Chapter Sixteen

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Sapphires older twin brothers in picture and since I love their names so much they will be called the same in my story Marcos and Marcio Stark (Marcos and Marcio Patriota).


"I'd be unstoppable if not for law enforcement and physics..."


"And then he had the audacity to tell me I was being dramatic! Me! I'm the one carrying the child but I'm the one being dramatic! He would be dramatic if he had to squeeze a human out of where he peed and didn't have any Nutella to enjoy before the inevitable pain! He doesn't understand how I feel!" Elisa screeched as she pressed the ignore button on her phone, avoiding Andrews 40th phone call.


"How dare he," I gasped, mockingly as I kept my eyes on the road. Deciding to leave work early today after the meeting with my mother and then Satan.


"I know right! And he has the cheek to phone me as if that is forgivable! He has some nerve I tell you!" she huffed, moving about in her chair to get comfortable. "I mean he's the reason I am in this situation! I specifically asked if he had a condom and do you know what he done? Do you?" she screamed as I griped onto the steering wheel tighter to stop myself from wincing.


"No?" I questioned uneasily, not wanting to anger her anymore. She had probably told me this story a hundred times but I was not going to stop a pregnant woman from ranting.


"He said 'children are cute' and dove into me like a bloody rabbit!" her face was red with anger, her voice going squeaky to imitate Andrew who sounded nothing like her.


"Yes children are cute but not when you have to rip your vagina to shreds! But no, he will be the first to complain when the baby fat doesn't go away and my vagina is like rowing a boat down a street in Venice!"


"Like should I buy massive dildos to like you know? Stretch myself gradually so it doesn't hurt so much because I know I will cry," she mumbled the last part thoughtfully as bile rose in my throat.


"Absolutely not," I gagged, glad my house was just around the corner even though I was stuck with Elisa all night.


"I can't wait until you get pregnant, I will enjoy watching you suffer," she smiled evilly as I paled slightly. The thought of children terrified me. I couldn't bring a child into my hectic life and horrid family it wouldn't be fair for the poor little thing.


"Not happening," I grumbled lowly, pulling up to the gates of my house. Waiting for them to open as Elisa rambled on about how cute my babies would be.


"I could ask about for you," Elisa smiled cheekily as I felt like smacking her around the head.


"Are you trying to pimp me out?" I groaned, I should of been used to this.


"No money would be involved just a good time so I don't think that's pimping," she continued to smile as I drove up to the garage, the cold bottle of wine in my fridge calling my name and Dominoes pizza.


"OMG our babies would be best friends like us! Please sleep with someone, please, I am literally begging you!" she pleaded, her lip pouting as she looked at me with puppy dog eyes, some tears even welling up as I stared at her in horror.


"Are you serious?" 


"Of course!" she looked at me as if I was stupid before huffing and getting out the car, waddling to my house in a bad mood like the majority of the time.


What the hell was I going to do with this girl? How would I ever survive this night?


"Hurry up! We never made our fort last time!" she cheered excitedly, bouncing on the spot as she waited impatiently at my front door.


"Such a child," I mumbled as she glared at me, quickly forgetting about it as she all but ran into my house, straight for the kitchen to grab the stash of crap food I had specially bought for her so she wouldn't eat mine.


"I love you," 


"I love you too," I smiled at my best friend as she stabbed her spoon into the Nutella.


"I wasn't talking to you," she muttered, turning her attention to the jar in front of her as I felt like kicking her out of my house.


"Are you just going to eat all my food?" I questioned as she surrounded herself with packets of crisps, chocolate and things that really should be cooked before they were edible.


"Are you calling me fat?" she gasped, her eyes watering as I instantly felt sorry for Andrew, how the hell can he put up with this?


"No you are beautiful," I smiled softly, hoping the tears wouldn't come. Instead she sent me a look of disgust.


"You are my best friend but I prefer penis, if you want to see my boobs I am fine with that but nothing more, no touching or funny business," she mumbled as she shoveled another spoonful of Nutella into her mouth, covering her lips like a child.


"There is no bloody winning," I moaned, shaking my head in disbelief as I walked over to the house phone. Quickly ordering a Dominoes Pizza and some cheesy garlic bread for a starter. My stomach growling with the thought as I hung up. Despite my meal this morning I was starving, I did after all only get to eat about two mouthfuls of the burger before I had to get away from the horrid human being I call mother.


"Will you stop stuffing your face I just ordered food!" I scolded, almost laughing as she pouted at me, looking at the crisps in her hand sadly before quickly shoving them into her mouth.


"I will eat my pizza, don't you worry," she smiled, shoveling more crap into her mouth. God help me.


"You should be eating healthy whilst pregnant," she glared at me in offence as I pulled some fruit out the bowl, cutting it and mixing it together. If she was going to eat may as well be fruit even though she was going to get a Pizza later. It was a start.


"Please don't make me," she pouted as I placed the bowl on the chair beside her. Picking up all the packets around her to tidy up.


"For the baby," I scolded as she bowed her head in shame. Picking up a grape, staring at it like it came from an alien planet.


