****They had both left the café and gone to visit Emma’s mother in the hospital after that, finally getting good news after so long. She was told that surgery had been set and would happen in the coming week. Emma was elated and grateful to hear that. She bid Amy goodbye before taking a cab back to Rowan’s penthouse apartments. She slipped the black card into the hidden port in the elevator that took her straight to the last floor. She entered inside expecting to be alone but got the shock of her life when someone rose from the counter and said, “Hello, ma'am.” “Oh my god!” Emma shrieked, with her hands quickly clutched to her chest to calm her frantic beating heart. “Oh, my, I didn’t mean to scare you, dear. I’m Rosita, the maid”. The older woman explained immediately. She was a middle-aged woman who looked like she was in her fifties, and she had a small, notable Latino accent, as she was small in stature with grey lined dark hair and kind brown eyes.“Hi, my name is Emma smith.
EMMA**I woke up in the morning with the sun filtering into my room, feeling a bit better today with no active morning sickness. I took a quick shower before I got dressed. I wore a pastel grey turtleneck sweater and a dark blue jean, paired it with Chelsea boots, and let my curls free, pushing them to rest sideways. I checked the time to see it was almost 8 am, I had classes, and thankfully the time I was told to report to the professor’s office was by noon, but I had to make a quick stop at the hospital to check on my mom, and to have a quick checkup on the baby’s health, it was Rowans mom that made it a rule and a requirement to have the baby’s health checked at least once every week.I rushed out of my room and was not expecting the sight before me. It was Rowan, wet, and dripping with water. My breath hitched as my eyes roved over his abs that water rolled down from. He hadn’t noticed me yet since the towel he was using to dry off his hair that covered his face.I let out a coug
*ROWAN**In just a week, I felt I had gone crazy. I tried so hard to avoid her, but she was persistent in trying to be friendly with me; it made me annoyed and, all the more, made something in me crave it. There were some times I would catch myself staring at her when she wasn’t looking, but I had to fight the urge not to give in, Not to care.Most times we hardly met in the morning after that encounter, and I like it that way; it would make me care less the moment she was gone from my life. A part of me wanted that child to be mine. Who would have thoughtI dressed up in one of my many suits and walked out the door to my underground parking lot. I rode out and into the morning traffic in New York. I was stressed enough as it is, and it was daunting at times.The realization dawned on me that she was really trouble one morning when I woke up with a hard cock, and the last face on my mind was Emma’s luscious lips around it. After that morning, I saw her licking up the juices from the a
*EMMA**I just knew something was out to get me. I mean, how could someone have such rotten luck?, and that unlucky someone is me? I was gobsmacked when I saw Rowan in the elevator. The words that his friend Keith was saying sounded like gibberish to me; I didn’t hear any of them as my mind went blank. His dark stare, which sized me up from head to toe was pretty intimidating. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, but I felt an inner heat inside me from his heated gaze, and a part of me became hot with a brewing want. Call me stupid, but as much as he irked me, I couldn’t stop the unwavering pull of desire towards him.I cut off eye contact with him, looking for any other way out. I saw a narrow escape when the elevator doors were about to close, and I took it, and I thank God that he didn’t pull or call me back for an explanation. I would explain it to him at home.But god, he must be thinking about so many things; I’m sure he's even making up a scenario in his head that I may have plann
The moment the towel fell from Emma’s frame, the both of them knew that no one could stop this shimmering heat that had been waiting to erupt from them; who cares if they had a parental spat to argue with?Right now, they were filled with lust and heat from one another; all those awkward glances and greetings shared all led to this very moment: Rowan’s hands dipped down to her perfectly cinched waist, feeling Emma’s naked skin.No alcohol, no dark rooms, drugs, or hallucinations to hide over this; they were doing this, and he couldn’t care less, as he was already convinced the baby wasn’t his, so he might as well fuck her senseless since he had the time, and God was she glorious. Her milky skin was more savory and sweet than he imagined or could ever imagine. His large hands reached down to grip her ass, pressing the soft flesh that let out a moan from Emma. “Ahh, fuck! Rowan,” Emma mustered, preening into his touch as he wildly searched for her mouth, giving her ass a light smack tha
~EMMA~It was Thursday already, and a few days had passed since I had sex with Rowan in the living room.and I should have expected that he went back to giving me cold shoulders. We met briefly in the kitchen after I got dressed up for school. He came into the kitchen with his dominant swagger in each step. I had to look away and concentrate on the bacon I was using. We haven’t spoken about it, and I was too reluctant to bring it up, but I had to try. “Good morning,” I started. He gave me a sideways look before he came closer. My ears quipped up when I heard his reply. It was quiet, but I heard it. “Morning Emma,” his raspy voice drawled out to me, and his brow raised in surprise.I started, “I made bacon and eggs; I know you may not want to.““—That’s fine; I’ll eat it,” he called, giving me the utmost shock from his reply. My eyes followed his frame till he settled on a kitchen stool. I was too stunned to speak, squeaking out an “ok” before I moved to the pan of bacon eggs and saus
~EMMA~Raya was a sweetheart and understood that I needed to go since it was an emergency. She offered to give me a ride, and it was one I didn’t take for granted.I entered the car with a grateful heart as she sped to the hospital, giving her a quick thank you before I slammed the door and ran into the Saint Browns hospital. My heart was already in my throat; I felt like I was being thrown underwater; I couldn’t breathe; and my only thought was my mother. I just hoped she was alright. God, why am I always far away when something happens to her?I finally reached her wing to see that her room had been emptied. The nurse on duty informed me that she had been taken to the neurodepartment. "Please be ok, please be ok.”I muttered as I reached the emergency surgery ward. They were still in surgery, and I couldn’t stop the tears that ran from my eyes. Yes, they were finally doing the surgery to help my mom, but I was so scared. What if the time I wasted looking for the money had affected
Rowan’s family’s private doctor arrived at the house in a few minutes, coming with a few medical kits to test Emma, as Rowan had called in a frantic emergency. Rowan paced up and down, waiting till the elevator opened to reveal his family doctor, who had come on such short notice. “Doctor Francis,” he called as he marched to him in haste. He led him to Emma’s room, where she lay on the bed, unconscious and sick.Even though he was calm now, Rowan’s mind still cringed from the memory of him talking to her a few minutes ago, and the next thing she was unconscious, “Tell me, what’s the wrong doctor?” He asked quietly. “She had been under a lot of stress without sleep or proper nutrition. I would like to see her get well rested, but do not worry; the baby isn’t affected but she does need rest.”Rowan should feel pissed about why he felt concerned for work and a child that may not be his, but he couldn’t bring himself to not care at this moment. “Thank you, doctor.” He told the man earn