I groaned, running my hands through my hair. "Why the fuck can't I just get over her?"

  "You really need me to answer that question?"

  I glared at him. "Then, I'm in my fifties. I can't be a father now. Then there's Tatum. The girl has her whole life ahead of her. Why would she want to settle down with me? I can't offer her the kind of love she wants."

  Toren placed his hand on my shoulder roughly, staring into my eyes. He smirked, then moved back a little to look down at me while he lit up a cigar, taking a long drag before he spoke again. "The fact that you haven't been able to touch a woman in the last four weeks tells me otherwise, Kingston."

  I sighed. "I don't deserve her."

  "Now that I will agree with," Toren chuckled. "Look, I can't tell you what to do, but she's a good girl. And she loves you, which already makes her unique."

  Alyssa stood at the bar when I exited the private room. She scowled when she saw me approaching, turning toward the bar.

  "Hi, Alyssa," I said.

  "Mr. Kingston." She plastered on a smile.

  "How is she?"

  Alyssa groaned. "I told you the last time we spoke. She is fine. As fine as she can be under the circumstances."

  "Look, I know you don't like me very much, but can you just tell her I'd like to talk to her. Please. It's important."

  With a sigh, Alyssa turned toward me. "Look, she hasn't slept since she moved in with me. She barely eats, and you don't deserve to stand here and make requests. Tatum is my best friend, and she's one of the good ones."

  I held up my hands in surrender. "Alright, I get it, all right? I fucked up. But I want to make it right. Please. Just let me talk to her."

  She shook her head at me slowly. "I hope I don't regret this, but I'm working late, and the best thing you can do is talk to her in person. I'll let her know you're coming."

  I approached her door cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest. In all my years, I have never been nervous. I pride myself on my confidence and ability to command every situation. I knock, and she opens it a few minutes later.

  "Tatum," I murmured, my voice husky with emotion. She was so fucking beautiful, even with a messy bun, oversized t-shirt, and leggings. She looked tired. "Thank you for seeing me."

  “Reece.” She stepped aside for me to enter.

  I followed her into the small apartment.

  She turned, her eyes meeting mine, apprehension in her gaze. "What's on your mind, Reece?"

  Taking a deep breath, I spoke with an uncharacteristic vulnerability. "I've spent a lifetime avoiding commitment, preferring casual relationships because I never had the best role models for commitment growing up. It’s why I never married. But with you, everything is different. You make it difficult not to care, Tatum, and I can no longer deny it."

  She regarded me, her expression a blend of surprise and contemplation. "Reece, you hurt me so much. The things you said and did. I don’t know if I can just move passe that. You have these walls you've built around yourself. I just..."

  “I don’t expect you to just take my word for it. But I’ll do what it takes for you and this baby.” I reached out and took her hand. Just give me one more chance. I don't know what the future holds, but I want to start with making things right."

  Tatum's eyes shimmered with tears, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don’t know, Reece. I think I need some time to think this through."

  In that moment, the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders, replaced by a surge of hope. “Then I’ll give you that.”

  She nodded and walked me to the door. And when I held her hand again, she didn’t flinch.

  Chapter 15

  Tatum

  “Tate, you are going to want to see this,” Alyssa called from the doorway. I’d barely been awake five minutes, so I groaned and rolled out of bed.

  “Coming,” I said, following her.

  She opened the door, and the entire porch was covered in roses of every color. The red Audit was parked on the street. Alyssa spotted an envelope on the floor, picked it up, and handed it to me.

  I didn’t have to open it to know who it was from. I did, anyway.

  Tatum, this belongs to you. You’ll need it to get to appointments and school.

  Reece

  The note was simple, to the point, and the keys for the car and a card for an OB/GY doctor were enclosed. My stomach fluttered at that inclusion.

  “Well, the man is trying.”

  I took a deep breath and tried to steady my racing heart. This was sweet, and I appreciated it, but it felt almost suffocating. I couldn't help but feel claustrophobic.