"It's a grape, it's healthy, eat it," walking away before she could reply to me.


Laughing as she made gagging noises as I tidied the kitchen a bit. Trying to occupy myself so I wouldn't think about my mother or him.


My mother had absolutely no right to tell me who to date, how to dress and how to live my life. She was a hypocrite, no qualifications, a school drop out, living on my fathers money, married to a man who cheated on her with every woman who dropped their underwear for him. She was nothing to be proud of yet she was judging me? The only decent thing she done in her life was give birth to children, of course I was the one who done her body the most damage, obviously. 


As for Darien, I wouldn't just fall into his arms. Last year I would of, I was desperate for him to love me the way I loved him but the hurtful things he said to me still haunt me. Him kissing her would never disappear from my mind. 


The thought of him still made my heart race within my chest. I had desperately tried to forget about him but he would always fling himself in my face, his name was too big. You heard about him everywhere in the business, in the magazines, on posters advertising in the street, you couldn't get rid of him.


I couldn't help but want him, in the office I was tempted to jump his bones. If he didn't hurt me the way he had I would of, heck we would of probably been married by now but no things have to be complete shit in my love life.


And then there was Kieran, I liked him, he was gorgeous but I didn't love him. I didn't even think about dating him after knowing him for a few years, being drove about by him when I was going to events was as far as our friendship ever went. He would always laugh and joke with me on the way but now thinking about it I knew literally nothing about him apart from he worked for my parents, was a decent driver and could be a complete sweetheart to me. I had jumped into this relationship, I didn't know him like I should know a boyfriend.


The door going had me place the cloth that I was cleaning with into the washing machine, walking to the door to see Elisa waddling over like a constipated penguin, her mouth covered in what I assumed was the juices from the fruit I had given her, some chocolate still present at the corner of her mouth.


"Always the same," I chuckled, walking to the door where she grabbed the pizza from the delivery man.


"Pay the man," she shouted over her shoulder at me as she took the food away, knowing if I didn't hurry up it would be finished by the time I got back to her.


Smiling I handed the man the money, thankfully it was a pizza delivery guy instead of Darien. I might of killed him, seeing him twice in one day was something I definitely didn't want to do. I couldn't handle that much drama.


Walking into the living room I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I watched Elisa stuff her mouth with pizza, wondering where the hell she was storing all the food. I had never saw a pregnant woman eat so much.


"You're going to give yourself diabetes," I mumbled, sitting beside her to take a slice, ignoring her glare as I dug in.


"Penetration," Elisa grumbled, a wicked glint in her eyes as it was my turn to glare at her. 


"There is no decent context to ever use that word!" I scolded, shoving another slice of pizza into my mouth as she chuckled softly.


"Penetration is fun, penetration is pleasurable unless its like a knife, penetration is healthy for the body, penetration, penetration, penetration. See?" she smiled mockingly as I sighed.


"Actually I think I will go home now," she smiled, taking as much pizza as she could in her hand before heaving herself up from the chair.


"What, why?" I raised an eyebrow at her, what the hell was wrong with this girl?


"All this penetration talk has made me hungry for something else. I'm going to pounce on my husband so if you excuse me," she smiled, wobbling to the door.


"Can you get one of your godly guards to drive me home?" 


"Fine," I laughed, shouting on the one that was closer to the house as he eagerly nodded, god he was going to regret that the minute she got in the car.


"Love you prude," she winked, strolling away.


"Love you slut," I smiled as she gasped, her hand going to her chest in mock hurt as I closed the door on her before she could scream at me.


Inhaling deeply, happy that I was finally alone. Grabbing the pizza box from the living room to carry it up the stairs. A hot bath whilst eating pizza wasn't a bad thing to do was it?


Smiling I made my way to my bedroom, going into my en-suite to turn the hot water in the bathtub on. Humming slightly as I watched the water quickly fill the tub, emptying the remaining bottle of bubble bath that I had left, watching the bubbles instantly appear.


I made quick work disposing of my clothing, desperate for the comfort a relaxing bath would give me. Not bothering to brush out the knots in my hair or wash the makeup off my face as I jumped in. The warm water burning my skin as I sighed in content.


I had everything most women dreamed of; a successful business, a modeling career, a massive house with guards, popularity, rich businessmen drooling over me and an way too much money yet I felt empty. Money couldn't buy happiness if you cant share it with someone. It made your life luxurious but it couldn't mend a lonely broken heart like love could.


I was deeply grateful for the wealth I had, I was extremely lucky considering the amount of people in the world that literally had nothing. I was being dramatic, my life could be worse, much worse. My heart ached but I had a comfortable life, I was being selfish.


Most the times I tried to do my bit though, donating thousands, sometimes millions of money to charities every month but it was never enough. I was a billionaire but I couldn't fix the world, giving my money to less fortunate made me happy. I didn't need the majority of it and I wouldn't be able to spend it all anyway.


The door bell wringing had me cursing, who the hell could that be? It was only 3pm, everyone should be at work.


