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lena's POV

"Ethan" I say, but get no response.

"Ethan?" Nothing, he's just there. Staring at me. Something is definitely wrong with him, but I have to worry about the broken ceramic pieces on the floor first.

"Look at what you did." I said as I bent down to pick the pieces up.

Ethan let out a groan then he cleared his throat. I look up to see what's he's doing, and he seems to be out of whatever trans he was in.

"Don't worry about that, I'll clean it up." His voice sounded raspy and kinda strained. He helped me get up straight, then he bent to start picking the ceramic pieces.

"Ethan" I whined, which caused him to look up at me from his squatting position on the floor.

"Yah." His pupils looked darker and his voice was deeper, which caused my heart to sort of skip a beat.

"Does my tummy look bigger, or is it just me or maybe a good baby?" I asked, turning to the side so he could see my stomach properly.

He cleared his throat again, then hissed.

"What happened?" I immediately asked, worried. I look down along with him and see that he had a tiny broken piece stabbing his thumb. That's what his dumbass gets for trying to pick those shard pieces up without looking at them.

I quickly rush over to his side and help him stand.

"The first aid kit is in the bathroom, let's go clean that up." I said.

He put the pieces that he managed to pick on the counter. I turned and started dragging him to the bathroom. He let out another groan and I turned to see if he was okay.

I look back and his eyes were glued to my south side. I look down and only now did it dawn on me that I'm only in my undergarments. I turned as I felt my face start to warm up. This is so embarrassing, what was I thinking?

I'll put on clothes as soon as I help him with his thumb.

We get into my en-suite and I push him towards the sink. I grab the first aid kit that was on the sink and moved closer to him so I could clean the blood that was dripping from his thumb.

"Next time you should be careful and watch when picking up broken pieces of glass or anything. Because other times the wound might not be as light  as this one is. You listening?" I asked as I started wiping his thumb.

I look up and see him staring at my boobs. I look at them from the mirror and see that they have kinda swelled up, that would explain the slight pain I feel.

I look back at him and he was staring at me, then he glanced at my lips then back to my eyes. He removed his hand from my hold and slid his hands down my back, my body immediately responded to his touch and leaned into him whilst my eyes automatically shut themselves.

The next thing I felt were his lips on mine. First he gave me a short and light peck. Then he dove right back in and locked our lips together.

His hands started roaming my body, while my fingers found there way into his black locks. His right hand moved from my waist and encircled my tummy, while his left hand moved down to my booty and he grabbed a handful, which led to me moaning and gasping at the same time. He took advantage of the situation and slipped his tongue into my mouth and our tongues fought for dominance till he eventually won.

I pulled away when I needed a breather, but he continued with his sweet assault on my neck. He kissed, nipped, licked and even bit. All these things only encouraging me to moan louder and louder.

All of a sudden he started moving us back, then his hands left my body which was pressed very closely to his body and had me feeling just how excited a certain parts of his body was on my tummy. I felt something wrap around me, before I could pull back and look, Ethan took my bottom lip into his mouth and continued kissing me. He then pulled back and we both were panting like we ran a marathon.

I placed my face on his chest, suddenly feeling very shy. Ethan chuckled. After getting my breathing in check again. I noticed that he wrapped a towel around me.

And I also noticed that there was a blood stain on the towel. I pull away from Ethan and grabbed his right hand. I noticed that it started bleeding again.

"Gosh, it started bleeding again." I said .
"And it stained my towel." I said, trying to unwrap the towel from around my chest, but Ethan's hands quickly shot out and stopped me from doing so.

I look at him and he shook his head.

"Why? It's got blood on it." I said, looking at him confused.

"Just please wait for me to get out so you can remove it." He said, his voice kinda breaking and sounding coarse.

"Why do I have to wait? And you didn't tell me if my tummy looks bigger. You can only tell me if I remove the towel and you see my tummy." I explained to him, again trying to remove the towel. He removed my hands and held it behind my back in a tight grip.

"Unless you wanna leave this bathroom crippled, and on a wheelchair. You'll obey my instructions." He said, with a tone that said I-dare-you-to-go-against-me.

I just nodded. He then let go of my hands and slid his hands into my towel, without removing it. His hands encircled my stomach, from my back to my waist then tummy. All the while looking me straight in the eyes. Him touching me like that had me feeling hot and thinking of ways that I could jump him. His hands moved from my waist to tummy again, the he kinda moved higher and brushed my boobs, the action felt nice, a little too nice, but since they were hurting I let out a small hiss and moan.

He licked his lips then removed his hands from under my towel. Damn!!! I'm internally dying.

"Yes, your tummy did get bigger and that's because our baby is healthily growing in there." He said after his inspection.

"And your boobs also kinda increased in proportion. I'm guessing its because of the milk, that you're gonna be feeding our baby and that I don't mind sharing." He added with a smirk.

