The morning came and when I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see that it was already almost nine AM. I slowly sat up and stretched, looking around my bedroom. I couldn't remember the last time I had slept in that late. It felt amazing, though, and I had to assume it had something to do with how special Carter had made me feel the night before. For once, I wasn't worried about anything and I could finally rest.
In fact, when I hopped out of bed, I noticed that there was a little extra spring in my step. I skipped over to the stereo in the living room and put on some of my favorite music. I twirled around, dancing to the rhythm while wearing nothing but my bra and panties. I hummed to myself as made a quick breakfast of eggs and toast.
Today is the day, I thought, as I washed down a bite of food with some hot coffee. It's time for me to take a pregnancy test and find out for real whether or not I am carrying Carter's child. If I am, then I'm go
Monday morning finally came. I got to work and rode the elevator up, doing everything I could to try to hide my emotions. Butterflies flew in my belly. My palms were sweaty and I couldn't stop tapping my toe on the elevator floor. The Winthrow employees that were in there with me seemed to notice my fidgeting, but nobody said anything. We stopped at nearly every floor on the way up to drop people off. After a few minutes, I was finally alone. Come on, Jane,I told myself.Get yourself together. It's going to be fine. Carter is going to be happy and excited about the pregnancy, just like you are. Why wouldn't he be? This is a huge thing for him, too. The doors opened up at the top floor and I stepped out. Cindy was at her desk and she pushed her glasses up on her nose as I approached. “Good morning,” I said, my voice wavering. “How are you?” She raised a suspicious eyebrow. “I'm fine. You?” “I'm okay,” I said
For the first time in as far back as I could remember, my heart hurt. Like really hurt. It felt like it had been ripped out of my chest and thrown to ground, stomped on over and over without mercy. I was nauseous and dizzy as I sat behind my desk, watching the tears as they dripped off of my chin and onto my lap. I should have known,I thought to myself.I should have known that a guy like Carter would have been going around and sleeping with other women while he was doing the same with me. Why would I have ever thought anything different? I could still hear her in my mind. The words of that random girl stomping out of his office continued to ring through my memory, as if to torture me. I'd heard her clear as day. It definitely wasn't my mind playing tricks on me. She had said that she was pregnant with Carter's baby and, despite his disapproval, that she was going to keep it. I wasn't sure what hurt more; the fact that he'd knocked up ano
I felt like a million bucks. It was as though a thousand pound weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. My trust in Carter had been renewed and the morning's mishaps were now nothing more than a memory. Not only that, but Carter had also hinted at the idea of making our relationship something more official. I could hardly stop smiling at the idea that he and I might actually end up together. Jane Winthrow,I thought quietly, wondering how his last name sounded with mine.It has a nice ring to it, I think. Mrs. Jane Winthrow. I could live with that. Obviously, it was wishful thinking. It was nice to toy with the idea of marriage to Carter, but clearly I had a few bridges to cross before that should have even been a consideration. The first bridge, of course, was figuring out a way to tell him that I was pregnant. With renewed energy and a relaxed smile on my face, I went to work. It was Monday morning, which meant that the stock
It was Thursday morning. I'd arrived at work, still riding the wave of positive energy that I'd been feeling all week long. Life was really looking up right then. It seemed like everything was going my way, for the first time in a long time. Maybe I should tell him today, I thought to myself. I felt a pressure in my chest telling me that I needed to do it sooner rather than later, yet... I was scared. I was terrified that it would change the dynamic we'd just found. I decided that I just needed to wait for the right time. I needed to do it right. My secret wasn't going to change in the next few days. Telling him today or telling him tomorrow would be the same. I would do it. I just needed a little bit of courage and the right timing. But it would be soon. I set myself a hard deadline of one week. If there wasn't a good opportunity over the next week, I would just tell him by next Sunday. That was as long as I was willing to wait. I sat down a
After driving up and down the busy one-way streets of New York City, I finally found La Rue. It was a tiny boutique, squished between a fancy-looking Crepe restaurant and an imported wine store. I shouldn't have been too surprised that it took me a while to find it. I never went to this part of town. I never had a reason to go. There wasn't anything in two square blocks that I would have been able to afford with my own money. I parked my crummy little car, right between an Porsche SUV and a Tesla that looked more like a small rocket ship than a regular vehicle. I laughed to myself as I got out, noticing the contrast in quality between these people's cars and my own. Someone is going tow my car,I thought.I'll bet someone calls it in. They're probably thinking I'm going to rob one of these places or something. My little rust bucket looked just about as out of place as I felt. I was just happy I'd worn something decent, which helped
