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I woke up later than usual, feeling as if my throat and mouth were full of cloth. For a moment, I tried to remember what had happened and it was as if I didn't want to or a part of my memories had been erased. But memories of the day before came flooding back, knotting my stomach and filling me with confused despair.

It felt like a part of me had died the night before, as if the needle prick had killed something inside me. Maybe it was because I had started to think that Ravi and I were closer, like an ordinary couple. Or maybe it was because Stockholm syndrome, or whatever psychological problem I had, made me imagine unicorns where I didn't

existed. Whatever the reason, Ravi's actions felt like an agonizing betrayal.

When I regained consciousness the night before, I felt so shaken that I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

But now I was conscious again and with a growing desire to get away from him, even if it was for a few hours. The bed next to me was empty, the sheet was crumpled and Ravi's smell was permeated there, but he himself was nowhere in the room, this just gave me the strength to get out of bed and drag my feet to the shower, hoping that a cold shower would wake me up once and for all.

I was still groggy when I left my room, my senses heightened in case I had to deal with Ravi. The silence throughout the house revealed that I was alone, but I didn't know if it was real or not, I would have to take the risk to find out.

My steps are as agile as possible, if I had a chance I needed to grab it and I did, only looking back when I believed I was far enough and my lungs were practically exploding in search of oxygen.

The next step was to continue at the same pace.

Even though I wasn't feeling any pain, the fact that I had trackers on me was bothering me. Ravi could know in real time where I was, if he played he would even know the rhythm of my heartbeat and all this to protect the baby inside me. His obsession had in fact already gone beyond its limits, it went beyond the moment he drugged me and placed chips all over my body.

It was another warm morning and I should have thought it might be hot outside when I opted to wear a sweatshirt set as I was shivering when I left the bathroom. Taking off the long-sleeved flannel blouse didn't make the heat lessen, on the contrary, there was sweat everywhere.

Gael wasn't in the garage concentrating on fixing his car, in fact, he wasn't outside but his car was, which showed that he was at home. The gate was unlocked, as was the front door, still in the doorway, in front of the living room and staring into the kitchen, I waited to hear something that would give away that he was there.

- Gael? - I call, hoping to hear some response, but I hear nothing.

I take a few hesitant steps into the house, deciding to go to the kitchen door, finding the room empty. At least there, he wasn't there, which was the second floor.

I climb the stairs, already expecting to find the second floor empty, reporting that Gael wasn't home, that he hadn't left his car that day and had forgotten to lock the house.

But as I walk down the hallway, I start to hear the sound of water running, as if a faucet was running or even a shower. There was also a chance he had forgotten to open both registers and now he would have to deal with a small flood and the water bill.

- Gael? - My voice sounds again, as I approach the bathroom, whose door was completely open.

I stop in front of the door, feeling all my muscles paralyze. With everything that was happening in my life in those last few weeks, I didn't think I would ever witness something like that.

Gael held his penis firmly, while moving his hand up and down forcefully. His moans mixed with the water, which explained why he didn't hear me call. Clearly what I had to do in that situation was to turn around without him noticing and pretend that nothing had happened and that he had never been there. Or even wait for him to finish outside the house.

It would be the most sensible thing to do.

But I couldn't do any of the alternatives I gave myself, instead, I stayed where I was, watching those rhythmic movements, ending up being involved with Gael's moans, which I barely realized when he noticed me, looking in my direction, but without stopping what he was doing.

I held his gaze, watching him moan between his parted lips, while his expression made it clear how sorry he was. That was unreasonable. And despite the unusual situation, I also wanted to feel that pleasure.

Gael continues with the movements, until he opens his mouth in an O and his cock expels sperm onto his hand, while he is still moving. It was a scene that he could easily classify as one of the most beautiful he had ever seen.

When I thought I was done, Gael opens the bathroom stall and walks towards me with quick strides and without any prior warning, presses his mouth against mine, lifting me off the floor with ease. I don't wait for an invitation, I wrap my legs around his bare waist, pressing my groin against his erection.

For a moment I forgot everything, while I received the best kiss of my life, while Gael held the back of my head firmly, ensuring that I wouldn't escape that kiss, without even knowing that I didn't want that kiss to end so soon.

I felt his hand sliding into my hair, his mouth diverted from mine, slowly going down my neck, until I was completely surrendered to his touches and ready to feel him inside me. But all it took was thinking about this last item, which reminded me that I was pregnant and that until then I was only there because I was angry with the man I was in love with because of the trackers.

From one moment to the next, all the excitement that surrounded me at that moment evaporated, leaving only my confused thoughts and a withdrawn body. Until Gael notices and stops what he's doing, trying to look deep into my eyes.

-Mariana-he says in a hoarse voice.

- I shouldn't have come - I say pushing his still damp chest, he understands the gesture and puts me on my feet again, taking a step back. His penis is still rigid, ending up trying to attract my attention to that area, which makes me struggle not to look.

- You can come here whenever you want, the doors of my house...

-This shouldn't have happened- I say raising my voice a little, hoping that this way he would understand what he was trying to say.

- Why? - He asks, being as direct as possible - Do you happen to have someone? - I didn't know what degree of relationship I had with Ravi, if anything. I didn't know if those trackers were some kind of commitment ring.

- Yes... I mean, no! - I babble without having any idea what to say - It's complicated. I'm in love with him but he doesn't feel the same way about me.

He narrows his eyes, considering my words.

- So I'm sorry to say - He approaches slowly - But he's an idiot who doesn't see the great woman he has by his side - He holds my face between his hands, I prepare myself for some reason to be kissed by him, anxiously waiting for that - I wanted you to be in love with me and if you weren't, I would make you fall in love every day, until you would wake up one day and know that you loved me.

Gael's words warmed me completely, perhaps for the simple fact that no one had ever said anything like that and he was the first person.

I was still waiting for him to kiss me, when I tilted my head to the side, still feeling some of the roughness of his hands against my face. However, he doesn't kiss me, which leaves me partially frustrated and as if my body wants to protest, a sharp pain followed by a feeling as if I had peed in the street, it's remarkable.

Frowning, I turn away from Gael, trying to understand what was happening, with the impression that something was wrong.