PREGNANT AFTER ONE NIGHT STAND

But behind her complaints, I can hear clearly that Anya admires Krystal greatly. It’s like, after being teased by Krystal, Anya is praised. She even admits that Krystal is her role model. I just listen attentively.

It didn’t take long, and I arrived at her apartment’s parking lot. Don’t ask me how I know. I followed Anya home once before. Well, maybe I had some free time. But I was just curious about where she lived.

As soon as I glanced, I already suspected that my job was not just driving her. I had to accompany her to her unit because she was in no condition to do it on her own. She kept rambling incoherently and walking unsteadily.

And my choice was right. I didn’t take advantage of the situation. I genuinely helped her. I don’t want anything bad to happen to the girl I’m interested in. Right now, I’m closing myself off. There are more urgent matters to attend to than my feelings. I admit, she’s caught my attention all this time.

She doesn’t make a fuss, just lives a normal life like any metropolitan girl-hence my confusion when I saw her at the club, alone too.

My intention was, once the issue at the office was resolved, I would approach her without any hesitation. Let her be uncomfortable; I didn’t care. Others might give up, but not me. Cedric Blaxton doesn’t know the word “surrender.” Just because she labels me and gives me condescending looks, not to mention her curt words, especially when rejecting someone. Oh… if I didn’t have a strong heart and faith, I might have committed suicide by now.

I’m half-serious about this.

With serious effort, I finally managed to bring this girl to her unit. As soon as we entered, she started vomiting. It was painful to watch. I helped her massage her neck to ease her discomfort. After that, she motioned for me to sit on the sofa while she probably tidied herself up.

What I didn’t prepare for was her suddenly sitting on top of me!

“Cedric.”

Damn it! The way she calls my name can’t be so casual, right? It’s like she threw herself at me! And to make things worse, she lightly traced her slender fingers along my jaw! My mind started thinking all sorts of things!

“Miss, it’s better if you go to sleep. I’ll leave now.” It’s better this way; I can’t linger around a beautiful drunk girl. There’s no guarantee I can restrain myself for too long.

“Why the rush?” she asked.

I closed my eyes. If I spoke in a sane state, I doubt she’d be this close to me. Her breath was so close, like we were competing for it! Damn it!

“Honestly, tell me, Cedric.”

“After I’m honest, I’ll be let go,” I said quickly. This is for the greater good; I can’t spend too much time with Anya. It’s dangerous!

“I won’t hold you captive.” She even responded with laughter. “Who’s more beautiful, me or Krystal.”

Once again, she played with her fingertips against my face. I had to hold back a groan from all the thoughts rushing through my head. Throughout my life, being faced with this incredibly sexy woman so close, my thoughts can’t be a hundred percent rational. The devil inside me is also quite prominent. If it weren’t for my brain warning me not to touch what shouldn’t be touched yet, I might have kissed those red lips to my heart’s content.

Without restraint.

“You are the most beautiful,” I answered truthfully. She laughed again.

“Cedric, Cedric, you’re good at lying, huh. I’m not mad, you know.”

“I’m not lying.” I swear. Her index finger distracts me! I lowered it slowly; I was also afraid of hurting her feelings. “Now I want to go home. You’re already at your apartment. Get some rest.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Before I could leave, she stopped me again. This time it was worse. She came close, and I instinctively held her hands behind her back. “Anya,” I growled, unable to bear it.

“Let go,” she said with a somewhat… teasing tone? She wriggled on top of me even more, asking to be released from my hold.

“You said I’m beautiful?” she asked again. Her movements were becoming more suggestive, her eyes playfully blinking. Dear God! Remind me not to give in repeatedly. The temptation is incredibly strong! I finally let go of her hands, rather than letting her keep moving unpredictably on top of me.

“Yes. You are.” That’s enough; I can’t be too close to a beautiful drunk woman. The temptation is insane! I might lose control. But before I could fulfill this good intention, she pushed me. This time, she was the one holding me. Her smooth hands, imprisoning me. Her eyes didn’t look away from mine.

I can’t! If I continue, I don’t know what might happen tomorrow. I get up. I don’t care that she fell to the carpet. I hear her in pain, but I’m trying hard not to care. If I extend my hand, there’s no guarantee I’ll free myself from Anya quickly.

“I’m leaving.”

Before I could go far, she shouted.

“Fine. Just leave.”

As I turned around, Anya stumbled on her walk, but quickly grabbed her bag from the table. Not to mention, she quickly grabbed her other shoe. I stopped her!

“Move aside. I want to play again.”

“What else do you want to play, Anya?” I hold her wrists tightly. Her eyes glared at me angrily, but I don’t care. “You’re already drunk. It’s better to sleep.”

“Who told you to boss me around?”

I’ve faced drunk women several times, but none as stubborn as her. Do I seem scared of her angry gaze? Not at all. This time, I dare to challenge her gaze. What used to be somber and lacking energy, I don’t know why now all her emotions are concentrated. And it only makes Anya sexier. Multiple times sexier.

I don’t care if she slaps me, throws me off the balcony, curses at me, or even complains about me to Krystal. I don’t care. What I care about is closing the distance between us. In one bold move, I kiss her lips without hesitation.

We devour each other. While I give in because I can no longer resist the temptation of this woman, I have no idea what she’s feeling. All I know is she matches my every move, not backing down in the least. Damn it!

“Is this all?” she asks.

Dear God! Is there a more sensible question than this? After we’ve been passionately kissing? Suddenly, my mind can’t think clearly.

“If I continue, I’m sure you’ll be the one regretting it.”

“Really?” Anya laughs instead.

“I won’t stop, even if you ask me to.”

What I never prepared for is her tilting her head, as if mocking my inner struggle. “What are you going to do, hmm?”

Her index finger is once again used to trace along my jaw. Anya is such a temptress. Does she act this way with other men too? I’m not sure, considering how ordinary she is in her daily life. Instead of stopping or reducing her actions, her finger keeps tracing, making me groan in restraint.

Damn it.

“Don’t ever regret it, Anya. Never.”