Forgotten Love: A BWWM Pregnancy Billionaire Love Story (9 page)

“
Fran,”
he bit out, his lungs empty of oxygen as he forgot to breath. Her
hands let go of her legs which wrapped themselves around his middle
as her hands inched up to tangle with his. Her back arched propelling
him even deeper into her as she moaned, eyes fluttering as her
internal muscles shivered with sensitivity. He thrust harder into
her, reaching down to capture her lips as he felt his orgasm bearing
down on him.

“
Come
with me,” he murmured as he fucked deeper and deeper into her.
She made a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure, threw her head
back and shuddered into her completion. He let himself go as she did,
happy to be in sync with her at least in this
one
thing. He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, not bothering to
remove his weight from her chest for a moment. Too fucked out to care
how heavy he was. She uttered no word of protest so Allen assumed she
was too well fucked to care too. Eventually though, he moved to the
side, leaving his hand around her as his head found that hollow in
her neck to nestle into.

“
I
love you,” he murmured, his version of apology.

“
Yeah,
I know. I love you too,” she replied. “Just sometimes,
I’m not sure I
like
you.”

Allen
laughed, “You like me just fine. You just can’t remember
it when you’re annoyed.”

Frances
smiled. “Touché,” she said closing her eyes.

“
So…friends
again?” he asked sleepily.

“
Best
Friends,” she replied dropping of to sleep.

Three
weeks’ later, she’d been in an accident, reversing out of
their driveway.

Hey
Kareem, according to my book we’re pretty close so I have
something to ask you. When you get this message could you call me
back?

Frances
hit the send button and then sat back on her chair. She was in her
study, spying on her own life through her laptop. She’d looked
at her Facebook page, which had mostly writing-related stuff and a
lot of photos of her and Allen all dressed up attending various
things. Or herself alone attending various things. Her updates were
funny, sarcastic and self deprecating; it looked like, online anyway,
she had it all together. Her twitter was even more work-related with
announcements of various locations where she’d be doing book
signings and appearances. There were a few personal posts, also funny
or self deprecating. Very few of them had anything to do with her
actual life. She sighed, resolving to go make some coffee and think
about more important matters…like the constant, 24/7 nausea
that was assailing her life right now; or the fact that she and Allen
were living in limbo thanks to her memory loss. Her phone went off,
taking her out of her head for a bit.

“
Girl,
whatchu goin through?” Kareem’s voice said.

“
I’m
just…I’m pregnant,” she blurted out and held her
breath for his/her reaction.

“
What?”
Kareem yelled into her receiver, making her move the phone as far
from her ear as it could go.

“
From
that reaction, I take it this isn’t good news?” she said
when the echo had dissipated.

“
No!
Of course it's…it's just that…I…I mean it's
great,” he stuttered to a stop at last.

“
Like…seriously?
Could you sound less devastated about it then?”

“
I’m
sorry. It's just that…” Kareem sighed. “Babies are
so permanent.”

“
And
this relationship isn’t right?” she finished for him.

“
What
makes you say that?” Kareem asked at once.

“
I
figured that was what you meant,” Frances said.

“
No,
I just, God Fran, I’m still in love with you, you know that,”
he said in a defeated tone.

“
What?
Really? No, I didn’t fucking know that. It didn’t say
that in my book,” she protested, completely thrown by this
confession. “Is this something you and I like…talk about
or…?” Her breathing was coming hard and fast. Just what
kind of tangled up love life did she
have
?

“
Nah,
of course we don’t talk about it. I mean I made a choice and so
did you. We live with the consequences.”

“
It
sounds so complicated, why are we such good friends then?”

“
Because
that’s all we can be,” Kareem said.

“
So…if
you weren’t…and
I
wasn’t…”
Frances stuttered.

“
Naw…Allen
always came first with you. Even when we were together…”
Kareem sighed.

“
But…I
didn’t cheat on you or nothin did I?” she asked afraid of
the answer.

“
No,
of course not. You were the best girlfriend a guy could ask for.”

“
Well…that’s
a relief,” Frances said with a laugh. “In light of that
though, you still wanna come spend some time with us? Maybe add to
the awkwardness factor in my life a little?”

“
Baby,
I can’t wait,” he said and she could hear the smile in
his voice.

“
Well…good.
Because you seem like a really good guy.”

“
Unlike
Allen you mean?”

“
That
is not what I said,” Frances protested.

“
You
don’t need to front for me girl, I know you.”

Frances
sighed, “I just…I’m having a hard time figuring
him out. One moment he is wildly attractive, the next he’s just
such a jackass. And then there’s the whole ‘I’m
pregnant’ thing so I don’t know if it's that messing with
my mind or it’s the amnesia or it's just Allen.”

“
Probably
all three?” Kareem suggested.

Frances
sighed, “Hurry up and come to town Kareem. I really wanna meet
you.”

“
I
will. Hold on okay? It's just another week.”

“
Okay,
I will,” Frances said.

“
Bye
girlfriend,” Kareem said softly.

