the living room, my mind reeling as I watch them through the glass, my feet rooted to the floor. They must be talking quietly as I can’t make out anything they're saying. Now he’s giving her a hug. What the fuck? Then she walks away and Alex comes back inside. I don’t like what I see on his face. Not one bit. Guilt.
“Are you still married to her, Alex?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. My stomach churns, bile rising to my throat as I wait for him to answer.
He sighs heavily and scrubs his hand over his face. “Yes. She’s been contesting the divorce and it’s taking a long time to get it finalized.”
It’s suddenly very hot in the room despite the fact that it’s air conditioned and a massive ceiling fan is blowing on me. My legs feel like jelly as I sink down on the orange leather sofa. “How could you keep that from me?” I manage to squeak out.
“Cause it’s not a big deal. We have a hearing at the end of April. My lawyer says it will be finalized that day. Lucinda is out of time and tactics to stall any further.”
“You didn’t think it was a big deal that you’re still fucking married?!” Anger fuels me out of my shocked state. I fly off the couch and start pacing.
“Calm down, Shelby.”
“Calm down?” I scream. “You asked me to move to Michigan and have your baby! And you’re married!” Holy fuck. What have I done? I could be pregnant. I had unprotected sex with a married man.
“Please,” he pleads coming toward me. “Baby doll, just hear me out.”
I back away, shaking my head. “Don’t come near me.”
“Shelby, please just sit down so we can talk this out.”
“I need some air,” I choke out.
“Ok, let’s go for a walk on the beach,” he suggests holding out his hand.
“No, Alex. I need time alone.”
I storm down the beach in a blind rage. How could he do this? The one thing that was keeping me from rekindling our relationship was lack of trust. And the minute I let go of the past hurts at his hands, I get sucker punched again.
What the fuck am I going to do now? I can’t move to another state to be with a married man. And what if I got pregnant last night? Oh my God. How could I be so stupid?
Why didn’t he just tell me his divorce wasn’t final? I would have understood. But would I have been so willing to sleep with him? Who am I kidding? Nothing short of a asteroid hitting earth would have stopped us from fucking each others brains out. However, I would have drawn the line at the sex without a condom. And I wouldn’t have agreed to move to Michigan. I probably would have told him to call me when he was free. Which is exactly why he kept his marital status a secret. He knew he might lose me if we parted ways after the trip. His heart was in the right place. But how can I trust him after he kept something like that from me? If I end things with him, it will tear me apart. I can’t fathom going back to my lonely life in New York. Maybe I should at least hear him out before I put the kibosh on a future with the only man I’ve ever loved.
I have no idea how far I’ve walked from the beach house. Th
e ocean is rough today, big waves crashing in as a cool wind picks up, flinging my hair in my face. It looks like it might start raining any second. I wish I had a jacket. I turn around to head back in the direction of the house. As I round a bend in the beach, I notice someone walking towards me. A woman. I squint in the disappearing sunlight. Is it Claire? Nope. Too tall. A prickle of fear creeps up my spine as she gets closer. It’s Alex’s wife.
“Hello, Shelby,” she says smiling sweetly.
“Um. Hello, Lucinda,” I say as I start to walk past her. I’m not in the mood for another confrontation with this woman right now.
“You’re not going anywhere,” she says, grabbing my arm forcefully.
“Let go of me,” I yell, yanking my arm from her tight grip.
“Listen, you little bitch. You better do as I say.” She reaches inside her jacket and pulls out a shiny silver handgun.
My heart pounds in my ears, my legs unable to move as I stare at the piece of metal in her hand. Swallowing hard, I stare up at her. Her eyes are cold and devoid of any emotion.
“What do you want?” I ask, my voice trembling.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” she growls. “Now walk!”
Somehow, I put one foot in front of the other and walk to Lucinda’s car with her gun pointed at my back.
“Get in the driver's seat,” she orders when we reach the silver Honda that she apparently either rented or stole. Not that it really matters at this moment. I’m about to die.
She climbs in the backseat, keeping her little gun aimed at me. “Drive!”
“Where are we going?” I ask as I put the car in drive and navigate it out of the parking lot.
“Just follow my directions, tramp!”
I drive into downtown Oahu, my hands trembling on the steering wheel as Alex’s clearly crazy wife shouts out directions. My brain goes into overdrive. What do they tell you to do if you are carjacked? I have no idea because I never drive anywhere. I live in New York City. So I didn’t spend a lot of time thinking about what I’d do if I found myself in this predicament. I’ve only had my driver’s license for two years. After Fitz suffered a mild heart attack, he decided that it would be beneficial for me to learn to drive in case he couldn’t.
“Turn right into that parking lot,” she snaps.
I look at the sign in front of the tall, red brick building next to the lot. “We’re going to the hospital?”
“Shut up and park the car. No questions!”
After I park the car, she climbs out of the backseat and pulls me out of the driver's seat. “Do as I say and don’t even think about trying anything funny. Understand?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Walk!”
We head through the main entrance. Lucinda walks a couple steps behind me and nudges me toward the elevators. She pauses to glance at the directory on the wall and then shoves me into the empty elevator. We stop at two floors and pick people up. She stands next to me in the back corner, so close that I can smell her strong vanilla perfume.
When the doors open, my eyes go immediately to the picture of a baby on the wall with the words, Maternal Child Unit above it. Why the hell are we on the maternity ward? I look over my shoulder at my kidnapper, my blood turning to ice with the realization that Alex’s wife is mentally ill. There’s a very good chance I might die today.
She stares at me for a moment, her cold blue eyes flashing with anger. Then she grabs me by the arm and drags me to the desk. “We need a gynecologist right now,” she says to the nurse.