  But then again, he'd made my life so much easier with this car. No more worrying about taking the bus or bothering Alyssa. She did so much already. And the doctor's card... maybe he cared more than I gave him credit for.

  I shook my head and pushed those thoughts away as I headed back inside. Alyssa was already in the kitchen, making breakfast.

  "So, what's going on in that mind of yours anyway?" she asked.

  I sighed, "Nothing."

  "Come on, Tatum. You can't just act like all of this, nothing. You're carrying his child, and him caring about that is all you've ever wanted."

  I feel my cheeks flush at her bluntness. "It's so much more complicated," I mumbled.

  Alyssa snorted. "Isn't it always?" She handed me a plate of scrambled eggs and toast.

  We ate in silence for a few minutes before she spoke up again. "You know, you deserve someone to take the stress of it all off you. He owes you and your unborn child that much."

  I knew she was right.

  That evening when Alyssa left for work, I decided to text Reece.

  Me: Thank you for the car and the card. For everything, really.

  Reece: If you need anything, I'm here.

  I started to type a message but sighed, setting my phone down. There was nothing to say.

  I called the doctor's office, and they had an opening in the week. I took it. I wanted to get it done as soon as possible, know what to do, what vitamins to take, and how far along I was. I wasn't showing, so probably under three months long.

  I was going to be a mother. The thought excited and terrified me. I always planned to have children, and while I never thought it would be so soon and out of wedlock, I was still thrilled about the possibility.

  As I lay in bed that night, thoughts of Reece and the baby swirled in my mind. I couldn't ignore the fact that he was the father of my child, but at the same time, I couldn't forget the degrading talk the last time we had sex. It made me feel small and insignificant, like I was just an object for his pleasure.

  Despite all of this, I found myself getting aroused at the thought of him. The way his hands felt on my body, the way he whispered in my ear. It was like a drug, and I couldn't resist it.

  I reached down between my legs and began to touch myself, imagining Reece's hands on me instead. My mind wandered back to our last encounter, the way he had dominated me and made me beg for release. A moan escaped my lips as I brought myself closer and closer to orgasm.

  Just as I was about to reach my peak, there was a knock at the door. I froze, my heart as I tried to compose myself. Who could be here at this hour?

  I stumbled out of bed and made my way to the door, trying to hide that I was half-naked and amid an orgasm. As I opened the door, I was surprised to see Reece standing there, looking almost as surprised as I was.

  "What are you doing here?" I asked him.

  "I couldn't stop thinking about you," he replied, eyes roaming over my body. "I had to see you."

  Before I could protest or even react, he pushed past me and into the apartment, closing the door behind him. He didn't give me a chance to say no or back away, grabbing me and kissing my lips. My body was still sensitive from my ministrations, making me shudder beneath his touch.

  "I thought we agreed I needed time," I said.

  "We did." He replied. "But I couldn't stop thinking about you, though. And I know you feel the same way."

  "Reece," I moaned as he toyed with the hem of my shirt.

  "If you didn't want this as well, you'd be pushing me away," he replied, his hands traveling up my thighs and squeezing them between his hands. "But you're not," he added, raising one hand to cup my breast through my t-shirt. "Your panties are soaked. Were you touching yourself right now thinking about me?"

  I tried to stutter out a response, but no words came out. Instead, I merely moaned as his hand squeezed and groped at my tit as if his life depended on it. It was hard to deny that I had been thinking about him, but it wasn't fair of him to bring it up.

  "Maybe I was," I admitted softly to him.

  At this, he pushed me back towards the couch and lifted my shirt over my head. His eyes roamed over my body like a piece of meat on display in the grocery store. His eyes looked hungry as they checked out my tight stomach and budding breasts.

  Reaching down, he grabbed me by the hips and slid down my panties. God, I wish I'd worn pants to open the door. Before I could even blink, he dove between my legs, spreading them wide open in front of his face.