“Are you sure?” Donald asked. “There are other green ones I can show you if you'd like.” “No,” I said. “That's the dress. Most definitely, yes. That's the one I came in here for.” “Well, you might just officially be the most easy to please customer I've ever had walk in the door,” Donald said. “Your boyfriend, Mr. Winthrow, normally takes at least two hours to pick out the perfect suit.” He'd just referred to Carter as my boyfriend and I opened my mouth to correct him. I stopped myself, though. I liked the sound of it and besides, I figured it didn't really matter if Donald thought hewasmy boyfriend. “Sometimes you just know,” I said. “And in this case, I know that's the one.” “You want to try it on, though, right?” Donald said. “Oh, of course,” I replied. “That's probably a good idea.” “Great. Follow me and I'll open the changing room for you.” With the dress in his hands, Donald then turned and led me to
The very first thing I did after getting home from the boutique, was to lay the new dress out onto my bed. I was giddy as I dug through my closet, pulling out anything and everything that I thought would look good with it. Within minutes, I had shoes, panties, bras and every green-colored accessory that I owned, all sprawled out around my bedroom. I realized then, that I wasn't just super excited about the dress. No, that was only secondary. The real reason that I was filled with anticipation was because tomorrow night's event with Carter wasn't just a business thing. It was a real date. Thefirstreal date that we'd ever had. It would be the very first time that Carter would be taking me out as a girl he was interested in and not just his employee who he happened to have sex with on occasion. Needless to say, it was a big deal. Bigger than big. Monumental even. I hummed to myself as I set different shoes next to my dress, trying to find th
It was Friday afternoon and I still hadn't seen Carter. He'd been in his office the whole day. Cindy had mentioned he was swamped with phone meetings, which made sense. The office was almost always especially busy on Fridays, since the stock market would be closing for the weekend and any last minute stock purchases needed to be made. Only a little bit longer, and we'd be on our date. I changed into my dress and fixed my hair in the employee bathroom. I now looked ridiculous, sitting at my work desk in a very non-work outfit. I can't wait for Carter's reaction when he sees me in this,I thought, setting the mirror onto my desk. To pass the time, I logged into our company's website and checked on the stocks of our biggest clients. Out of curiosity, I clicked onto the link that led me to the New York Solar Company's portfolio. It had been a while since I looked into it and was curious how things were going. My stomach dropped when I saw the number
Carter was still inside me as he began to stroke my hair. “So, you didn’t really tell me if you liked this bedroom.”“I do,” I said.“How would you like to share it with me?” he asked.I figured he would try to get me to move in with him. “Are you sure? That’s kind of a big step.”“So is having a baby,” he said.I thought about it. “I think I want to stay in my own apartment for now.”“Well, I can pay for it for now. That’s not a problem. But I’m going to want you to move in with me by the time the baby is born.”There he was with that patriarchal attitude again. “Or maybe I’ll spend my own money to live the same way I have been living, and you can just buy the baby some gold-plated diapers,” I said. I couldn’t help but overdo the sarcasm a little bit.He shrugged, then moved his hand to my shoulde
I hadn’t even begun to drink in the fact that Carter’s penthouse loft had a helipad before my breath being taken away by the sheer size of the apartment itself.“Carter, this is huge!” I said, looking around the place. There was a piano, a bar, and an entertainment center. That was just what I could see from the main entrance.“You want to see something else that’s huge?” he asked. I slapped his chest playfully, then moved to check out the rest of the apartment. He didn’t let me, though. He grabbed me by my waist and brought me in for a kiss.I squealed in surprise. “What’s that for?”“I know it’s been less than 24 hours since I last saw you, but I feel like so much has happened since then.” He kissed me again. “I found out I had a baby, I found out who the mole was in my company, I had my name dragged through the mud in all the tabloids-”“Carter,
The second I was in the door of the SEC headquarters, I went to a pay phone. I was surprised these things still existed.I copied a phone number from my cell phone and punched it in. It rang once before a gruff voice answered. “Who is this?” it asked me.“Carter, it’s me,” I said.He sounded relieved. “Jane. I’m glad it’s you. Somebody else got this phone number earlier and I was afraid they were calling again.” There was a pause. “Why aren’t you calling me from your own phone?”“I’m afraid it might have been tampered with,” I said. “That’s not important. What’s important is that I met with Delaney. Cindy is the mole in your organization. You have to monitor her access in general, but in specific, monitor any emails that you had with Greg about New York Solar.”“All emails are backed up on a weekly basis, and-”
