Chapter 54
Damian’s POV
I sat in my study one evening, staring out at the ocean, the champagne glass still clutched in my hand. Valerie’s words echoed in my mind: “We’re having a baby.”
My heart should be soaring, but instead, it felt heavy, weighed down by the secrets I kept hidden.
The doctor’s words from last year’s appointment haunted me: “Your condition is quite serious, Damian. When you had that little accident, your male reproductive system was damaged. You may not father a child in this life. But we can hope, who knows? Things might change. Just remain hopeful.”
Hope. A luxury I could no longer afford. I was impotent. Incapable of producing a child, the doctor had pronounced it himself. What then is there to hope for?
My thoughts drifted to Valerie, radiant with pregnancy. I wanted to cherish this moment, but fear gripped me.
How did that thing start growing inside of her? How did she become pregnant? When I know that I’m not responsible for the baby, obviously.
The ugly thought that Valerie has cheated on me gnawed at mind. How could she have done such a heinous crime and expect me to father her bastard? Does she think of me as a fool?
The weight of my anger crushed me.
I threw away the glass in my hands, standing up in anger.
The maid rushed in, gathering the shared pieces as fast as she could.
I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Valerie with that child, under my roof. If this marriage must continue, she must abort the baby.
I left my study and barged into her room where she was painting, the door slammed behind me.
My gaze fell on Valerie, standing before me, her eyes brightening by my appearance.
“Damian, you’re home.” She said standing up.
“Valerie, we need to talk,” I growled.
She looked up from her canvas, startled.
“What’s wrong, Damian?”
“You know exactly what’s wrong,” I snapped. “The baby.”
Valerie’s expression changed from calm to guarded.
“What about the baby?”
“Valerie, how did you get pregnant?” I asked, irritably.
“Damian, I don’t understand. You shouldn’t be asking that question. Even a kid in Biology class, knows how a child is formed.”
“I want it gone,” I demanded.
Valerie’s eyes widened.
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb. You know what I mean. Get rid of it.”
Valerie’s face paled.
“No, Damian. I won’t do that.”
My anger boiled over.
“What did you just say?” I asked again.
“I said, I won’t do that. I’m not removing this baby…”
“You’ll do what I say. You’re my wife!” I thundered.
Valerie’s voice trembled.
“I won’t abandon our child, Damian. This baby is innocent.”
Innocent? She had no idea.
“You don’t understand,” I snarled.
“Explain it to me, then.”
My jaw clenched.
“I don’t want to be tied down. I don’t want the responsibility.”
Valerie’s eyes flashed.
“That’s not a reason to kill our child.”
Kill? She thought me a monster.
“I know what I’m doing ,” I protested. This is for our future.”
Valerie’s voice rose.
“Our future? You’re destroying our future. This is our first offspring. The seed of your loins!”
That triggered an involuntary response as I dived towards and clenched her jaws in my hands, squeezing it.
“Loins? You think I don’t know what you did, you bitch!”
“You’re…you’re hurting me, Damian. Please, stop.” She spluttered.
I dropped her on the floor, letting go of her jaw, turned and walked towards the door.
“Do it, Valerie. Or face the consequences.” I banged the doe as I walked out.
Valerie’s sobs echoed through the room.
I slammed the door to my room shut, drowning out her tears.
I couldn’t look back.
Consequences.
She’d learn.
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Valerie’s POV
The door slammed shut, leaving me shattered. Damian’s words echoed in my mind: “Get rid of it.”
Our child. My baby. Innocent and pure.
How could he?
Tears streamed down my face as I crumpled to the floor. My heart felt ripped apart.
Why was he doing this? What had I done wrong?
The questions swirled, but the answer eluded me.
I wept until exhaustion claimed me.
Later, I rose, numb and determined.
I’d protect our child, no matter the cost. Even if it meant facing Damian’s wrath, but I wouldn’t back down.
Downstairs, Mrs. Jenkins found me, concern etched on her face.
“Mrs. Richardson, are you alright?”
I forced a smile.
“I’ll be fine, Mrs. Jenkins. Thank you.”
But I wasn’t fine.
The chasm between Damian and me grew wider. That night, Damian didn’t return.
Nor the next.
I was alone, carrying our child, and our shattered bond.
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Damian’s POV
I was lost in thoughts at the office, thinking of what to do about Valerie and the child. She had refused to abort the baby despite my demand.
We lived like strangers now. I barely went home, and when I did, it was mostly past midnight and I’d leave by dawn. This became my routine, just so that I would not see Valerie, nor think of the baby.
It has been more than two week now since we last spoke to each other. She moved her stuff to her room, and ate before I came back from work. The situation was not a pleasant one but I could not help it.
I decided to drop by at my parents house and discuss the issue with them.
“Amelia!” I called out to my new personal assistant. My previous Personal assistant, Patrick, had gone on leave which I granted but I hired someone else to stand in for him.
“Yes Sir,” she came into my office, wearing a red, tight-fitted gown that exposed her cleavages. I stared at them for a while before I caught myself.
“Let me see my appointments for today.”
“I’ll be right back, Sir.” She said, as she walked out, flaunting her huge ass. I must say that she has the perfect body and I couldn’t help but imagine grabbing her ass as I fondled with her boobs.
What the heck am I thinking about? This is my employee. I’m a married man.
I was battling with my thoughts till she came in. She presented the notepad where she recorded all my appointments. As she bent over to place them on the table, her dress moved downwards, giving me a better view of her sumptuous boobs.
I was ogling at them, still trying to concentrate on the notepad before me. I knew that she was knowingly flirting with me as she gave a flirty look and a seductive smile.
I got the message but acted like I didn’t notice. My body began to respond to what I had just seen as I could my dick get hard as rock.
I need to dismiss this girl at once, before she notices it.
“Uhmmm…cancel every appointment from 4 p. m. I’ll be leaving work by four.” I said pushing the notepad away.
“Alright Sir,” she said as she stood up, and made for the door, her ass banging behind which I couldn’t help but lust after.
“Is there anything else you’d want me to do for you, Sir?” She asked, turning. Her gown had gone halfway up her body now and her smooth thighs were exposed. I was entranced, with her beauty.
“Uhmm, I’m not really…I’m not sure if there is.” I stuttered, loosing my composure.
“Oh, I forgot something.” She said as she walked back to my table, squatted to pick up her handkerchief. As she bent to pick it up, her ass was positioned right in front of me.
The temptation was too much. I couldn’t resist it anymore as I grabbed her waist and brought her down on my laps.
She stared at me, first in shock before she gave the flirty smila again.
“I thought you wouldn’t get the message.” She said.
I pulled her into a hungry kiss, which lingered for minutes before I began to caress her boobs. She removed her gown which had prevented me from getting a better view of her body.
“Ah” I moaned as she put one of her breasts into my mouth. It has been months since I felt this good. The feeling was heavenly as I had been deprived of sex at home.
I fondled with her other breasts, sucking the daylight out of the one in my mouth. She moaned loudly with excitement as she rubbed the nape of my neck.
My dick was erect and hard as she dipped her hands inside my trouser and began to stroke it.
Damn! That felt so good.
Our kiss continued as she introduced her tongue inside my mouth. I felt like devouring her that very minute but I remembered that the door was still unlocked.
I paused and looked at the door. She understood the sign and got down from my body. Amelia unhooked her bra, letting her breasts to pour out, and also stripped off her panties, standing naked before me.
“Go and lock the door.” She said and I strided to the door and locked it.
I don’t care whatever Valerie might think if she finds out but I have to enjoy this moment.
Walking up to Amelia, I led her to my inner chamber, dropped her on the bed and began to undress.