by Jamie Knight
“Everything looks and smells great,” I compliment him. He smiles as we both fill our plates with food. I'm actually enjoying this morning.
“How are the dogs doing?” Kyst asks.
Our conversation is interrupted by a loud knocking on the front door. We both look at each other, then at the door.
“Odd. I'm not expecting anyone,” Kyst says. He gets up from the table, and I follow him.
We answer the door together, and my mouth hangs open in shock and fear when Grayson stands there. He pushes past Kyst and walks right up to me.
My ex glares at me. “I know you set that fire deliberately. Pack your bags you're leaving with me now,” he orders angrily.
Kyst looks at the both of us confused before narrowing his eyes at Grayson.
I'm speechless for a few seconds. I quickly recover myself, though. “What are you talking about, Grayson? That is where I lived and worked! I would never intentionally set fire to my house! I have no reason to!” I argue back as I try to defend myself against these accusations.
Grayson takes a step towards me and leans into my face. He's obviously trying to intimidate me like he used to when we were together. I move backward, and he glares at me.
“Yes, you did. Admit it. You set the fire to get my attention because you want me, and you need me,” Grayson snaps. My mouth is open again. I can't believe the audacity of him. “Grab your things. We are leaving now.”
“I'm not going anywhere with you!” I try and argue.
“Yes, you are. You belong to me. You know that, and I know that. So you should be with me and not shacked up here with some stranger!” Grayson yells angrily. I see he still has his temper.
I start to get emotional again. Then, to my surprise, Kyst steps in front of me. He bumps Grayson backward away from me. “You don't get to talk to her that way,” Kyst says.
My eyes are wide. I didn't know Kyst could get angry.
“You mind your own business. You don't know anything about this!” Grayson argues.
Kyst crosses his arms. “In fact, I do. I know for a fact that the fire report says the fire was from bad wiring in the vet clinic. So, therefore, it was an accident. There was no way Mylah could have started that fire, and no way did she do any of this to get your attention,” he explains, coming to my defense.
Grayson is stubborn and won't back down. Instead, he tries to intimidate Kyst by staring him down.
Kyst shakes his head. “That won't work on me. In fact, I think it's better for you if you just leave Mylah alone from now on.” His voice is deadly calm.
Grayson turns red with anger. He raises his fist to hit Kyst, but Kyst grabs him by the arm and spins him around. He pushes him towards the door, opens it, and shoves him outside.
“I don't ever want to see you here again. And don't even think about bothering Mylah anymore because if you do, you'll have to deal with me!” the fireman warns.
Grayson stomps angrily to his car. Finally, he gets and speeds away, a cloud of dirt from the driveway flying behind him.
Kyst closes the door and turns to look at me. “I'm sorry about all that,” he apologizes. I stare wide-eyed at him. “I hope I didn't frighten you, but I couldn't let him get away with treating you like that.”
We stand there for a few minutes. I'm overwhelmed. I have never had anyone stick up for me like that. It is kind of thrilling—big, strong Kyst protecting me and coming to my rescue. But then, his emotions fade, and I see him smile in that reassuring way of his. It's so gorgeous it makes me weak.
Before I know it, I’m on my knees in front of him. His face is filled with surprise as I pull down his pants and underwear, taking his cock in my hand. After a couple of quick strokes, his dick gets hard. I play with the tip, tracing it over my lips like I'm putting on lipstick. This turns us both on.
Slowly I fit his cock in my mouth inch by inch. I hear Kyst moan as I slide his cock in and out. I take all of him, letting him hit the back of my throat. I feel so full of him, and it’s terrific. He starts moving his hips, increasing the feeling. He goes deeper and deeper in. I suck all of him. My mouth sliding easily around his thick shaft. My tongue twirling over his tip. It's not enough.
I grab hold of his dick and force him as deep as he will go. I want all of him. We move faster and faster. I can feel his juices starting to leak out. I don't want this to end, but I know it's going to.
