Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
After all, I’m pregnant now, and I need to find a way to survive for me and the coming baby. Sure, the night with Nick Bannister was momentous and mind-blowingly sensual, but it wasn’t anything permanent. Hell, we barely even exchanged names, and when I woke up the next day, he was already gone. Only the ache in my pussy, as well as the semen that seeped down my thighs for the next twenty-four hours told me that I’d enjoyed a sensual night with the man of my dreams.
But he was more than a figment of my imagination because that one-night stand left me pregnant and expecting his baby. I couldn’t believe it when I took a home pregnancy test, and then took a second and a third to be sure. But the double pink stripes kept appearing and I knew without a doubt that I’d conceived Nick Bannister’s child during our sensual night together.
Of course, I tried to contact him. I looked him up on the web, and it turns out that my international man of mystery is a wealthy businessman who founded and runs Rocket X, a space travel company looking to colonize Mars. I was astonished because I thought a company like that would be run by a petite nerd with huge glasses and a flabby paunch. But it was definitely my lover’s photo on the website, with the same piercing blue eyes and square jaw above the label “Founder and CEO.” Wow, who knew? Immediately, I dashed off an email to the company, requesting that my information be forwarded to Nick.
There was no reply, to my disappointment, so I called after a few days. The woman who took my name was unfailingly polite and promised to relay my message to Nick, but even as we spoke, I knew she was lying. I knew that my contact information would never reach Nick’s desk and that he would never know that I’d tried to contact him. After a week of hoping against hope, I took matters into my own hands and wrote him a letter, snail mail style. Yes, I addressed it to him at corporate headquarters, and prayed against all odds that someone, somewhere would have the sense to give it to him and that he’d open it and see my news.
But nothing happened for weeks, and I was disappointed. My babydaddy either never got the message, or simply doesn’t care that we conceived a child together. I had to deal with the heartbreak from that. Granted, I wasn’t expecting the world from Nick Bannister, but I’d like him to at least say something or do something. But there’s been no communication, and I can’t expect more. We hooked up in a supply closet, for crying out loud! It was nothing to be proud of, except that it was the most sensual night of my life.
But I had no options, so I moved on with my life with or without the CEO. By then, Lakeview had been sold and I’d secured a job in housekeeping with Suncrest Resorts, a bed and breakfast on the shores of Lake George. It’s actually in the same county as Lakeview Manor, and I drive by the cream-colored mansion sometimes on my way to work, my heart going flippity-flop when I pass the beautiful estate. But that’s neither here nor there because it’s not my home anymore. Yes, I got attached to the house and the land, and took care of every piece of furniture as if the items belonged to me, but they never did. I was always the hired help, and my stay there was only temporary.
Now, I need to save as much as possible, so I’m toiling away at long shifts in order to put money in the bank. Everyone tells me that I need to take at least three months to recover from labor and delivery, and while Suncrest management will give me some time off, they won’t pay me for it, so I need to save.
Ruefully, I stare down at my bump. It’s still small at the moment, but it’s definitely there, and slightly visible beneath the brown housekeeping smock they have us wear. My apron is a bit snug too, the white sash around my waist knotted loosely so that it’s not too constricting. I know I’ve put on weight, although people have complimented me on my glowing visage and rosy cheeks. It’s the pregnancy. I want this child, even if his or her father doesn’t, and I can’t wait for the child to be born.
But right now, I need to get back to ironing this shirt. My back aches and it’s hard to be on my feet for so many hours at a time, but this is the hand I was dealt, and I’m going to do my best. With a sigh, I pick up the iron and attack the collar of the shirt with a vengeance. Collars are one of the toughest parts because they need to lie flat but not too flat. They’re also one of the first parts of a shirt that someone sees, so it’s important to get it right.