“
Bye…boygirlfriend,”
Frances replied making Kareem laugh.

She felt
a lot better after that conversation though and decided to look at
her draft folder to see what she was working on. Maybe she still had
writing skills. She could hear the chef pottering about in the
kitchen. She really wanted a sandwich but she was afraid to go and
ask him to make one, or to do it herself lest he be offended. He
looked like a really uppity sort. If she didn’t get something
inside her soon though, she might just start eating out her stomach…

She
stood up and crept to the kitchen, peering around the wall to see
what the chef was up to. There was a plate on the kitchen island. On
the plate was a steak, some salad and a huge baked potato. Frances
could feel her mouth water just looking at it.

“
Are
you going to have your lunch now or not?” the chef said not
looking at her.

“
Er…is
that mine?” she asked tentatively.

The chef
looked around in an exaggerated way. “Do you see anyone else
around here?” he asked. Frances wanted to say that ‘yeah,
I see you’, but she didn’t quite have the nerve. She
walked slowly forward and picked up the plate, covering it with her
other hand as if someone was attempting to take food from her plate.
She walked into the living room, plopped on the chair and switched on
the TV; watching some entertainment channel as she ate. As far as she
could tell, pop culture had gone to shit while she was forgettin’
it in the hospital. Who the fuck were these Kardashians and why were
they everywhere?

She fell
asleep after lunch and woke to Allen shaking her.

“
Hi,”
he said smiling down at her.

“
Hi,”
she replied looking up at him with raised brows.

“
You’re
not answering your phone. I got three calls from your book people
asking me panicked questions so I thought I’d come and find out
if anything was the matter. Since you weren’t picking up
my
calls either,” he was smiling as he said it though so Frances
figured she wasn’t in trouble.

“
I
didn’t hear the phone. Must have really slept deep,” she
said.

“
Yeah,
and your phone was in your office,” Allen said holding it up.

“
Should
I call them back now?” she asked.

“
Nah.
Tomorrow is soon enough; I told them you were still in no condition
to be bothered. They weren’t happy.”

“
What
do they want from me?” she asked shifting her legs off the
couch so he could sit beside her.

Allen
shrugged, sat down and put her legs in his lap, massaging her feet.
“I’m guessing they need to reschedule your missed dates
or something,” he said eyes on her feet. He was making electric
shocks shoot up her legs to her center. Just from massaging her feet.
Who knew.

“
Great.
I mean, not great. Do they know I’m pregnant and nauseous?”
she asked.

Allen
shook his head and then looked up at her face, “Unless
you
told them?”

“
Nope,
don’t even know who they are,” she said.

“
Okay,
so they don’t know. I guess we can call them tomorrow and I can
help you where I can,” he said.

“
Don’t
you like…have work to do?” she asked hesitantly.

“
I
can work from here, and I have a myriad of assistants and lackeys and
minions to do my bidding when I’m not there. Don’t even
sweat it,” he said with a wave of his hand.

“
Well…good
then, I could really use the help. Sometimes all this seems so
overwhelming.”

“
I
know; I mean, I don’t know but I can imagine that it's not easy
for you. And you’ve been taking it like a champ. I just wanna
tell you that I’m gonna look after you and we’re going to
be alright,” he said.

She
stared at him. “Okay…thanks,” she said slowly.

He shook
his head. “Don’t thank me. I owe you,” he said.

“
What
do you owe me?” she asked puzzled.

“
My
life? My sanity? Everything?” he said with a small laugh.

Frances
put her chin on her knuckle. “That’s rather vague,”
she said narrowing her eyes at him and causing him to laugh out loud.

“
You’ve
read your book right?”

She
nodded her head.

“
So
you know that you literally picked me up off the street?”

“
Yeah,
that’s what it said. I wasn’t sure how true that was. You
really
were
a street kid?”

“
For
a few days, before you met me and rescued me. I’d probably be
dead now if it wasn’t for you.”

“
But…you
had a home to go to,” she said in puzzlement.

“
Yeah
well…” Allen shrugged. “Anyway, my point is it's
probably time to balance the scales and pay you back for taking such
epic care of me all of these years.”

“
I
think you already did that. You brought me back to live with you when
the police found you, right? Took
me
off the street?
Paid my tuition?”

“
It
was selfish. You were the only person in my life who liked me for me
rather than what I had.”

“
You
can’t know that. Not for sure.”

Allen
smiled. “And that’s exactly why I can,” he said
cryptically then stood up. “I want some coffee. Do you want
some coffee?” he asked as he walked to the kitchen. Frances got
up on her knees, leaning on the back of the sofa to watch him go.

“
The
Chef’s still in there,” she whispered frantically at him
as he headed to the kitchen. Allen turned to smile at her.

“
So?”
he asked.

“
I
don’t think he likes people just going in there,” she
said.

Allen
laughed out loud and then disappeared around the corner. Frances
sighed and sat back down waiting to hear the explosion. Nothing
happened for a time and then Allen was back with coffee. He wasn’t
alone.