Chapter 201: Make It Up To You

Selene’s POV

"Ahh!" I screamed, and the pain shot straight into my womb, the same place where I carried a child he knew was not his. That was the only reason he had treated me like that.

I was still on the floor, curled around my belly and gasping, when he rushed back inside.

"Selene! Selene!" He scooped me up in his arms to take me to the hospital. "I’m sorry for everything. I didn’t mean to do that to you."

I was speechless. This was how fast people could change, in seconds, all because things hadn’t worked out in their favour. The man who had just hurt me was now trembling as he carried me, and somehow that made it worse.

I didn’t say a word until we reached the hospital.

"My belly hurts, William," I whispered. I wasn’t capping. I was being real, and every ounce of that pain was because of him.

The doctor admitted me and ran his checks. After about twenty minutes, I was wheeled out to my husband.

"What’s going on with her?" William asked.

"The baby is only reacting to stress, which is the one thing this child does not need," the doctor said. "Don’t stress the mother, or she could lose the baby."

"Thank you, doctor. I’m glad she’s fine. I’ll take care of her just as you’ve said." He took my hand and led me to the car like the perfect, devoted husband. And me? I was still covering for him, for the shit he did, all the way home.

"I didn’t know you would fall, Selene. Please, forgive me," he said.

I turned to him slowly. "If you can do this to me knowing how pregnant I am, then what happens when I’m not pregnant? It means I could literally die if I offend you."

"No, Selene, you can’t! This was only a misunderstanding. I could never do that to you." He was begging, and I could see the remorse all over his face, but I wasn’t having it anymore.

"Okay. How can I make it up to you?" he asked.

"Look, William," I said, and my voice shook, "it’s not my fault. You met me with someone else. I was on the verge of marrying another man when you came into my life, and yes, we had sex before then, so I wasn’t surprised. I could have lied. I could have told you this baby was yours. But I didn’t. I chose to be open with you, and it wasn’t appreciated. I don’t think I can live with you if I want to keep this baby."

He dropped to his knees.

I froze. William, on his knees for me?

"I want you to keep this child," he said. "All of them are still children. But please, don’t say you’re tired of me. Please."

I held him and lifted him off the floor. "I’m not tired of you, William. I just don’t feel safe with you while I’m pregnant. I can’t stay in the same room with you. I’m leaving." I was already thinking of my bags, of stuffing clothes into them and walking out.

"Selene, you know what? Just leave it. You don’t have to leave."

I looked at him.

"I’ll go," he continued. "In fact, I’ll do it now. Anything I need, I’ll send one of the helps to get it for me." He stood up and walked out of the room immediately.

That was what I needed in that moment: alone time, with him nowhere near me. I didn’t want him anymore.

Then the silence settled, and with it came the questions. Who could I trust? I didn’t think I could trust anyone. It had never been my intention to end up here. Fuck, I’d had every chance to lie, to do it the easy way, and I chose not to.

Peace had left me. I began to feel like a cheater, like a traitor. What if William decided to broadcast the news? What if he washed my dirty linen in public? I asked myself, and the answer terrified me: I would be finished.

I was pregnant now, so I needed help more than ever, and I couldn’t afford to stress myself. I sat down and texted Damien to get me a fine maid, someone who could be trusted.

If Lucian ever expected a child, it wouldn’t be from me, not at this moment. I wasn’t supposed to be pregnant for him at this time and season. I was the mother, so I could choose to lie. I could keep it from him forever. In fact, I wasn’t ready for him to know he had a child with me at all.

He was a motherfucker, so he should keep on fucking different bitches all over the place, distributing sperm. Maybe by then he’d be a father of six.

A maid was brought to me, and Damien scrutinised her and found her trustworthy.

"Look, I’m pregnant," I told her, "and until I give birth, I’ll need your assistance with literally everything. I’ll be working from home most days, so I need you around."

"That won’t be an issue, ma’am."

"What’s your name? I think I like your vibes."

"I’m Jenny."

I hadn’t noticed her until now. She had been working in the king’s chambers for a while like everyone else, and she’d only been singled out today.

I didn’t know where William had gone, or which room he’d decided to crash in, and I wasn’t ready to find out or go looking for him.

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May’s POV

Anyone who gives up loses in the long run. I hadn’t gotten what I wanted, and there was no sign of me giving up or losing.

Ciro had been shy and couldn’t go through with it. His body language showed he had probably never done it before, so it wasn’t entirely his fault. Good thing he rejected me, honestly. At least I wouldn’t be getting disvirgined by an amateur dick.

Things were about to get pretty heated very soon, and no one would be thinking about sex then. People would be busy dying, fuck.

So I approached Zeno next.

He looked at me like I was an ex he knew too well. I’d heard him speak a couple of times, and he carried himself like a man who knew what he was doing. He should be able to handle that dick business.

"Zeno, I need to speak to you about something important. Privately, please." I led him into an abandoned office, not even a proper room, just an office. There was light, an office chair, and a table.

"What is it, May?" he asked, looking clueless, like these people had never done a bad thing in their lives.

I didn’t talk much. Same strategy as before. I put my hands on him. "Zeno, I’m horny and I need someone to fuck me. We’re in a closed place, and no one will see us until we’re done."

He studied my face. "Are you sure? And why now, of all times?"

"Because we might not get another chance." I was already close enough that my breath mingled with his. "I’m not asking for permission, but know that you can handle me any way you like."

I pulled off my shirt and my pants, and I kissed him before he could say a word or change his mind. The sound of our lips locking filled the room, which was how quiet it was. My heart was hammering, though I would never let him see it.

I gently unbuttoned his shirt until it fell loose, then took off my bra, and just like that we were both bare.

His breath broke the moment he saw me. I bet he had never seen breasts that full and standing like that before. I had done some foreplay in my life, but my melons were still very much intact. He pressed and kissed them while I stroked him, and we were already breathing hard, especially when he began to kiss my neck.

I pushed him back onto the office table and dropped to my knees. Crazy how sweet it was. I took my time, rolling my mouth and tongue around him like candy, and it was candy. The tip was pink and he was extremely big. I wanted more of that in my life.

Then he lifted me onto the table and spread my legs, and fuck, he was no amateur. He went down on me, tongue and fingers working together, and I moaned so much I lost count. I even squirted all over the table. He didn’t stop. He only went harder, and my whole body shook. This was fresh dopamine, the kind that made me forget what was coming.

With my legs still wide, he finally pushed inside and began to move steadily, slowly at first, then deeper. Yeah, that was exactly how I wanted it. He was moaning, about to pick up speed, and then he suddenly stopped.

"You’re a virgin," he said.

By then we were both sweating, both palpitating, and neither of us was breathing right.