Techna
I touched my stomach, looking at the sonogram of my babies. I loved them already, even when their father wasn’t a nice person. This week we began to tolerate each other better and we didn’t even have an argument. I guess you could say we were a step from friendship.
I wasn’t planning on letting Tyler know about my babies, I knew he didn’t want to be tied down by babies. I know he wouldn’t be happy if he knew about it, but I plan on telling pretty much later and not anytime soon.
I put down the sonogram and kept rubbing my stomach, I wished I could kiss it. Normally, it was meant to be the father that does that, but that wasn’t going to happen.
When my pregnancy is getting obvious, I would leave for another city. I am sure by then I would have had enough money to leave alone, since Tyler pays well.
I hid the sonogram when I heard the doorbell. It couldn’t be Mels, she was out of town. I walked to the door and opened it, only to be revealed as…
I gasped and looked at him. He wasn’t wearing a suit, but a blue T-shirt to match his eyes, Jordan sweatpants and a blue Nike. His hair was styled up, as always…
“Like what you see? ” I looked at him, and he was smirking. I hit his shoulder.
“You wish.”
He tilted his head to rest it on the door frame.
“You wouldn’t invite me in?”
“What the hell are you doing in my house at ten o’clock on a Saturday morning?” I tried not to yell.
“To see one hot female.” He smiled.
“I am sorry, but there is no one bearing one hot female. ” I smiled back.
Without warning, Tyler carried me, and walked into the house after kicking the door close. “Ty, put me down.”
He didn’t listen, he walked towards the couch, dropped me down and fell in front of me. He rested on his elbow, so he wouldn’t put his weight on me. I am sure he weighs a ton.
I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me with those piercing blue eyes. I licked my dry lips and shifted a bit, so he wouldn’t hear how fast my heart was beating. What was wrong with me?
You are attracted to him.
No!
Tyler pecked me on my cheek and chuckled as he sat up.
I sat up facing him, “What’s so funny?” I frowned. “Why did you peck me? ” I glared at him.
“I affect you, don’t I?”
I scoffed “You wish.” He didn’t even answer my question.
“Anything that makes you sleep this night. So, will you cook me breakfast? ”
” No. A billionaire like you didn’t get breakfast? “I chuckled. “Wonderful. ”
Ty pinned me to the chair. “Please… we might not be the best of friends now, but I am damn hungry. “He pleaded with a puppy dog face?
But it was adorable. Who wouldn’t fall for it, and he said please too. “Fine.” I stood up and then faced him. “You are gonna help me in that kitchen. I am not gonna be cooking for you while you sit there watching TV.
“But…” He grumbled. “Fine.” He said after I punched his arm.
“Great.” I pulled him into the kitchen.
I was still yet to ask him why he came to my house.
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We were already done with the pancakes and egg, it only remained the bacon. I had been glancing at Tyler through out the cooking, and at one point I burnt my finger and yelped.
I shook my head mentally, I am not going to fall for this arrogant, attractive jerk.
As I shifted the bowl I used for the pancake mix, my hand brushed Tyler’s own and I shuddered.
I glanced up and met Ty’s gaze. I didn’t even look away and slowly he took me closer to himself.
I admit that there had been tension between us since we started cooking. I bit my lips when his lips were inches away from mine.
Holy bananas…
The sound of plate falling caused us to pull away. I opened my eyes meeting his gaze before shifting my attention to the broken plate.
“Are you blushing?”
“I am not.” I lied.
“I know you want me.” He said and winked at me.
“Gross, I don’t want you. Aren’t you a cocky one?”
“We can do it here in the kitchen. Have you had kitchen sex…”
“If you finish that sentence, I will send you out of the house without you eating breakfast.” I glared at him.
He laughed and raised his hand in surrender.
God help me, I mustn’t fall for him.
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“Tyler, give me back my brownies!” I yelled trying to reach his hand. He was taller than me.
After we finished eating breakfast, Tyler decided to stay at my place longer, and we ended up not doing what he came here to do. He said he actually came to review some paperwork with me, and here we are fighting over brownies at eight in the night.
“Tyler Nathan Moner! Hand me back my brownies.” I pulled his hand to collect my plate of brownies, but I failed again. Then I bit his arm, and he yelped putting his hand down. I snatched my plate from him and ran to the other couch.
“Shit.” He looked up and glared at me, but it was still a playful glare anyway.
“I am gonna punish you for what you did, you dog.” He sat beside me, stealing one from my plate. I smacked his arm playfully.
“Dog? Did you just call me a dog? Does it look like I have rabies or big ears?”
“I guess. You have this nose of a dog ”
“What? If I am a dog, you are a wolf.” I brought out my tongue in between my lips, mocking him.
He chuckled and held my chin. “You are adorable. You know that, right? ”
I blinked at him. Did he just call me adorable? Holy baby Jesus.
“I guess.”
He removed his hand and went to get the remote. “So what movie are we watching? “He looked up and sat beside me.
“We are watching a movie?”
He smirked. “Or you want us to bang instead…”
“Shut up.”
“We will watch American Pie. ” He said after going through movies on Netflix.
I gasped. “That movie has sex scenes. ”
“Not really.”
“I can’t watch a movie with mature scenes with you. You are too sexual and perverted. ” I said jokingly and shifted my gaze to my cloth.
He raised a brow. “You are thinking I will touch you? ”
I didn’t answer. “Fine. Just go ahead and play the movie.” I said after a few minutes of silence.
“I will just play fifty shades of grey.” He said and grinned at me. He really looked really handsome, he doesn’t grin that much.
“That’s even worse.” I huffed and he played the movie.
When it came to the mature scenes, Tyler kept his hand on my laps and rubbed it. So he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, uh.
Then I saw him steal a brownie. “Pass my brownie.” I struggled with him till we were practically pressed on each other.
I was on top of him, my night gown raised, his hands on my laps, mine on his shirtless chest. When did he remove his shirt…
I heard the front door close. What the…
“What is going on here?”