A few seconds later, I feel him explode. My mouth is filled with his warm slick sweetness. I have to swallow and stand up.
Kyst catches his breath before pulling up his pants. “Wow!” he says, giving me that amazing smile again.
In that instant, I know I am completely in love with this big strong fireman, and I don't ever want to leave him. I don't know if he feels the same way about me, though, and that's what worries me.
Chapter Fifteen - Mylah
The next morning, when I wake up and get out of bed, I feel a little woozy. I steady myself and walk into the bathroom to get ready. That's weird, I think to myself. I try to put it out of my head as I wash up for the day.
By the time I am done getting cleaned up I still don't feel any better. In fact, I feel worse. I feel very sick and nauseous. Standing in the middle of the room, I know what's going to happen. I feel it, the churning in my stomach. I run back into the bathroom and shut the door. It's a while before my stomach is calm enough for me to leave the room.
As I walk into the living room, I can smell Kyst cooking breakfast. As soon as the aroma hits my nose, I feel my stomach turn and run back to the bathroom. I hope Kyst can't hear me throwing up. I do my best to hide it from him by spraying air freshener and cleaning. I start to panic because this feeling just won't go away. As far as I know, it's not a stomach bug or food poisoning. That only leaves one thing, I’m pregnant.
I can't hide the shock and fear on my face at this thought. I grab my purse and run out of the room. As I’m hurrying through the living room, Kyst is coming out of the kitchen.
“Is everything ok?” he asks, noticing my hurry.
“Yes. I just remembered I have to meet an early client at the clinic, and I don't want to be late,” I say, dashing out the door.
I hurry into town, hoping he bought that excuse. But, unfortunately, I don't have time to stop and check.
On my way to the office, I stop at the drugstore. I go through each aisle until I find what I need. I'm so nervous and filled with anxiety as I purchase the pregnancy test. I quickly throw it into my purse along with the receipt and try not to run out of the store.
I drive as quickly as I can to the temporary clinic. I unlock and turn on the lights. I'm so relieved that my client isn't expected until later, and I have all the time I need. I run upstairs to my office and lock myself in the bathroom. Then, setting my purse on the counter, I pull out the test and stare at it for a few moments.
“Am I ready for this?” I ask myself. The answer is “Yes. I need to know.”
I take the test and set it on the counter. The minutes seem to drag by as I wait for the results. My stomach turns from both nausea and anticipation of waiting. Finally, it is time. I take a deep breath. Before I lose my nerve, I grab the test off the counter and look at it. Positive, just like I thought. I'm in a daze. Even though I had a feeling it would be, it's still a shock to have it confirmed. I close the toilet and sit on the lid. My fear returns. What am I going to do now?
I look at my phone and realize with a gasp that I have been in here longer than I thought. My appointment will be here in a few minutes. I don't have time to think about Kyst right now. I need to be focused so I can take care of this dog.
I put the test and everything away and walk out of the bathroom. I head downstairs to the clinic and hang up my purse, taking a breath to calm my mind. I am just finishing setting everything up when the client walks through the door.
As I'm giving the dog a check-up, I realize it is more complicated than I thought to keep my mind focused.
I keep thinking about the baby and whether or not to tell Kyst. I really don't believe that I should. I'm worried that he won't want the baby or me. Technically we are nothing, not even roommates. He never asked me to be in a relationship, so we can't say we are that either. I think he is just helping me out of the goodness of his heart, which is what we insisted on. I sigh and try to keep from crying. I force myself to focus on work. I'm scared of this whole situation and what Kysts reaction will be if he finds out.
A while later, I'm just writing out the prescription for the dog when the bell on the front door rings. I look up and see Grayson walking into the clinic. I want to groan. I don't have the time or energy to deal with him right now. I wait for my client to leave before telling Grayson to “get out.” I busy myself with cleaning up the area, but I can feel Grayson smirking at me.
“I don't have to. You don't have your big strong firefighter here to protect you so there is nothing to stop me,” Grayson answers smugly.
