He Got Me Pregnant

Chapter 20: Old Thirst Awakened

I stayed in the tub for few minutes. Daryl is outside waiting for me while here I am, enjoying my

moments alone.

I smirked when I heard him knock again. I've been on the tub for 40 minutes; I still have to wash.

“Neysha, come on.” He said.

I rolled my eyes and slide down just so the water could cover my mouth. I breath, making it bubble.

“Get the fuck out or I'll break this door?” He warned.

I didn't even dare to answer. I don't care if he dies from boredom, as long as I'm relaxing. Plus, the fact

that I still have to call my babies. When wills this end?

Few more minutes, I heard the harsh breaking of the door. Maybe because I was shock and nervous, I

acted as if I'm asleep. Best way to get away from him.

I heard him sigh. He walked slowly. I really want to open my eyes to see what he is doing but I didn't.

Few more seconds and I felt his hands gently touching my cheeks. He is caressing it gently. I don't

know why but it feels so comfortable.

When I felt something soft on my lips, I smirked inside my head. Now he is kissing me, maybe he can't

help seeing a naked lady, unconscious in the tub. I wonder what he is going to do with me.

“Daryl.” I whispered in between his kisses.

He stopped kissing me for a while and looked at me. “I know you were awake.”

I shrugged and pushed him away. I stood up revealing my nakedness in front of his eyes.

They were burning, he clenches his jaws while looking at my naked body. From the looks of him, it

seems like he saw a treasure from the intensity of his gazes.

I suddenly feel ashamed.

“Stop staring it me. I want to be alone.” I said flirtatiously. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

How ironic, I told him to stay away but I am flirting with him too.

“Not possible.” He whispered huskily and stood up.

The moment he stood up, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, his clothes were the only in

between us.

I bit my lower lip and stared at him intently. This is the only time I stared to him this close. His stubbles

were shaved, but bits of its hairs were growing.

I hate to admit that he looks so matured but handsome at the same time. The playful vibes he had on

his eyes way back were gone. Now, I can see anger, longing and something I can't tell.

“I want you, Neysha.” He whispered.

I didn't move and smirked after few seconds. “I want you to leave.” I said firmly.

I tried to get off from his grip but he is holding me so tight.

Our eyes locked, I can hear his fast breathing, then he leaned to kiss me.

I fell back my head when he's kissing me so deep. Playing my lips and exploring the depth of my

mouth.

I didn't intend to close my eyes but I did. I snaked my arms around his neck and let him kiss me deeply.

This is all new to me. It was been years since the last time someone kissed me. He's the only one that

ever kissed me. It's been years as well since the last time I ever experienced sex. He's the one, my first

and last. Then right not. If this will be on the next level.

Daryl carried me out of the bathroom and he dropped me on the bed. I pushed him away that made us

change our positions.

I ride on top of him and slowly dropped my body to kiss his lips, softly.

“Did you miss me?” I asked hoarsely.

His breathing was getting fast now. I raised an eyebrow and pout.

“I miss you so much.” He whispered.

Instead of rejoicing, my heart filled with pain over again. This isn't the first time he's showering me

these words but, in the end, he'll hurt me. Fuck you Daryl, you're such a liar, fuck you I hate you so

much.

I looked at him darkly and kiss him hard this time. He's answering it, I kissed his neck and unbuttoned

his shirt.

“Ah...Neysha.” He moaned but I didn't care.

I continue to kiss him, until I removed his polo shirt, revealing his abs.

I bit my lower lip. I can remember how his body looks like years ago, but seeing it right now, I can say

he's even more fit and sexy.

I wonder how many times did he fucked his wife.

That idea annoyed me. I stopped kissing him and stood up. He's left on the bed hanging.

“Neysha!” He mumbled frustrated.

I raised an eyebrow on him. “Stop calling me as if you're single, you motherfucker.” My voice sounded

so bitter.

“I don't love her.” He explained.

I rolled my eyes. Don't love? Then why did he marry her from the first place.

“Then don't tell me you love me?” I said sarcastically.

He didn't utter another word after I told him that. See? I got him.

Daryl. Fuck you.

“I want to be alone.” I said wearing my robe.

“Neysha, please.”

“Leave right now. I have to call someone.” I said.

He sighed.

“Alright.”

I didn't look at him till then. I just heard the creaking of the door, indicates that he left.

I don't know why I am suddenly feeling emotional. Why is he so professional of making my insides

crazy?

And how am I going to make him feel the hell that I have been through?

I never thought that it would be this hard.

***end of Chapter 20