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” said Roger Delaney, President of New York Solar Company. I didn’t know how to respond to that. I just squirmed in my seat a little bit. He sighed. “Look, you came to me, and now you’re wasting my time. What is it that you want?” I gulped. I really wasn’t cut out for this kind of confrontation. “I... I’m pregnant,” I managed to choke out. He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I hear celebrations are in order. Did you want me to go to your baby shower or something?” I looked down at my feet. I was so embarrassed right now that I thought I could pass out. But I had to keep going. I had to. This was the only way that I could keep Carter and support my baby. I looked back up at him. “I’ve also been fired from Winthrow Financial.” He snorted. “That’s what happens when you deal with a snake like Winthrow. You end up knocked up, thrown out on your ass, and the subject of a government investigation on top of
I pulled up the text from Maddy again. You’re on TMZ right now. I tried to put myself in Maddy’s shoes. Every new piece of information in this drama, from the boat ride to my firing to the pregnancy, she had found out by seeing it on TV. I had thought about telling her about the pregnancy a few times, and it had come up against last night, when formulating the plan. Who else did you tell about you being on the boat?Carter had asked last night. Nobody, except... Except my friend Maddy,I had replied. Somebody’s leaking information to somebody, Jane. Somehow, the press or Roger Delaney keep knowing everything about us. Do you trust her? I did trust her. Even when Carter had suggested telling her about the pregnancy first, to see if she would leak it to the press or to Roger Delaney, the CEO of New York Solar Company. I was sure that it would just
I walked into the doctor’s office with a mixture of hope and dread. Hope because I’d finally be able to share the news with somebody else that I was pregnant. Dread because of all the things that would follow. Still, I had to be brave. It was all part of the plan. I had promised Carter that I’d go to the doctor’s office, and he got to pick the doctor. It still seemed a bit too patriarchal to me, but I’d go with it for now. I hadn’t been to the doctor since I had moved to New York City. This doctor’s office was right between the building for Winthrow Financial and Times Square. I could only imagine what the rent was on a place like this. It was late, almost 8 PM, so I expected the office to be dark. It was lit up like it was open 24 hours a day. The receptionist area was like any other, but I could tell that it catered to a wealthier clientele than I was used to. Everything about it seemed to scream “boutique”. I walked to the receptionist and gave her
My heart had been racing just a minute ago as Carter had pounded into my body. It had calmed down as we laid there in post-coital bliss, but now it was pounding so hard that I thought it would fly out of my chest.He laid there, looking at me like he didn’t understand what I said. My breathing had stopped and I found it even harder to speak than before, but I managed to repeat what I said. “I’m pregnant.”He swallowed. “Are you sure?”I nodded my head. “I took a pregnancy test.”I braced myself for his next questions.Are you sure it’s mine? Didn’t you say you were on birth control? Are you trying to trap me?I knew I had to give him a few minutes for this to sink in, and I vowed not to hold it against him that he had these questions.His hand moved to my tummy, touching me through the see-through fabric of the purple lingerie. Then he pushed the fabric up my body, press
After beckoning to Carter in my sexy purple lingerie, I didn’t expect to wait long after beckoning him for him to react. He didn’t disappoint me. He had his hands around me before I even got to the bed. I moaned as I felt his lips connect with my neck from behind. His hands grabbed my hips, roughly bringing my ass toward his crotch. I could feel him getting hard already. This would be our third time having sex in 24 hours, but he showed no signs of losing any of his stamina. He turned me around quickly and looked at my body. I could feel him appraising me, but I didn’t mind. His looks, always so intense, made me feel even more beautiful than his touches did. And, especially in this outfit, I knew he’d like what he saw. He licked his lips. “I knew this would look stellar on you,” he said. His eyes moved up and down, but eventually settled on my chest. I smiled. The lacy fabric was just short of see-through, and I knew he could see my excited nipples poking thr
“It’s me. Open up.” Part of me was excited that Carter actually came to see me. Part of me was still mad that he sent me home from work. Allof me didn’t want him to see the current state of my apartment. It was a mess. “Why should I?” I asked, quickly picking up a handful of dirty clothes and putting them in a hamper. “Because I want to apologize. I tried to call, but you didn’t pick up. I really do have pizza.” I smiled. I could use some pizza right about now. “Should you be seen with me right now?” I asked as I sealed up the ice cream and put it back in the freezer. “Uh, hello? I know you looked through the peephole. Didn’t you see my awesome disguise?” I laughed. “A hat? That’s your disguise?” “And a pizza. Don’t forget the pizza.” My tummy rumbled, even though I had just been shoveling ice cream into it. “How could I forget the pizza?” “So let me in before someone really does r