Hunter
The room fell into silence after her trembling confession, the low hum of the city outside drowned by the weight of her words. She stood at the edge of his desk, hands pressed protectively against her stomach, eyes wide with fear and a fragile hope she barely understood herself. “I… I feel strange,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I think I might be pregnant.” For a moment, his sharp gaze locked onto her, unreadable, his expression carved from stone. Then, slowly, a cold smile curved his lips, laced with cruelty. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling a laugh that was void of warmth. “Pregnant?” he repeated, as though the very word disgusted him. Rising to his feet, he closed the distance between them with the quiet menace of a predator. His hand gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Don’t delude yourself,” he murmured, each syllable dripping with disdain. “Even in my weakest moments, I would never spill my seed in a woman like you. You’re just a bedwarmer, nothing more.
About Hunter
The room fell into silence after her trembling confession, the low hum of the city outside drowned by the weight of her words. She stood at the edge of his desk, hands pressed protectively against her stomach, eyes wide with fear and a fragile hope she barely understood herself. “I… I feel strange,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “I think I ...Read more