ROMANCE: BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE: Completely Obsessed (Bad boy Alpha Male Pregnancy Romance) (New Adult and College Contemporary Romance) (168 page)

Marcus raised his legs a little, lifting them both off the mattress as he took her into the air.

"Ugh," Teresa bit her lip. "That's it, baby! Harder!"

He pulled her hair tighter, forcing her back against his chest as he picked up the pace, racing his hips now as he fucked her intensely. Teresa's jaw slacked open, her eyes raised to nearly white as every muscle in her body clenched.

Marcus let out a long moan, feeling his own orgasm on the brink.

"I'm cumming!" Teresa cried out, feeling the weight of all the sweet sensations ripping through her body as she held onto Marcus for dear life.

Marcus closed his eyes and let out another moan; longer and deeper this time. His hips picked up the pace, rocking his body along Teresa's as he felt his load race up his cock. He exploded into her with a mighty spurt, feeling himself unload inside her.

Their bodies continued to bump and grind for a moment; Teresa and Marcus just completely lost in the sensations as it started to subside.

Instinctively, they fell into the mattress with Teresa huddling up into Marcus' arms.

He kissed her on the forehead and not long after, Teresa heard him snore. He was fast asleep and completely satisfied. And so was she, but even then, she couldn't shake off the notion that she just wanted more. 

***

It's been two months now and Teresa figured she had things under control. Her relationship with Marcus was steadily improving and he was putting more of an effort to be with her.

Work was always a major priority, but he made more time with her. However, during his long business trips, there was always Simon there waiting for her.

Simon never called, never texted- never bothered her. He never asked questions and because of that, she just found it so easy to pour her heart out to him. He took his time and from what Teresa understood, he liked the way she slowly revealed herself to him.

It was his game really and she was just another player, getting her fix whenever life could afford it. And because of that, she was starting to love him.

She never made an issue about it, but she could feel her heart tearing in two. For she longed to make these men somehow meet in the middle, to accommodate them both because as far as Teresa was concerned, true love knew no bounds. It was selfish, but she wanted them both.

Marcus. The love of her life. The trail-blazing, well-traveled, and soft-spoken billionaire who had made it his life's mission to make his dreams and hers a reality.

And then there was Simon; a bad boy so cool that he couldn't be bothered to give two shits about her.

Teresa loved them both but hated them for the way they made her feel so conflicted.

***

"Fuck me," Teresa spoke, dropping her face into the palm of her hand.

It wasn't the ‘Fuck me' Teresa was used to saying. No, this was a ‘fuck me' born from a sudden wave of guilt, doubt, and regret.

Teresa sat on the toilet with her panties rolled down to her knees. In her hand was a pregnancy test that scored a positive. She had always dreamt of this day- for as long as she was aware of the way her body worked, the one moment she looked forward to the most was the sign that within a matter of months, she would deliver a child.

"No," Teresa grunted. "It can't be like this."

She remained on the toilet. It was a beautiful day out too; the sun was shining, there was a nice breeze. She couldn't have asked for a more perfect day, but even then, Teresa didn't want to go out. She just wanted to crawl into her bed and stay there for a thousand nights, just hoping all of this would go away like the bad dream it was supposed to be.

Marcus… She couldn't keep this from him. She loved him enough to want to tell him everything, and not just about the baby but about Simon too. After all they've been through; after all, he's given her. He had to know the truth, he deserved it. 

Simon… Would he care? How many women have already been through this with him? Teresa wouldn't be surprised if she found out that he had enough kids to build a basketball team with! Women were a dime a dozen to him, and it was for the best. The man could barely take care of himself.

"Fuck me," Teresa grunted, pulling up her panties up now as she took a deep breath and stood up.

She took her phone from the sink, called up Marcus and sat back down on the toilet.

It took a few rings, but he answered. "Hey."

"Hi," Teresa spoke.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't sound alright."

Teresa opened her mouth. There was something else she wanted to say, but she didn't say it. "… I'm pregnant."

… "Wh-what was that?"

She really didn't want to say it again. "I'm pregnant."

"Honey," Teresa heard him sigh. "That's amazing, I can't believe it!"

He sounded so happy, it broke her heart. She felt the small well of tears as it started to build beneath her eyes. Teresa mumbled quietly, ‘this sucks!'.

"Give me a couple hours to finish things up in the office," Marcus said. "But I'm coming right over and we're celebrating tonight!"

"No," Teresa shook her head. "I don't want to."

"That's okay, we'll stay in," Marcus said. "I just want to be with you."

