Chapter 18: Lunch Break Bombshell

Selene

Morning light pours through the windows, golden and soft, warming the bed as if the universe is in on us enjoying this moment. Last night I decided to forget about that text and just enjoy our time.

Adrian stirs beside me, hair tousled, arm slung over my waist, his bare chest rising and falling in a perfect rhythm against my cheek. I trace lazy circles across his skin, still basking in the afterglow of last night. My body aches in all the right ways, and my heart is slowly giving up the fight.

He kisses the top of my head without even opening his eyes. “Still here.”

“You thought I’d sneak out?”

“I don’t know what I thought to be honest .”

“I told you I’m not running. Not yet, anyway.”

He opens his eyes now, a sleepy smirk playing on his lips. “That doesn’t sound very reassuring.” As he moves down below the sheets spreading my thighs and beginning his assault on my pussy till I'm gasping.

"Believe me now he whispers ". And I pull him up and onto his back.

I climb on top of him with a grin, straddling his waist and leaning down to brush my lips against his. “Then give me a reason to stay.”

I can feel his thick cock growing harder and I begin to rub my slit against it, his hands dig into my waist as I lift up and position him at my entrance and slam down onto his huge length. He moans loudly and as I begin to ride him , while he stares up at me tweaking my pierced nipples as I grind on him.

He gives me a hell of a reason—two to be specific-before we even make it to the kitchen.

We manage to get dressed and out the door by ten. He kisses me in the elevator, not caring that the security guard can see us on the camera. It’s possessive, lingering, and I melt under the weight of it.

We walk into his offices hand in hand , and everyone watches dumbfounded.

At the office, things are calm—at least on the surface. We’re both swamped. Adrian had called in and arranged an office close to his to be fitted with everything I’d need. He spends his morning in back-to-back meetings, and I catch up on emails and client updates from Jonathan. But around noon, he texts me.

Adrian: Lunch? My office. Door locked. No excuses. Bring that sweet ass to me .

I smirk.

Me: Bossy much ? I think you’ve forgotten who controls things

Adrian: You love it.

He’s not wrong. I don’t mind following every now and again.

I head into his office with two takeout bags that his secretary handed to me and a smile. The door clicks shut behind me, and he’s already walking toward me, tie undone, jacket off, looking every bit like my undoing.

“Hey,” I say, lifting the bags. “I brought sushi and—”

I don’t get a chance to finish my sentence , because he cups my face and kisses me like he hasn’t seen me in weeks instead of a few hours. I drop the bags on the table and let myself melt into it. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and I open up for him.

He pulls me to the couch, tugging me down so I’m sitting between his legs, his arms wrapped around me from behind.

“This is nice,” I whisper.

He kisses my neck. “It’s perfect.” He reaches around and cups my boobs while he sucks my throat.

" Down tiger, let's eat something ", I laugh at him.

We’re eating and laughing quietly when the door bursts open.

My blood runs cold.

A stunning woman with sleek dark hair, blood-red lips, and heels that scream money strides in like she owns the place.

Adrian jerks upright. “Bianca?”

She eyes us, her gaze landing on my legs draped over his lap, his arms still half-around me. Her smile is sharp. “Well. That answers that.”

I start to move, but Adrian holds me there, a subtle signal not to react.

“Bianca, you can’t just walk in here—”

“I knocked. No one answered. Figured I’d let myself in, since we used to share more than just door access.”

My stomach tightens. So this is the woman who texted last night !

Bianca’s eyes flick to me, sizing me up with one dismissive glance before turning her full attention to Adrian. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to reminisce. I just thought you’d want to hear this from me first.”

He straightens, jaw tense. “What?”

She takes a breath, her voice smooth and practiced. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

Adrian’s hand drops from my waist. His entire body goes rigid. I turn to look at him, but he’s frozen, staring at her like she’s just slapped him.

Bianca steps closer, placing a perfectly manicured hand over her stomach. “Six weeks. So, you do the math.”

Adrian finally finds his voice. “That’s not possible.”

“Oh, it’s possible,” she says lightly. “And I’m not here to ask anything from you just yet. Just thought I’d give you a heads up before things get… complicated.”

Her gaze cuts to me again, a flicker of satisfaction in her eyes. “Hi, I’m Bianca. Ex-girlfriend, the mother of his child and soon to be wife and you are ?.”

I rise, my hands trembling, but I keep my chin high.

“None of your business . Oh and Thanks for the update, even though I don't recall asking for your life history,” I say coldly. “I’ll let you two talk.”

“Selene—” Adrian starts.

But I’m already at the door. I don't wait to hear any excuses.

“I need to get back to work,” I mutter.

He looks torn, stunned and speechless.

And as the door shuts behind me, my heart is thudding so loud I swear everyone in the hallway can hear it.