  My body was still sensitive from the peak of an orgasm, and his oral skills certainly added to it too. His tongue licked along the edges of my pussy almost delicately at first, letting it tickle me along the edges before pushing it deep inside me. His hand snuck up from behind, grabbing one of my tits through my bra. The extra stimulation made me arch my body towards him and moan into the open air around me.

  "You like that don't you?" Reece teased, "When I work that tongue around your pussy? Not too bad for an old man."

  I didn't even have time to protest before his tongue pushed deep inside of me again, this time exploring deeper inside than ever before. His tongue circled around in various familiar yet uncomfortable positions before darting back out again. As he did, a single digit pressed itself into me. It began moving in rhythm alongside his tongue, licking every crevice of my pussy all at once. I wanted his fat cock in me, but I didn't want to bed. I didn't want to admit how desperately I needed him to fuck me.

  I wanted to tell him exactly what was on my mind, but finding the will to speak was impossible. His tongue and finger continued their barrage of my pussy, pushing me to the brink of another orgasm in no time. I tried not to come right away when he pulled his mouth away. With my eyes closed, I lay on the couch in pleasure, edging towards the peak of another orgasm when his cock pushed into me.

  "Oh, fuck, Reece," I moaned. "Fuck me hard."

  "That's what I want, little one," Reece grunted as he pinned me under his weight.

  Even with the weight of his body pushing me down onto the couch, my body responded and easily let him move in and out of me at the angle he pleased. I felt myself coming, and I panted and cried out. I could barely take the cock that pummeled my sensitive pussy without giving me time to recover from an orgasm.

  My entire lower half quivered from overstimulation as each inch soaked itself deep inside a pussy. This man knew exactly how to fuck a woman like it was his second nature. Still, it clearly didn't hurt that he had decades of sexual experience behind him.

  He pushed deeper and deeper inside of me until the angle of his cock hit against my g-spot. In an instant, I knew I couldn't hold on to the next orgasm that slithered up from my toes and slowly worked its way up my body like a snake attracted by the warmth of my skin. It coiled around me and held tight, ready to strike any second. Then, it came.

  "Yeah, fuck," he groaned loudly as the orgasm shook my insides with incredible force. "You're a good fuck."

  Every muscle in my pussy spasmed at once, clenching against the cock that stretched me so tightly. After what I considered to be a couple seconds, he gave one final push before his cock swelled, releasing deep inside me with one last violent twitch.

  When it did, I moaned out in ecstasy. The warm cum filling my pussy caused me to come yet again and clench around him with that last bit of strength I had left inside of me. Then, he pulled out and slumped over me, completely exhausted.

  "You're pretty good yourself," I half-joked as I tried to catch my breath.

  He looked at me with half-open eyes and a satisfied smirk.

  "You don't play fair," I said, out of breath. "This wasn't part of the deal."

  He kissed me long and hard, then stood, pulling me up with him. He swooped me in his arms and walked me to the bathroom, where we showered.

  I ordered Chinese food, and we sat together at Alyssa's small kitchen table, eating sweet and sour chicken. According to Reece, sushi was off the menu for me, and that small gesture, him reading about what foods are safe and not safe during pregnancy, made my heart swell.

  "I have a doctor’s appointment this week," I said, and his eyes met mine. "If you aren't busy, you could meet me there. But it’s just the first appointment."

  "I'll be there," Reece said quickly. "I'll be anywhere you want me to be."

  I smiled. “Reece?”

  “Yeah, baby,” he smirked.

  “This baby isn’t some arrangement, you know. Being a parent is a lifetime commitment.”

  Reece's smirk faded, replaced with a serious glint in his eyes. He put down his fork and took my hand. "I know that, Tatum. I do not know what to expect, but I will try to be everything you both need."