"I don't know if it's yours," Teresa broke.

"… What?"

"I don't know if it's yours," Teresa cried. "I'm sorry."

And with that, she closed the call and put the phone away!

She couldn't even bare to hold herself. This was the worst thing she could have ever done. She remembered Simon and all their nights of danger and passion; memories that inspired such carnal passion that it left her hungry for more. All these thoughts and all these delusions came crashing over her.

"What is wrong with me?" Teresa hushed. "Why did I want any of this?!"

The shivers behind her back rushed to her spine and unleashed an avalanche of guilt all over her body that left her weeping.

***

"Teresa!" Marcus called out, swinging the door behind him with a hard thud.

Marcus promised her two hours. Instead, he came home in twenty minutes. Teresa was still in the bathroom, huddled up inside a bathrobe that was starting to feel like it was one with her skin.

She emerged from the bathroom and saw Marcus in the living room, standing behind the bar as he made poured himself a glass of scotch.

Teresa took notice again of the view in front of them. It was just so warm and beautiful. In another universe, Teresa thought, the parallel them would have spent the warm, sunny day basking in the celebration of their first child. She had to hold herself for how much she wished she was in that life instead of this.

The one she had come to break.

Marcus sipped his scotch and glared at her. Teresa couldn't bear to look at him.

"Who is he?"

"Just someone I met on-"

"Someone you met?" Marcus said sternly. "You meet a lot of people, he isn't just someone you meet. Who is he?"

She hated how calm he was being. Why couldn't he be angrier?

"Simon," Teresa hushed. "We met online."

Marcus sipped his scotch. "Go on."

"It started off with emails, then we started texting and-"

"Cut to the chase!" Marcus shot out, refilling his glass. "When did this happen?"

"Two months ago," Teresa said. "When you missed our anniversary dinner."

That killed him. Teresa saw it. The way his eyes rolled up as his chest heaved. She could tell that what she said really hurt him.

Marcus nodded and cracked open the bottle. He took a seat on the couch now, resting against the edge as he took a swig, feeling the calming burn as it raced down his body and provided him with a sense of bravery he felt he needed at the moment.

"I'm sorry."

Marcus looked up at her and nodded. "I'm sorry too."

They shared silence for several moments. Teresa wanted to be there next to him, but she could just feel his vibes. She was better off keeping distance, which just killed her more because she was supposed to be comforting him.

"Okay," Marcus said, his eyes closed. "But it was just a one-time thing right?"

"No."

"What the hell Teresa?!" Marcus snapped, rising up from the couch with the bottle of scotch in his hand. "See, I can get why you had to fuck him the night I missed out on our anniversary. But you've been seeing him since?!"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Marcus spoke. "You're only sorry because you got caught."

"But I didn't want this."

"Of course, you didn't. But then again, I don't think you even thought this through."

"I'm sorry," Teresa spoke. "I just don't know what else to say."

"You don't have to say anything."

"It's just that I needed you and you weren't there. It was a moment of weakness."

"That you've been giving into a lot."

Teresa turned her head to the side and looked away. It felt like his heart was breaking into a thousand tiny pieces and there didn't seem to be any way she could put it all back together for him.

"What do we do now?"

"I don't know," Marcus said, swigging from the bottle as he turned around and walked towards the front door. "But I've got better shit to think about that this."

He was gone with the slamming of the door.

Teresa let herself sink into the couch. She held herself for a moment, shaking.

Teresa dropped her face to her palm again. She felt so helpless. This was all her fault, she knew. She owned up to it. But not being able to remedy the ache in the heart of the man who had spent the last four years unselfishly loving her, just broke her.

There was no escape now. She couldn't drink, couldn't smoke. She certainly couldn't go off on her escapades with Simon anymore. Teresa had to figure out what was the right thing to do, and whatever it was, she was going to have to do it sober.

***

"A coffee shop," Simon spoke, sitting down across from Teresa. "This is new for me."

Teresa giggled. This was the first laugh she's had in the last few hours and it was welcoming, even though it endeared him all the more to her.

It was around eight in the evening. This wasn't the kind of place they'd usually meet up in. It was the seedier areas on the outskirts where Simon frolicked. It was part of the package and the hint of danger was one of the many things that allured her to him.

But she couldn't go back there. Not anymore.

Simon showed up almost forty minutes late. It was fine. Teresa expected it.

It was a busy Thursday night. There were still customers coming and going while the remnants of a coffee meeting allowed some customers to just have their dinners there. It was a rustic and charming spot in the city.