I roll my eyes at him and try to ignore him. I walk away to throw something in the trash when it happens. The room starts spinning as my vision goes blurry. I'm running out of breath. I reach for the counter as I feel like I am falling sideways. I have never felt faint before.
When my vision recovers, Grayson is holding me up. “You almost blacked out,” he accuses. He helps me walk across the room and sit in my office chair. I breathe in and out a few times and avoid his gaze. “Are you pregnant?” he asks bluntly.
I can't stall or lie. “Yes,” I admit in a tiny voice as I look at the ground.
Grayson says nothing for a few seconds. With that, the office is absolutely quiet. All I can hear is the sound of my deep breaths.
“Well, you know what you have to do,” he finally says. I ignore him and keep breathing. “You have to come back with me. I mean, Kyst is a former movie star, after all. If you tell him he is going to assume that you only got pregnant because you are after his money.”
I stop breathing and look up at my ex with wide eyes. I forgot about Kyst’s past. What if Grayson is right? I’ll keep my fears to myself for now.
“I don't think that is true. I mean, Kyst is planning on helping me rebuild my house and my business. We have discussed it and started making plans,” I admit. I hide my smile at the memories.
“You do realize that if he really wanted to be in a relationship with you, he would ask you to stay with him instead of your own house,” Grayson points out. It's like he is hitting all my fears and concerns. “I think it would be best for the both of you if you moved out now. You don't want to start arguing about the baby or anything.”
I know I shouldn't let Grayson play on my worries like this, but what if he ends up being right? I make the decision not to tell Kyst anything about the pregnancy yet, just in case. You never know what can happen.
Chapter Sixteen - Kyst
It's late in the day, and I'm sitting in my office. The house feels quiet and empty without Mylah here. I look up at the clock on the wall. She must be swamped at the clinic today. On my desk are the plans we have made together for her new house and clinic. I must admit that they look great. Her clinic is going to be fantastic once it is built and completed with the latest upgrades.
There is something that bothers me, though. I have grown close to Mylah during her time here. I've enjoyed everything about her, including her company. She makes my house feel like a home. If she leaves, I know that all of these feelings are going to go away. I don't think I want that to happen. I don't want her to move out and leave me. The issue is deeper than that, though, like my feelings. I think I am falling in love with her. I have gotten to get to know her as a person. I love who she is.
The house is so quiet I hear the front door opening. I smile because Mylah is home. I get up and walk out of the office. I need to see her, so I hurry down the hall. She is putting away her purse and shoes. I startle her as I grab her hand and turn her to me.
“Hi!” she exclaims breathlessly. Her cheeks flush a little.
I pull her to me and put my hands around her waist as I kiss her. She kisses back with such enthusiasm that I start to get hard. I sink to the floor and pull her into my lap. As we kiss, our tongues meet and twist together. I pull off her blouse and cup her breasts through her bra.
We pull apart long enough to get my shirt off, then go back to kissing. I lay her back on the floor. Her legs spread, and I can feel her pelvic area rubbing against my thigh. I can't wait any longer. I reach down and pull off her pants. I can see her wetness leaking through her panties, so I pull those off too.
Neither of us wants to stop. Mylah unbuttons my pants, and I hurry out of them. An eager girl, she gently grabs my cock and guides it into her pussy.
She is so hot and tight when I push in. I kiss her deeply as I thrust in and out. She is so wet and ready for me. I don't think it has ever felt this good. Her breasts bounce with each thrust. She is already moaning my name.
We fuck hard and fast on the floor. I am crying her name out, too, as we cum.
I hold her on the floor for a few minutes afterward. There is no denying that I am falling for her. What we did just now proves it. This is about more than sex.
Once we are calm, we sit together. I can't wait any longer. I need her to know how I feel. I need to talk to her and see if I can convince her to move in with me.