  His words warmed my chest, and I leaned across the table to kiss him. The food was forgotten as we stood and made our way to my bedroom. Reece undressed me slowly, kissing every inch of my skin as he uncovered it. He finally pulled away the last piece of fabric and stepped back to admire me.

  "You're so beautiful, Tatum," he murmured, sounding genuinely awed. "Every time I look at you, I'm so fucking stunned."

  I didn't know how to respond, so I tugged at his shirt instead, pulling it over his head. He grinned and let me take control as I pushed him back onto the bed. The degrading talk I was used to with Reece was gone, replaced with whispered endearments and gasps of pleasure.

  Reece knew exactly what I needed, like he always did. His mouth worked magic on my nipples as his fingers massaged my clit until I was a writhing mess beneath him. And when he finally entered me, all teasing was gone, and there was just raw need between us.

  We came together, panting and sweaty, our bodies still entwined. As we lay there catching our breaths, Reece started rubbing circles on my belly.

  "I can't wait for this baby," he said softly.

  "I love you, Tatum. I love you so fucking much."

  Chapter 16

  Reece

  We drove up the winding driveway, her curiosity piqued as we inched closer. As we rounded the corner, we saw the stunning home nestled in a secure estate. The charm of the house was undeniable. With a manicured lawn and a quaint white picket fence, it was the first thing that drew me to it. I could see Tatum and I living here. It was a contrast to my penthouse, but it was a place we could call home. But I wouldn't include myself in the equation until my girl was ready.

  I took a deep breath, feeling my heart race with excitement and a fuck load of nerves. This was a significant moment, and I wanted it to be perfect for her. "Tatum," I began, as we climbed out of the car, turning to face her. "This is yours."

  Her eyes widened, and her hand instinctively rested on her chest. "Mine?" she whispered, disbelief tingeing her voice. "I don't understand."

  "Yes, yours," I confirmed, a smile tugging at my lips. "I won't force you to move back to the penthouse with me. But I want you and our baby to have a place of your own, a place you can call home."

  Tatum blinked back tears; her voice filled with emotion. "Reece, this is... I can't believe you did this. It's amazing, but it is too much."

  My heart swelled with happiness at her reaction. I had hoped she would love it as much as I did. "I wanted to show you that I respect your feelings, your space," I said softly. "And I want you to feel comfortable, safe, and happy here."

  We approached the front door, and I handed her the key and title deed. As she took it, her fingers brushed against mine. Tears welled in her eyes when she looked at the title deed, and she gasped. "I've never had anything to call my own."

  That right there was why I did this. She would never fucking feel that way ever again. Even if she decided she didn't want me in her life one day-not that she could fucking get away from me-but if she needed space. If I got too fucking controlling, she would always, always have this.

  She hesitated for a moment before unlocking the door. Stepping inside, she gasped, and her eyes widened in awe. The interior was just as beautiful as the outside - modern, spacious, and decorated with touches of her passions. There was a dedicated music room with her favorite instruments neatly displayed, a room that could double as a study, and three bedrooms, providing plenty of space for the life I hoped we would create together.

  "Reece, it's perfect," she breathed, her voice tinged with happiness and gratitude.

  I wrapped my arms around her gently, holding her close. "I'm so glad you like it," I said softly. "This is a new beginning, Tatum. A place where if you let me, we can build our future together at your pace."

  Tatum turned to me, her eyes shimmering with tears of joy. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible but filled with profound meaning. "Thank you so much."

  I leaned in and gently kissed her forehead. "No need to thank me. It's you, Tatum. I'd do anything for you," I replied, my heart full of love for her. I never thought I'd ever feel this. She managed to break down every fucking wall I built around my heart.

  Chapter 17

  Tatum

  Looking in the full-length mirror, I could hardly believe how my body was changing. My boobs were bigger and firmer, and my flat stomach had a four-month bump. Reece steps out of the shower and wraps his arms around me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. Pregnant me seemed to turn the man on even more.

 

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