DECISION

ELENA'S POV:

"Tell me it's not true Elena. You're not pregnant for him, are you? You're just saying this to push me away." He stated as he gripped my shoulders, but I ripped myself away from his hands. My response caused a shocked look to appear on his face. Yes, I had never opposed him. He looked at me like I wasn't the same Elena he knew and the look broke me. But I had to return to Derek. I turned and walked away from Antonio, making my way to the ballroom. I glanced around for Derek before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped slightly but was relieved to find out it was Derek. We locked gaze for a while and I could tell that he overheard our discussion but he didn't ask any questions, instead, he gave me a look that asked if I was ready to leave. I nodded and followed him out of the ball. From there, we drove home. I took off my gown and kind of had difficulty unzipping the gown and looked over my shoulder at Derek.

I needn't say anything, he came and helped unzip my outfit, slowly, in a very slow manner like he was taking his time to stare at my skin. But then nothing was said, there was only silence except for the quiet thud that met the ground. I stepped out of the gown and noticed Derek was watching my every movement. He had brought me to his room anyway, and it was clear it was for this reason. He leaned against the pillow on his bed, having taken his shirt and shoe off. He was left in trousers but kept his eyes on me. His tattoo made him seem attractive. His body gave nothing but masculinity. I was standing right in front of the mirror in lingerie before I walked towards the bed and crawled on top of it. I thought he was going to make a move, but he didn't. I could guess he had more pressing matters to think about. So the room remained silent while I lay down to have my beauty sleep. I was getting really dizzy.

"You told him that to get rid of him didn't you?" He asked. "About our child." I nodded.

"I can't keep his hopes high. He'll have to move on as well if need be. I'm too drained to feel pressured by anyone's principles." I stated. Then he pulled me closer to his chest and though I didn't love Derek as much as I did Antonio, I still felt so comfortable and safe in his arms.

"You wish you could go back to him don't you?" He questioned and I shook my head.

"I may be in love with him, but that doesn't mean I'll ever go back to him. I just want to get over him." I said, and I meant every word.

"Then let me help you." He began. "Let me help you get over him."

"How?"

"Look at me." He said and I did. The resemblance he and his brother had was just too much, but then, they had different personalities. He leaned up and kissed my forehead. "If you know how bad I want you to stop thinking about him, and him. If you understand how much it hurts me when you call him even in your sleep...." His last statement made me shocked. What did he mean by that? I called Antonio even in my sleep. His fingers razed down my belly, down to my lower abdomen. "Sometimes I wonder what it is that he offered that I am not." His finger placed on my cunt and my jaw dropped. "Making you forget him is something I want to do so bad." He said as he continued to thrust into me with his finger. Then he added another finger. My eyes were on his as he pleasured me. "You want to forget him?" I nodded. "Then we'll be fucking till you do. Every part of this body belongs to me. You're mine." He said as he kissed the skin in between my breasts. "You have my child growing in your womb mia cara. I'm not allowing you to fall for another man." He added another finger, stretching me out. My jaw dropped and he took advantage of that and kissed me, sticking his tongue inside my mouth. This kiss was unusual, this was rough, deep and competitive. I moaned against his lips as his fingers moved inside me. I moved ahead and unbuttoned his zip and stroked him the moment his cock sprang up. I could barely close my hand around it. It was his turn to groan into the kiss. Then we pulled away and focused on our hands. My breathing became ragged as I reached my climax. I spilled on his fingers before he raised his finger to my mouth making me lick off my juice from his fingers. I continued to stroke him till he was spilling on my hand as well. I was about to sit on him when he pushed me back to the bed and sat with both legs on either side of me before kissing me again. When he did not attempt to have sex with me, I realized he was only going to pleasure me. It softened my heart. He shifted back and kissed my cunt, before licking me off. My jaw dropped as I pulled his head closer to my cunt and rubbed myself on him. Then he added a finger to it causing me to gasp.

"Derek," I called, biting my lower lips. He added another finger as he continued to pleasure me with his tongue. He kissed and sucked me off. "Oh my god." I covered my mouth, trying not to make any sound, but it was impossible. My grasp on his hair tightened as he continued to fuck me with his tongue. When he was done, he crawled up and kissed my lips, his tongue on mine. I could taste myself on his tongue. His finger continued to fuck me though till I was coming again. My breathing was heavy... really heavy. He kissed me once more, and when I moved to touch him, he didn't permit me to, and there he was hard. He climbed down from the bed and zipped his trousers up. He looked at me.

"But..." I began.

"It's fine." He said and walked out of the room.