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Lamas' POV:

When I got to my office, I needed to make a complaint to Christophe, because the files weren't really smiling this minute; I would end up informing him, which would undoubtedly lead to a compromising experience for him. I didn't want that, especially for someone who showed great interest in me. So I did the next best thing, which was to sit. I glanced about the 'dark room', and my eyes met Augusta's. I remembered the other night at the club. Even though I had the time to blackmail Elena. I also had the time to catch Augusta before she made a stupid move. I watched as quietly as she strode down the corridor. Her eyes were on nobody else's aside from Jonathan who was already occupied with a lot of people wanting to speak with him. I noticed how she had finally slipped something into his drink. And with the way she was dressed, it was obvious she was going to be sleeping with this man tonight if that was what it took to kill him. She was so fucking desperate at that moment. But there I also noticed her gulp something down. Wait a minute, did she just drug herself? I followed this as she walked along the corridor without taking note of any other thing. She walked into a room that I was sure was meant for Jonathan because a few moments later he was entering the room. My hand tightened into a fist and I was sure as hell that my knuckles were white. I couldn't stand her ever having sex with anyone. I didn't know why but all I knew was that I walked into the room and the next thing was to knock the guy out before scolding her for being so careless.

"I almost had him." She stated but she didn't. If she had slept with him... someone who was under tight security, it would have gotten a lot of attention, she might have been the one to get killed. And there I was wanting to help her. She was barely...barely dressed. Just like a stripper. And her eyes were deflated because of the drug she took. How I was going to get out of there without sleeping with her was still unknown to me because those nipples of hers were begging me to suck them. I smacked my head. Did she even know the repercussions of the drug she took? No wonder why she was getting horny, so she would certainly be prepared for anything.

"C'mon, let's go," I said as I walked over to her and tried to lift her. Her scent wafted into my nostrils. She always smelled so good. But of course, what did I expect? She wasn't going anywhere without a fight. With the drug working inside her, she kissed my lips.

"I'm so... fucking wet." She whispered. I couldn't believe that my dick hardened that moment...so painfully hard. My gaze went down to her long legs, so glossy and smooth. Even the string she had on her nipples was enough to drive a man crazy. I leaned down and peeled them off with my teeth. Fuck, when did she fucking get piercings? The silver rings glistened in the dull light. I shook my head. I really shouldn't do this. "I want you, Lamas." She looked at me with desperate eyes and I was torn. Was it the drug speaking? Then she wrapped her legs around me before rubbing against me. I groaned because I was already really hard enough. She grinded on me again.

"Perhaps I'll explain it all to you when you sober up honey." Unable to hold myself anymore, I smashed my lips against hers, undoing my zip without removing my trousers. Staring at how wet she was, I had to test the waters first. She twitched the moment I entered her with my thumb. I took my extra large dick because of how fucking horny I was and rammed into her. "Arggh." I closed my eyes in relief and pleasure. "You feel so fucking good," I said while she spread her legs out for more access. Her walls clenched around me while her eyes closed out of pleasure. This was the first time I'd fuck any woman in a missionary style. Her eyes locked on mine and I found myself lost in their depth. Our lips touched again. This wasn't actual sex at all. It felt much more intimate. My sighs and groans filled the air as I went faster.

"Yes...yes." She said as I jerked into her, hitting her sweet spot. I knew she was so close to cumming. I was too. Before I knew it, I was cumming inside her...again. When I pulled out of her, she was dripping with my cum.

She was at her table, doing the paperwork. Her eyes finally landed on mine. It was confirmed this morning that she is indeed pregnant for me. How wonderful was the news, but of course she wasn't happy about that. She wanted to live a free life with no thoughts of being a mother. She turned back to her work and continued. She refused to stay home even after telling her to. She was carrying my seed now but she didn't care. She didn't want the child, but then again she wasn't going to abort it because she didn't want to. If she wanted to, she would have done so by now. And I knew pregnant women had cravings so I ordered some things for her which she refused to it. Like c'mon, she was still mad at me? Yeah, I deserved it though, but she wasn't fighting me as much as I thought she would. Or was there something else? If it was dealt with by Jonathan, I had several ways of doing so. I even knew his secrets. The darkest of them all. She could just leave that to me. She finally rose from her seat and walked towards me. I checked my watch to see that it was already past work time. She always worked late but I guess she wasn't today and that was understandable. The child needed rest just as much as the mother did. I nodded when she mentioned that she was going home before calling the driver to get ready. She didn't say anything more, instead, took her bag and the food I brought her before walking out of the office. If I could make her feel any better I would. But then it was my fault she found herself in this situation.