Chapter 90

Megan's Point of View

I stopped and looked at them one by one, as if wanting to say something, and asked if they could clarify what they were saying.

When I spotted Rayleigh, he had his face hidden, so I couldn't see his grin. Every time I observe his small motions, my head becomes hotter. My father is the one I want to call to explain and tell me that what he is saying is only a joke. When everyone else was smiling and I was the only one with an incomprehensible expression, I walked away without looking at them, despite the fact that I could hear my father calling me out loud.

Why now? Why is it just now? He had several opportunities at the time, but he did nothing with even one of them. He squandered every chance that came his way. It's as though he wasted time, and now that I'm thinking about forgetting him and the things he did, he's doing these things to me. I know he was a part of the plan because if he hadn't been, he would have been astonished by what he discovered, but he wasn't. He still appears pleased with what is going on, and my chest tightens as I consider how enjoyable it must be in his eyes to toy with my heart.

“Megan!" I hastened my pace as I heard his voice following me again. I'll just return to the hospital and relax there. I didn't even check to see whether the driver had carried my baggage home. I walked faster so he couldn't catch up with me, but because his steps were so large, he quickly got my hand to stop.

Because I was probably pregnant, I didn't see that my tears were already trickling. I was no longer acclimated to my habit because of my unpredictable emotions. Even if I don't want to be hurt by the tiny things, I can't help but do it since I can't control the feelings I will have in response to the things that will be done to me.

When he saw me sobbing, his eyes turned sorrowful. I quickly grabbed my hand because I felt like he was piercing me every time he touched me. I looked at him with dejection in my eyes, as if I wanted to ask him what else he needed because he had already crushed me. Because of the agony I was experiencing, I was almost alright. I don't know where to place the terrible agony that I'm having since it's overflowing.

"What else do you need from me?" Perhaps my eyes have turned bloodshot. As I questioned him, I remembered the ladies he'd met, despite the fact that he knew I'd had feelings for him for a long time. Even though we had just ended having sex, I was particularly taken with the final message I saw on his phone. Because of what he did, I even beat a toy. I appear to be a naive child, which is OK no matter what he does to me; what matters is that he can take care of himself, which is perhaps my worst error. I let him do that to me because that's what I think I'm comfortable with; I'm not aiming any higher because I thought it's too much for me.

When he didn't respond, I turned around and continued going. I didn't look back at him and persisted on my way to the gate, notwithstanding my heavy footfall. When I stepped outside, a cool breeze blew, as if they were communicating something. I wrapped my arms around myself and welcomed the howling chill. When I yawned, I resumed my stroll, fighting my tiredness.

That night, I visited Thea twice more. It was her loss when I initially went to her since she already knew her son had died. The second was that once I finished eating, I returned to watch over him. Rayleigh insisted on following me, but I ignored him and pretended he was only a gust of wind that I couldn't see. But I don't show it to Thea because I don't want her to be concerned about me anymore. I didn't want to say anything further since she was thinking too much.

My only issue is where I sleep every night since I still don't want to go home. I want them to apologize to me for their rash choice on my behalf. I didn't notice Rayleigh, who looked to be here and planned to remain next to me, until I went to the building where I could rent. That's why I sought for a place; I didn't want to see or be with him, yet he's still clawing here.

When I spoke to the owner, Rayleigh simply followed me like a restless cat wherever the road led. The landlady is elderly, and I was fortunate that she provided me with a deposit. We had just finished discussing restrictions when she looked at my stomach.

Oh, no! Is my stomach truly visible? She asked with a smile, and I couldn't move to her question since I knew Rayleigh could hear her.

"How long have you been pregnant?"

"W-what are you trying to say?" I feigned laughing, but the uneasiness was still there. I couldn't look Rayleigh in the eyes since I knew he was peering at me as well. I was perspiring tremendously. I know his expression is full of curiosity now about what the woman said, so I shut off that thinking by responding to what the woman said in order to refute it. "I guess I just ate too much and now I have a huge stomach," I joke, knowing it's too late for it because Rayleigh wraps his hand around my stomach and grips my belly as if he was feeling the inside of it.

"Is that so? I apologize, and I like condemning topics about which I am unsure." She rubbed the back of her neck, as if ashamed by what she said, and while I grinned and just squeezed Rayleigh's hand to remove it from my stomach. He seemed to be becoming overly at ease.

