Chapter 43 THE BAD NEWS
STELLA'S POV
I bounced vigorously on the end, convulsing and cumming so hard.
I couldn't wait for him to just put his huge cock into my pussy. Why was he delaying? Oh fuck me!
A knock on the door distracted us.
He was just about putting in his dick when he withdrew it.
A man walked inside with his back, not wanting to see us fucking.
“What is it?” He asked.
“Your ex wife is in your house. She demands to see you.”
Fuck! I forgot I was here on a mission because I was busy getting my pussy eaten and screwed up!
“Why can't you handle it? Why disturbing me in the middle of work?!!” He fired.
“She has your wife hostage at the rooftop. She threatens to kill her if you don't show up.” The man said sharply as he showed him a video of what he was saying.
“That crazy ass bitch!” He barked as he started to dress up.
“Settle her.” He instructed as he put on his shirt and left the room.
“Your details ma'am.” The man asked.
“Have you no shame?!” I barked as I covered my body with the duvets.
“I'm sorry.” He said as he looked away.
“Get out!” I barked but he didn't leave.
“I can't until I've settled you.”
“What do you mean?” I asked him as I was actually confused.
“Your account details. I can't leave without needing your payment.”
“What payment?” I was clearly confused.
“For satisfying the boss.”
“How much is it?” I asked again as I pushed back my hair behind my ears.
“Twenty five million dollars.”
My jaw dropped at the mention of the large amount.
Just for getting fucked? Damn! This was more than what his crazy ex wife was paying!
I quickly called out my account details to him and in less than a minute, my phone buzzed with an incoming message.
He helped me with my phone on the dressing table as I was a bit far from it.
“Thank you.” I mumbled as I unlocked my phone.
“Holy fuck!” I exclaimed in shock.
The money was actually sent to me! I didn't even know when my phone fell from my hands.
The man smiled.
“You will get more of these if you keep doing your job well. Drop your details if you're interested for a next deal.” He said as he handed me his phone to put my eleven digits.
Was I going to sell myself like that? I came here because I needed money but what I got was already enough. No, me giving out my digits was going to define me as nothing but a prostitute.
I wasn't that. I was just a hungry pussy fucker, not a prostitute.
“Get out.” I said as I shoved his phone away, wrapping the duvets around me and headed for the bathroom.
I went back home. I was so exhausted and had a quick bath while laying on the bed, thinking of everything that just happened.
I decided to call Arya, dialing her number but she was not picking up. I dropped the phone for a few minutes as I tries to wash my face in the bathroom. By the time I returned, I saw a text message on her phone. She opens it and it reads:
“Meet me there tomorrow to finish up. I'll balance you once we're done!”
I just knew it was George, as I learned his name from earlier.
Balance me? That was when that part of the sentence rang in my brain. So he didn't even complete paying me with such a huge amount? Wow! I was amazed.
One week passed;
I was at Arya's home as I recounted my ordelas to her and we laughed about it.
I came to visit her after she called me, saying she was sick.
Arya was running temperature and throwing up. I concluded it to be fever as she was taking drugs but it didn't seem to subside.
As we were still speaking, she rushed to the bathroom and threw up again.
"You need to see the doctor this time, Arya." I said to her as I rubbed her back to ease her pain.
"Or leave your job because of the stress." Arya added slowly.
“Tsk— what job?” I chuckled as she smiled.
“Your job of course. Who knows maybe I'm suffering on your behalf.” She teased as we went back to the room after she washed up.
"I don't know Stella… I just don't feel good these days." Arya tried to explain how she was feeling, not suspecting anything out of the ordinary.
"Well…maybe you are just going through a lot of stress. You need to rest, okay?" I comforted her as I gave her some pain relief to ease off the pain she was feeling.
"First thing tomorrow morning, we will see a doctor." I added while sucking Arya into bed.
"Okay Stella but please don't tell my parents about this else they'll freak out… please…?" Arya pleaded with me.
We have been hiding her sickness for a while now. Arya had a dramatic mum that could literally start wailing and rolling on the floor once she was told Arya was sick and her dad, he so much loved her.
She was the pet of the house.
"I will not… don't worry." I assured her as I kept on rubbing her head and we smiled at each other.
The next day, we were at the hospital as we waited for our turn to see a doctor. Arya started feeling sick again as her feet began to get swollen. The hospital environment all of a sudden turned her off as she told me she was feeling nauseous.
"Are you alright?" I asked her.
"Yeah I'm fine… just…" Before she could finish her statement, she rushed to the bathroom meant for guests and threw up there.
It's their time to go in and see a doctor.
They were asked to wait for some time for the test results. After several hours of waiting, the results came out and they were invited back into the doctor's office.
In the office, Arya and I looked at each other, puzzled.
Doctor, I don't understand you. Can you explain what you mean… like come again…" I asked the doctor further.
"Aren't you aware of this ma'am? It's been two months… I mean your pregnancy." The doctor added which shocked both of them.
"My best friend is pregnant?" I asked the doctor in confusion.
"Yes. She should have known about this for a long time now." The doctor added. He seems to be familiar with Arya's family so he knew about them to a certain peak.
My heart beat faster as Arya couldn't believe it.
She demanded for a test to be run on her again. Her body vibrated with so much fear and anxiety. She couldn't even think properly again.
The doctor got up and took us to have a scan, as we were not convinced with the blood test.
He showed us the growing embryo in Arya's uterus. We were both shocked but I held her hand in reassurance.
"..." She tried to speak, then closed her mouth.
We both left for home. We alighted from the cab as soon as we reached her home.
"Wait…” she paused and turned to me, “don't tell anyone about this please." She pleaded.
"How about we talk when we get in?" I asked, instead of replying.