My eyes widened as I understood what he meant and my heart skipped a beat and my face warmed up. That's means he wants to-... and that we're gonna- ...

I was pulled out of my thoughts as I yelped when he spanked my ass and walked out saying that I should get ready. I didn't even put a plaster on his thumb. It took me a while to understand that, that sexy, gorgeous and hot 'affair waiting to happen', actually hinted getting nasty with me again.

I quickly got ready and walked out the bedroom. I settled on a black dress with like 3inch pumps. Black dress because I don't want people seeing my food baby.

I notice that the broken pieces on the floor were cleaned.

"Ethan" I called.

"Over here." I heard from the lounge.

I got there and saw him with a glass of water.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Yep, let's go. We're still going to the cafe for breakfast. I'm hungry." I said walking to the door.

"After that buffet you had, you're still hungry?" He chuckled.

"Well don't judge. You the one that got me knocked up. Now suck it up and stop talking about my food." I sassily replied.

He smiled and held his hands up in surrender. He opened the door to his Range Rover and I thanked him then got inside.

..

Ethan parked his car at a cafe that was very close to the office building. I looked at him and only now realised that he wasn't dressed for the office.

"Why aren't you dressed for work?" I asked as we got out.

"Because I don't go to office unless necessary." He smiled back. That dazzling smile, I dreamily thought.

"Why not?" Curiosity got the best of me. He's like the most successful businessman and yet he doesn't go to work?

"Not a fan of being there. And I don't want my employees getting too familiar with me. Since I'm barely there, most don't even know what I look I like, and even when I am there, I only enter and leave through my back door so they don't know when I'm coming or, if I'm there or not and that has them working and not slacking off, despite my not constantly being there." He explained.

"Soo.. in short, you just wanna keep your life private?" I asked.

We got into the queue at the cafe.

"You could say that." He said

"So how do you keep up with the work and the meetings."

"My assistant just mails everything to me and comes to drop off and  collect important documents. As for the meetings. It's either I go to office or I have them at restaurants." He explained.

I just nodded.

"Morning ma'am. What can I get you today?" Asked the guy at the reception as it was our turn to order.

"You order first." I told Ethan, without looking at him because I was looking at the display screen.

"Sure babe." He chuckled. "I'll have a double expresso." He placed his order.

"Is that all?" I asked him. He smiled at me then nodded.

"Okay. Uhm can I have a chocolate milkshake, three slices of that chocolate mousse cake, one vanilla cupcake and two strawberry ones, with chocolate ice cream please." I smiled at the guy.

"Are you gonna eat all that ma'am?" He asked me looking unsure.

I was a bit taken back by the question and looked at Ethan who was just smiling at me.

"Yes, why do you ask?" I asked the guy, who's name was Eric.

"No reason in particular ma'am, just kinda shocked by your appetite this morning." He said giving me a weird smile.

What's with guys and my food.

"And she's only a couple weeks pregnant." Ethan smiled at the guy, with his hand wrapped around my waist and resting on my tummy.
"Imagine how much she'll be eating when she's three months." He chuckled.

The guy at the till's eyes widened. "You're pregnant?" He asked eyeing me up and down.

"Yep, we are." Ethan answered.

"Okay, thank you for the story of my life. Gimme my food." I snapped.

How can they discuss me, with me right there?

I took the ice cream, milkshake and the cake, then walked back to Ethan's car to wait for him to pay and bring the rest of my breakfast.

I sat in the car and began eating. Halfway through my second slice of cake, Ethan got into the car with a bag filled with my breakfast.

"Why'd you leave?" He asked

"Was giving you and Eric space to keep gossiping about me." I glared at him

His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, "Who's Eric?"

"Your newly found bestie who works at the cafe." I said reaching for the bag when I finished all my cake.

"I'm not even gonna ask what you're on about." He said and drove to the direction of my work. Which was only a three minute drive because of it's close proximity to the cafe. He parked the car on the side and looked at me.

"Here." I said handing him the vanilla cupcake.

"No it's fine. I'm good, you got that for yourself so you should enjoy it." He smiled.

Why is he rejecting it? I suddenly felt emotional. I let out a small whimper then I sniffled and I started crying.

"What's wrong babe?" He asked reaching over for me.

I just shook my head.

He got out of his side and came around to mine and opened the door. He undid my seatbelt and hugged me.

"Tell me what's wrong love."

"You're refusing my cupcake. I'm sorry but I just don't know why I'm crying." I sniffled.

"It's okay. I'll take the cupcake. You can take the rest of your pastries and go up with it. I promise I'll have my cupcake." He reassured me then wiped my tears. I nodded and reached for my pastries  that were in the brown bag.

As I wanted to slide out he stopped me and gave me a heart stopping kiss like the one in the bathroom in the morning.

He squeezed my butt again then let go.
"I'll see you later love."