The woman stares at Lucinda before turning her attention to me. “Are you in medical distress? Because if it isn’t an emergency, you need an appointment.” She glares over her glasses at Lucinda.
“It’s an emergency. I need a gynecologist and an operating room and I need it now!” She opens her coat and shows the nurse her gun.
“Okay okay. I’ll page the doctor,” the nurses stutters as she grabs the phone.
“Put that phone down,” Lucinda growls under her breath. “Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”
The nurse sets the phone back on the receiver and stares at Lucinda with wide eyes.
“Take me to one that’s already on the floor,” Lucinda orders.
A million thoughts filter through my head as I walk down the long corridor beside the nurse, with Lucinda right behind us. I have no idea what she is doing. None of this makes any sense. If she wants to kill me, why is she doing it on the maternity ward? And why does she want a doctor and an operating room?
The nurse swipes her badge, allowing a set of doors to open. She leads us down a long concrete hallway that reeks of antiseptic. The operating rooms are all dark. We only encounter one nurse on our way to our destination. She gives us a strange look but continues on. I realize that it's Sunday and there probably aren’t many surgeries taking place today.
The nurse taps on a partially open door. “Dr. Grieco, can I speak with you for a moment?” Her voice is shaking as she pushes the door open.
A tall, Italian God rises from his desk. Well over six feet, black hair, flawless olive skin and rippling biceps are just a few of the things I notice. His wrinkled green hospital scrubs match the tired look on his face. Kind brown eyes take in the group of people invading his office.
“What’s going on, Greta?” His voice his deep but very smooth.
Lucinda pushes forward and pulls the gun out from where she's been hiding it under her coat. “I need you to perform a surgery.”
Dr. Grieco's eyes go wide at the site of the gun. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing under the thin skin of long neck. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“I. Need. You. To. Do. Surgery.” Lucinda waves the gun in his face.
Dr. Grieco licks his lips and narrows his eyes. “Who needs surgery?”
“This little whore,” she replies shoving me toward the hot doctor.
He studies me for a moment, his eyes scanning my body before locking with mine. I can’t believe how calm he is. Does he not realize there’s a nutbar with a gun in his office?
“What kind of surgery does she need?” he asks without breaking eye contact with me.
“A hysterectomy.”
Holy fuck. That’s what this is all about? She brought me to a hospital to have my uterus removed? She’s certifiable. Fucking nuts.
Dr. Grieco rubs his chin between his thumb and index finger. “Would you like to make an appointment to see me in my office next week for a consult?”
“No!” Lucinda shouts. “I want you to do to it today. Right now.”
There’s no way this guy is going to do this. She’s going to kill us all. The reality of the situation begins to sink in. My legs go weak as sweat pours down my spine. I lower myself into a chair, my breaths coming out in rapid gasps.
“Why does this young lady need a hysterectomy?” Dr. Grieco asks, his voice calm and steady.
“Because she’s been fucking my husband. And if you take out her womb, he won’t want her anymore. Plain and simple.”
Dr. Grieco sits on the edge of his desk and rubs the back of his head. “I can’t perform an unnecessary surgery. It would be unethical.”
“Really?” Lucinda snorts. “Since I’m the one holding the gun, I guess you don’t really have a say, now do you?”
“Why don’t you take a seat and tell me a little more?” Dr. Grieco suggests.
Oh. He’s good. He winks at me when Lucinda isn’t looking. I still can’t believe how calm he is. He’s going to try and talk her down off the edge. I glance up at the nurse. She’s leaning against the wall with her eyes pointed up at the ceiling in some kind of silent prayer.
“What’s your name?” Dr. Grieco asks, studying Lucinda.
“Lucy,” she replies.
“Okay, Lucy. Tell me what brought you here today.” His voice is smooth, with just a hint of an Italian accent.
“I told you. I want you to take her womb so my husband won’t want her anymore. He’ll
drop her like a piece of trash, just like he did to me.” She pauses and glares at me. “I fucking hate you. You ruined my marriage. Even before Alex found out I couldn’t have kids. I couldn’t figure out why he was distant. All I ever wanted was for him to love me. I promised him a big family because I knew that's what he wanted. I figured by the time he found out I didn’t have a uterus, he would have fallen in love with me and we could adopt or something. Then he got obsessed with your YouTube channel. He watched it all the time. He said he wanted us to travel the world and that's why he liked it. I didn’t think much about it at first. It was a distraction for him and a break from his obsession about getting me pregnant. Then one day I was in the kitchen and I overhead you say something in the video he was watching. You mentioned something about how you worked as a lifeguard at a resort in Montana. And I started to piece it together. He wasn’t watching your videos because he wanted to travel. He was watching them because he knew you!”
My throat goes dry at her revelation as my hopes of surviving plummet. Dr. Grieco isn’t going to be able to talk her out of this and I know he’s not going to cut me open. So we are all going to die right here in this office.
“As soon as he went to work the next morning, I went through all his stuff. And guess what I found?”
I stare at the concrete floor, counting the tiny cracks as silence envelops the room.
“Look at me, you fucking cunt!”
I turn my head and look at her. Her eyes are wild, flashing with anger.
“Do you know what I found?”
I shake my head.
“I found pictures of you and him together! My husband was pining away for his long lost love. Do you know how that made me feel? To know that he probably never loved me? And then I came to Hawaii to try and reconcile with him before our divorce is final, and guess what I saw when I got here? You! He brought you to the fucking wedding.”
“He didn’t bring me. I was the Maid of Honour. Gretchen is my best friend.”
“How convenient,” she snarls. “A happy little reunion. So sweet it makes me wanna vomit.”