When the old lady departed, I waited for her to come down before pushing Rayleigh out as well. When I was going to walk inside and was about to close the door on him, he stopped it using his hand so that I wouldn't. I gave him a ferocious stare, but he only returned it. I pushed harder on the door, but he pushed back even harder. Knowing I couldn't fight him, I just let him open the door all the way.

"Is it true?" he said as soon as we stepped into the door. I glanced at him in awe, then returned to see that my expression hadn't changed. I understand what he means, but I'd rather go blind than tell him the truth, because he'll just stand by me because I have a baby in my womb. I'd rather have the two of us than him loving me for reasons I'm sure he doesn't like.

"Which one is correct?" I asked, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow at him. I could no longer avoid staring him in the eyes since the light had been turned on. I pierced him with icy stares.

"The baby," he added without stuttering, and he appeared even more resolute.

"BABY WHAT?" I exclaimed and laughed after questioning him aloud. I clenched my teeth at him, but I didn't show him that I understood what he meant. He simply stood there staring at me until I stopped laughing. When it ended, I wiped the corner of my eye, as if tears were forming as a result of my laughter. I also touch my stomach to make him further angrier with me.

He didn't say anything because of my reaction, and he appeared depressed. Even though I wanted to forget him, I couldn't since I wasn't accustomed to seeing him looking like that, so I averted my eyes from him and just turned away. I don't have a bed or anything else in the house yet, so I could just sleep at a hotel for now and buy stuff for the house tomorrow.

"Don't worry, I'll go to my parents tomorrow about canceling the marriage so that we won't be stuck in a loop of regret for the rest of our lives. Talk to your parents as well so that the marriage does not continue, which is something we both do not want." I wandered around the house pretending to be busy, but he still followed me, so I just told him what I was telling him. "And if my parents instruct you to follow me everywhere I go, you don't have to; just tell them I'll return whenever I wish."

"Who informed you that everything I do is because of our parents?" His voice is colder and more painful than mine. It felt as frigid as if my hairs had risen up, and he couldn't voice his disdain. I wanted to laugh at him since he was showing me these things now, but he wasn't paying any attention to me at the time.

“Why? Isn't that true?” I am now facing him completely.

"No."

Because of his prompt answer, I did instantly fall silent. Something in my heart leaped after he said it. I felt a tickling in my stomach and just stared at him, while he gazed at my face as though remembering every aspect of it. When I couldn't talk anymore because of what he uttered, he poured every sentence he had.

"I like whatever I do. I'm following you around because I like it, and they did not ask me. I'm willing to disobey my parents for you." He was saddened because of what said, and something touched what was in my heart, but I controlled the smile that was ready to break out, so I turned back. Maybe he realizes now that when I can't look at him, I turn my back on him so he doesn't see my reaction.

"Really?" was all I could say to him.

I'm not sure what happened next, but as far as I can tell, his lips are already on mine, and he's kissing me passionately. My eyes were still wide at first, but it gradually dawned on me how he drew and kissed me. When his kiss landed on my neck, I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him back. He was the one who took my virginity, so I only finally learned how to kiss from him. I keep following the movement of our lips.

And we'll probably have sex on the floor for the second time since he's supporting me straight there. I pushed him to the floor while I was lying on it and we were ready to continue what we were doing. I took off my covering and felt the cold from the floor. He just remains there watching my every move as I get excited. The doctor stated that being sexually frustrated is sometimes a component of being pregnant, so perhaps this is how I feel.

When he was lying down, I climbed on his body, stripped down his pants, and his cock smacked my cheek as if by magic. I spit on it and ran up and down my hands to get it wet and slip. I positioned his cock between my breasts and gave him a titjob after making sure it was slick. I'm not sure what the right call is, but that's what I did. I immediately slid my boobs up and down his cock, and to my amazement, a large amount of white juice poured into my face. He has a cum.

I sat on his stomach and caressed his cock again to push it into my pussy while he was recovering his breath. To gain support, he lifted his head and touched my waist, while my hands rested on his stomach. I began to move as he held my hips to assist my every movement, and I raised my body when I felt him inside of me. Sweat was dripping down my neck, and I didn't know what to do next just to get to the end.