Sighing I got out of the tub, wrapping a towel around my body before quickly walking down the stairs, it was probably Layla bringing some of my work home for me.


The cold air hut my bare legs as I swung the door open, heat going to my cheeks instantly as Kieran scanned me with wide eyes. My body going stiff at being so exposed to a man. Why the hell didn't I grab cloths before I answered the door? I was such an idiot of a woman.


"Ehm," I awkwardly mumbled, clearing my throat slightly as his eyes instantly met mine, a smirk on his mouth as he walked into my home. His body brushing past mine as I closed the door behind me.


"Well isn't that a lovely way to greet your boyfriend," he smiled, mischief in his eyes. The word boyfriend making me curse myself. He was hot but why the hell did I agree to this? I don't even know if I was ready for this kind of commitment. 


"Look I-"


He cut me off with his hungry lips against mine, his tongue pushing my lips apart as he dove into my mouth. Tasting every part of me as he groaned softly. 


My hands finding their way to the back of his neck, pulling him closer as his hands traced the curves of my body which was only covered with a towel.


I was about to protest when his hands grabbed my thighs, lifting me up as I let out a small gasp. My legs instantly wrapping around him as he walked us over to the couch.


The soft fabric of the couch on my bare legs and shoulders reminding me I wasn't dressed as I began to protest. Being silenced as he got on top of me, his mouth once again on mine as I melted into him.


His kiss turning harder by the second as his hands clutched the material of the small towel. Ready to tear if off my body as my trembling hand stopped him.


"I'm not ready for that," my breathing was hard as I pulled away from the kiss. Holding the towel tightly to my body as he sighed deeply. Getting off me as he ran a hand through his hair.


"Whatever, I have to go," he sighed, pecking me on the lips before walked out of my house. What the hell?


Catching my breath I sat up right on the chair, feeling my eyes burn with the need to cry. Did he leave because I wouldn't let him? I knew most guys got angry when they didn't get what they wanted but him? 


"Would you like to tell me who that douche leaving your house was and why you are in a towel around him?" a smile instantly made its way to my lips. Forgetting all my worries as I turned to see my scolding brothers. Hard looks on their faces as they looked like they were holding themselves back from finding Kieran and beating him to a bloody pulp.


"Your eyes are blood shot, were you about to cry? I swear to god I will put him in a ditch where nobody will ever find him," Marcio growled angrily.


"Nice to see you both too," I smiled at my brothers, standing from the couch as I flung myself at them. 


Two more protective body guards to protect me from Darien, only thing was they were worse than Dom. Their threats always holding a promise.


"No one touches our baby sister," Marcos grumbled pulling me tighter to him.


"Go put clothes on we want you to meet someone," they both smiled happily as I instantly ran up the stairs. My mood instantly cheerful.


Darien P.O.V


My blood still boiled from earlier, being pushed away by Sapphire was one thing but that friend of hers was another. Maybe if I had a few more minutes with her I could of apologized like I had planned to. Every time I plan to I always do something to fuck it up. Yes I said sorry but not the way I wanted to.


"Why the hell am I here?" Sasha moaned, looking around her at the other males sitting in the waiting room as her eyes widened in realization.


"It's called a paternity test," I growled, glaring at the other twelve men in the room that I had managed to gather. Offering them money of course. The majority of the men she had been seen hooking up with in the photos my investigator gave me last week but not all of them.


"I don't know what you are talking about," she giggled lightly, walking over to me with a massive smile on her face, "are we going to find out the sex of the baby? I hope it's a boy who looks just like you. As for the whole kicking me out your house thing I think I should move my stuff back in soon. I don't want my child growing up without married parents," she continued to smile and giggle as I clenched my fists by my side.


"Cut the crap Sasha, I know you fucked all the men in this room and more don't deny it I have picture evidence. And before you say they are fake I have made the appropriate procedures to check their originality. Now shut up and sit down," I growled lowly as her face paled. Quickly sitting beside me as she shook a little bit.


"You are denying your baby?" she whispered softly, a tear escaping from her eyes as I instantly felt bad for her. Before all this crap she really was my friend, I thought a lot of her. If Sapphire liked her I trusted her opinion on people but god were we both wrong. Maybe I had made her like this by pushing her away so much, never paying her any attention but saying that she had a friendly vagina before I left Sapphire.


"If it is mine I will always be there but if it isn't it's your problem. You can stay in one of my apartments until you get your life together but there will never be an us," I sighed tiredly.


"Sasha," a older man smiled as he came out of one of the rooms, a clipboard in hand, "it's time," he smiled warmly despite the tense atmosphere in the room.


She looked at me desperately, clutching onto my arm.


"Please baby believe that it is yours," she begged, her hands shaking as her mascara ran down her face.


"I will believe it when I get the proof, he has all our DNA now all he needs if yours," I growled, pulling my arm out of her grasp as she got up from her seat, sobbing as she made her way over to the door.


Everyone watching as she walked into the room with the smiling man, it was no secret none of us wanted to be the father to her child as we patiently waited for her to come out. How the hell did I get myself in this situation? I needed Sapphire.









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