Page 11 of Fixation
While I catch my breath, I watch for a sign of her waking up.
Poor thing, she’s so overworked that she doesn’t even stir.
I’ll take care of her. Will make every part of her life better. Later.
At the moment, her exhaustion works in my favor. I trace a finger over her panties and rub some of myself into her, mixing our orgasms.
Unfortunately getting someone pregnant isn’t that simple.
Which reminds me…
I tuck myself in, then pull the covers over her.
Time to make my second stop for the night.
Her bathroom. More accurately, the drawer beneath the sink where she keeps her birth control pills.
Jealousy claws at my chest, wild and furious.
Other men…Other motherfucking men touching her…
White-hot rage pulses behind my eyes.
For a brief moment.
Her past is her past. I’ve already established that. I can’t and won’t go on a killing spree to eliminate all her exes.
I breathe. Calm myself down.
Maybe she’s never had anyone. Maybe she just takes these to regulate her period.
I silence the beast in my head. Second by second, I return to myself. I feel even better once I empty the birth control pills from Harper’s case into my hand, then into my pocket.
I saw them when I installed the cameras and bought the exact same brand.
Before I slot the mints into her case, I take note of when her prescription runs out, so I’ll be ready to swap them next month.
The tightness in my shoulders loosens. The corners of my lips twitch.
There, all done.
Harper won’t have a clue that I’m preparing her body to carry my children.
Ours. No one else’s.
If someone asks her out, I’ll know it.
If someone snoops around her house, I’ll know that too.
No man is coming in here.
No man will put his babies inside her.
No one’s getting close to what’s mine.
Never.
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