I look at how beautiful she is sitting there. “Mylah?” I ask. She looks at me with those beautiful eyes. For once, I am nervous and don't know what to say. “Can….I talk to you about the clinic and living situation?” I ask awkwardly.
Alarm flashes in her eyes. “Oh! If you want to stop paying for it, you can. I can figure out some other way,” Mylah says with sadness in her voice.
Now I am panicked. I didn't want to give her that impression. “No, no, no! That's not it at all!” I try to explain, but it is too late. My awkward words have ruined everything.
Mylah looks like she is fighting to hold back her tears. I reach for her, but she moves away. She pulls her clothing on and stands in front of me. I stammer for the right words to say, but she stops me. Now she is crying, like an overflow of emotions.
“I think it would be best if I moved out. I can figure things out on my own. I'll find a way,” she announces.
I'm in utter shock. After a few minutes of just sitting there, I manage to get dressed. We both stand there looking at each other. Mylah is crying uncontrollably now. I'm still stunned.
“I had no idea you felt that way,” I say, trying to contain my sadness. “If you really want to go, I won't force you to stay,” I reply, really thinking that is what she wants.
With tears in her eyes, Mylah runs down the hall. I can hear her packing up everything. A few minutes later, she comes back carrying all of her belongings, including the dogs. Her tears start flowing again as she walks out the door.
As the door closes, I sit on the floor and stare blankly. I feel like I have been hit by an emotional truck. I have no idea what just happened. We were both so happy living here. I thought we were falling in love. That's what it felt like. We acted like an average couple.
I sigh and run my hands through my hair. I need to think of what to do. Can this situation be fixed? How can I do that? I don't want to lose Mylah.
I'm staring off into space, trying to concentrate when something moves next to me. I see it out of the corner of my eye, and it startles me. It's, Huggie, the boa constrictor slithering slowly by me. I stop being shocked and start to laugh. Mylah forgot the snake, or I guess she couldn't find him. Huggie hisses as I pet him. I feel a little better now and can think clearly, so I come up with a plan.
Once Mylah has calmed down, she will realize the snake is missing. So I will just return him to her clinic Tomorrow morning, so she doesn't worry. Maybe while I am there, I can convince her to talk to me so we can fix this misunderstanding between us.
Chapter Seventeen - Kyst
I wake up early the following day but take
my time showering and getting dressed. Of course, I want to look my best when I see Mylah. It's a sunny morning, so that makes me a little hopeful and puts me in a good mood. I really think that things will work out for the best between Mylah and me. Hopefully, I'll be bringing her back here with me tonight. That's what I want, after all.
After I'm dressed, I go downstairs and grab my keys. Putting them in my pocket, I stand in the middle of the living room and frown. I need to find the snake again. I crawl around the room on my hands and knees, checking everywhere. I see him under the bookcase thirty minutes later. I laugh as I leave the house with Huggie and put him on the passenger seat. He curls up. Snakes are crazy animals, but I still smile at him. I'm sure that Mylah will be relieved to have him back. I'm sure that she has noticed that he is missing by now. I can't wait to see her again.
I get in the car and pull out of the driveway. I hope I can smooth things over with Mylah. I really miss her and want to be with her again. The drive to the clinic is quiet since it is only me in the car. It is still pretty enjoyable. I get to the area and park down the street. Getting out of the car, I take the snake with me. I carry him in my arms as I walk the short distance to the clinic.
I stop a few feet away in surprise. Well, this is certainly unexpected. I look around the area in confusion. Yup, I am definitely in the right place.
There is a massive crowd of people outside of the building. That is odd. I wonder what is going on. I move closer and look at a sign in the window. It's not difficult to do since I'm tall. The sign reads “puppy adoptions.” I smile because that is pretty clever of Mylah. Her sign seems to have really drawn in a lot of potential clients.
I adjust the snake in my arms to get a better grip on him. I don't know how I am going to get through this crowd to see Mylah. But that doesn't matter now. I look at the group again, and I'm really impressed and delighted that there is such a large turnout.