Page 15 of Forbidden Pregnancy
I pull out my phone, ready to check on my latest football parlays. This Josh Allen 45-yard (or more) pass almost guarantees a win for the first leg, but the next two are far more uncertain…
Myra clears her throat disapprovingly.
“What?”
“Those lights are disruptive,” she says. “Couldn’t you grab one of the books from this enormous library?”
“Those aren’t decorations?”
“You have a first-edition signed copy of Toni Morrison’sSong of Solomon,” Myra responds breathlessly. “It’s not a decoration. It’s a rare treasure.”
“Really? Where is it?”
Myra rolls her eyes like she couldn’t be bothered with my levels of ignorance, but she gets up out of her teacher’s chair and for the first time since she entered my sister’s life, she pays attention to me. I don’t care if she wants to call me a big dumb idiot all day. Getting her attention gives me a surge of raw power that feels better because of how hard to come by it really is.
Maybe she has a boyfriend. Not like that would stop me from trying anything with her. Especially after watching her ass sway towards this alleged treasure. I reluctantly leave my seat, following Myra to one of the center bookshelves in the library. Her finger travels along the board of one wooden shelf and she stops beneath a copy of a very old looking book.
This is her treasure? Myra must have been huffing whiteboard markers while I wasn’t looking. Excitedly, she pullsout the book and flips to the copyright page with a large, black signature.
“Nice…” I mutter with desperation to hide my disinterest.
“It’s special,” she says.
The words spill out of my mouth before I have the time to question them. “You can have it. It’s just a book. These all belonged to my grandmother.”
“Michael!” Myra gasps, looking up at me with wide, appreciative brown eyes. My dick lurches aggressively against my pants as I earn another crumb of attention from my younger sister’s private tutor. “You can’t be serious. Are you allowed to do that?”
“Why not?” I mutter, allowing my eyes to soak up Myra’s excitement and how strangely good I feel knowing that she feels that way because of me. “I want you to have it.”
She holds the book against her chest. Myra’s breasts swell as the pages press against them. That view alone makes the moment of generosity worth it.
“Thank you,” she says. “This was my favorite book in college. It means a lot to me.”
A smile comes to my face that seems to startle her.
“You’re welcome. You may return to your grading. I’ll… try this one.”
I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking. I want to impress her. Kiss her. Push her up against the wall and take every last inch of her…
Chapter Seven
Myra
Present
My left arm tingles. The painful throbbing from a limb falling asleep jerks me awake. The jerking remains internal rather than external. My mind snaps awake, but my body remains still and worse than that, I feel like I'm pinned in place.
Pinned in place? By what? It doesn't even make sense. But nothing makes sense to me because it feels like I'm swimming through heavy water just to piece together a coherent thought.Move.
That thought is clear. An immediate command that my body should be able to follow. Except nothing moves. Another clear thought enters my head shortly after.
I don't know where I am.
I send another signal to my limbs, which I can't feel in my current condition.Move.
My body reacts with such a delay that I can almost feel the signal traveling from my brain all the way down to my thighs. Myleg jerks slightly, but all that does is pin me further beneath the heavy object lying on top of me.
It's dark in here, making the disorientation worse. What happened? A bomb? Hearing about the 9th Circle bombing a few months ago must have seeped its way into my head. I would know if a bomb went off.
