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Her big eyes fill with amusement as I rip off my own shirt. “I thought you said…” She can’t finish her statement before I’m on her. Pushing her knees up, I’m dying to be inside her. Her breath catches as my cock enters her pussy. “Ohhh.”

“Take me.”

She shifts her ass to angle her pussy to meet my thrusts. “Oh. Rory.”

“That’s it. You’re going to cry out my name when you come.”

Chapter 10

ROSA

A phone rings, startling me awake, as I roll over. The nausea I’ve felt for the last week and a half should hit at any moment. Rory has his family doctor coming over later this morning to check me out. I wonder if I’ll ever actually meet his family?

“Hello? Uh. Yeah. One second.” He presses the mute button on his phone. “I have to go out.”

Panic flairs on my face. “But?”

“I promise.” He leans over and kisses my forehead. “No one is going to hurt you.”

Dread pushes up the bile I feel gurgling in my throat as I nod. “Are you showering before you go?”

He hops out of bed and strolls to his dresser. “My shower last night is all I need.” He waves his arm to the bathroom. “Feel free.”

I will myself to hold it together as I stand. “What about your doctor?”

“Oh. He texted. He’ll be here in an hour. You’ll like him. He’s a nice old guy.”

“Okay. Sure.” I pad into the bathroom to pee and shower.

Setting the plate in the sink, I glance around the apartment. It’s much less extravagant than what I am used to. But a great improvement to the cheap motels we stayed in over the last few weeks. A knock sends a bolt of dread through my body. Looking through the peephole, there’s an older white-haired guy staring at the door. I open the door to his smiling face.

“Hello.” His accent is very Russian which makes my heart skip a beat. “I’m Dr. Kovalev. You must be Rosa?”

“Yes. Please come in. Rory should be back soon.”

“No worries. He mentioned you’ve been sick to your stomach.”

We walk into the kitchen as he sets his bag on the end of the counter. “Would you like some coffee or juice?”

“No. Thank you. Tell me about your symptoms.”

“I’ve been nauseous for the past week or so. I thought it was food poisoning.”

The man nods. “Are you throwing up all day?”

“No. I throw up in the mornings and sometimes in the late afternoon. It’s like my stomach has butterflies in it.”

He reaches for his bag. “Could you be pregnant?”

Chewing on my lip, I drop my gaze. “Maybe.”

“That would explain your symptoms.” He pulls out a white box with a pink border. “Go pee on the stick and we’ll see.”

I take the box from his hand and trudge to the bathroom. Will Rory be mad? Blowing out my breath, I read the directions anddo what it says. A few minutes later, I walk out with the stick in my hand and the box in the other. “It says I’m pregnant.”

Dr. Kovalev smiles from my kitchen sink. He’s been rinsing my dishes to put into the dishwasher. “Well, that solves the mystery. I’ll write down the vitamins you need to take and text Rory the name of an OB/GYN here in Manhattan.”

I’m staring at the man as the nausea peaks. Turning, I run back to the bathroom and empty my stomach for the second time today.

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