All Chapters of HIS: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Standing beneath a streetlight, I glance around and spot a few bars and restaurants on the block. It's ironic that I'm drawn to the corner pub because it clearly has an Irish theme. It's perfect, I think. Just another way to tell my dad and Antonio to shove it. Go mingle with the enemy.Although it's not exactly the Irish they hate. It's the Mennetti family.Before I lose my nerve, I cross the street and walk into the bar, It's packed, the music is loud and the crowd is a little older than me.I make my way through the mingling people who are laughing, chatting and hanging out together. I've never had a large group of friends before, only a couple of close ones at school, and I suddenly feel very intimidated.I force myself to sit down on a bar stool, and let out a breath, staring down at the menu. I couldn't eat a bite, I'm so damn nervous. Alcohol, on the other hand, will be perfect for my mood tonight.I order a bottle of Guinness, pay, and begin my search. Now what? I wonder. Do

At some point right before dawn, I wake in a strange bed and it takes me a moment to remember where I am and why I'm twisted up in a man's big, warm body. The panic subsides when I remember Gideon and breathe in his clean scent which instantly calms me.I can't believe I went through with it and gave my virginity to a stranger. What's even more unbelievable is the fact that he turned out to be so incredible in every single way. I don't regret a thing, but a panic suddenly flares within me and I need to leave.Somehow, I manage to remove his heavy, muscled limbs without waking him and then I slip out of bed, throw my clothes back on and sneak out of the bedroom on my tiptoes. But right before I walk out, I look back over my shoulder and watch him sleep for a moment. He's lying on his back, arm thrown over his head and his angular face looks almost boyish in repose.The sheet sits low on his hips and I lick my lips, knowing what lies beneath it. I'm sore, but in a delicious sort of way.

After my father leaves, I spend the rest of the day scouring the internet for information about Connor Mennetti. I still can't wrap my head around the situation and I feel sick.And not only Connor was my problem now. Now, I have to dress up, and smile prettily at stupid Antonio for our engagement photographs next week. The news of us coming together as husband and wife were circulating slowly among the masses, but no official statement has been put out yet. Father intends breaking the news to the public in a grand manner. Not that he asks me if that's what I want to.I and my feelings don't matter.Soon enough, the next Friday arrives in a whim, and I find myself seated in the formal living room, trying to keep up appearances in a modest blue, light gown with almost no make-up and my blonde hair loose, hanging in soft waves over my face. I try my best to fight the unpleasant churning in my stomach, and the ache in my chest caused by fright of what Father would do if he finds out abou

When Father turns and marches away, I close my door, sagging against it. That was close. God, I can't even stand up to him when it comes to little things like this.How in the world am I ever going to explain my pregnancy?And, holy hell, if he ever finds out that the father is Connor, he's probably going to keel over from a heart attack and die. And I do not want to live with that kind of guilt.For the time being, I'm not telling anyone. It's our little secret, I think and lay a hand against my flat stomach. The problem is I'm not sure how much longer my stomach will remain flat.Already, I can feel the differences in my body. It's only a matter of time until the entire world knows. When my belly is so swollen with Connor's baby then there won't be any more hiding it from anyone.Trying to distract myself, I start getting ready for the event tonight. I've got plenty of time to kill until we leave, so I put in some extra effort with my makeup and hair. Then I choose a dress I've neve

"How wet are you right now?" I ask huskily, fingers working their magic."Oh, God." Her hips push against my hand and she grabs onto my shoulders to stay upright."If you won't come home with me then I'm going to need that phone number of yours." I lower my face and begin kissing the side of her neck as my massaging fingers apply just the right amount of pressure to her sensitive clit. Stroking relentlessly until she's panting and barely able to stand up."Connor," she gasps and a shudder runs through her body as she comes. "Ohhh..." She collapses against me, breathing hard, panting against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her.After a moment, she pulls back and a soft sigh shudders out between those tempting, slightly smeared red lips. I lift a finger to mine and wipe away any traces of her lipstick. Then I reach into an inner pocket and pull out my phone. After punching in my password, I hand it over."Number, please," I say. "Now."She's not getting away this time, so she may as