Chapter 2 Two

Trying to open the door when you are drunk with no lights on, is a very difficult task to pull off. Stella was rummaging through her purse, looking for the key to her house, while Damien just stood there awkwardly.

Stella was starting to feel a wave of embarrassment, as she felt him staring at her from behind, that was until she felt it, the cold metal against her hand, she brought it out of her purse and inserted it inside the key hole.

She pushed the door open and told Damien to come in, he stepped inside her house as Stella closed the door behind her.

Stella took off her heels as she let out a sigh of relief, she looked at Damien as his eyes looked around her apartment, observing everything around him, he almost looked like a child at an amusement park.

"Damien," she said softly and his gaze landed on hers, she slowly approached him and Damien eyes looked at her approaching figure.

She made sure that there was no space between them as she wrapped her arms around his neck–she didn't need to stand on her tip toes, cause they were just some few inches apart–and kissed him like it would be the last time that they would ever kiss each other.

Damien also kissed her with the same passion as well, his hands placed on her waist drawing her closer to him. Stella's hands were on his hair as she gently tugged on it which caused a groan to come out of him.

Stella broke the kiss, their breath was labored, she removed his hands from her waist and held onto his left hand, as she led him towards the direction of her room.

She opened the door, and she kissed him once again with the same passion as earlier, the kiss became rougher and deeper as Stella let out a soft moan, as Damien softly bit her bottom lip.

She felt Damien's hand find its way to her inner thigh, his fingers pushed away her panties as they found their way to her folds.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as she removed her lips his and stared at him, wanting him, craving him, and needing him in every way.

She released herself onto his fingers, her breath a bit labored, he removed his fingers from her folds, and proceeded to put them in his mouth, licking off her essence from it.

Seeing this made Stella kissed him again, she took off his clothes and threw them on the floor of her bedroom.

Damien removed her dress and toss it to the floor as well, he then lay her on the bed, peppering kisses down her neck and collar bone.

He was about to align his hardened member with her, when she stopped him.

"Wait! Do you have a condom with you?"

Damien shook his head, and Stella cussed underneath her breath, cause she doesn't have one with her either.

Damien told her that she shouldn't worry that when he is about to cum, that he would make sure that he pulls out. Stella was weary about the idea, but she agreed–mainly because she was pretty much very horny.

He inserted himself inside her and she let out a gasp, he began thrusting into her. Her fingers gripped the bedsheets as the bed rocked back and forth.

Stella felt herself teetering at the edge, each of his thrust taking her to cloud nine, she heard him whisper sweet nothings into her ear, but she wasn't paying attention to any word that he said, what was on her mind was on each thrust that was hammered onto her.

Stella could feel that she was almost close, her stomach tightened as she buckled her hips forward, her back was arched as she felt herself release. Her breath was heavy and bated as she went limp.

However Damien wasn't done yet, he kept on thrusting inside her, until he felt his stomach tightened as well. He pulled out and released it on her stomach.

Damien fell next to her, they were both tired and exhausted from the whole thing.

Stella looked at the white sticky substance on her stomach, she reached out for a roll of tissue paper that was sitting on her bedside table.

She cleaned herself off and threw the used tissue into the waste bin.

She turned to her side to see that Damien was fast asleep, probably exhausted from the day's activities. She turn her back against him and her eyes slowly drift off to a peaceful slumber.

The next day, Damien left Stella's house and headed for his house. He headed straight into the bathroom and took a very much needed shower, washing off the sweat from the previous day.

Damien didn't have the intention of even seeing Stella ever again. Yes she was a very beautiful woman, but he genuinely didn't have time for any sort of relationship. No matter how pretty the woman was.

What happened the day before was never going to repeat itself ever again.

****

Damien sat behind his desk, sorting out some paperwork, when his secretary, Hilda, called him up on the office telephone.

"Hello?"

"Um, sir someone is here to see you."

"Who?" He asked wondering if he was meant to see someone today.

"Her name is Stella Knightley."

Damien had confusion etch on his face, he wondered exactly what she wanted from him all of a sudden.

He concluded that it was nothing of importance, "tell her that she should come back later, that I am busy right now."

He dropped the call on the receiver and went back to what he was doing. His secretary called again, and Damien was already starting to get pissed.

"What?!" His voice was an octave higher then usual and he very much sure that he scared Hilda a little bit.

"Sir, she said that she is not planning on leaving, that it is something very important."

Realizing that this whole situation was probably giving his secretary more stress than usual, he decided that maybe he would hear what Stella has to say.

"Fine. Send her up here." He placed the call back to the receive once more.

He sure hopes that what she wants to talk about was important and not something that would waste his time, if not he wasn't going to be a happy person.

After some minutes, the door to the office opened and in came Stella looking very fine and chic with a sundress and high heels, her hair was packed up into a ponytail.

She walked towards him, like she was walking down a runway with long strides, till she finally reach his desk.

"Whatever it is you want to talk about, it better be important."

"Oh, it's important alright, very important." She reach for something inside her handbag, and brought out what seemed to be a piece of paper, dropping it on Damien's desk.

Damien picked it up and stared at the paper in confusion, he couldn't seem to make out what exactly was written on the paper, probably because he didn't want to believe what was written on it.

"What is this?" He asked, which made Stella to let out a short laugh.

"What do you think it is?"

"I see a bunch of words, that I don't really care about."

"Well, incase you don't know, what you have there on your hands is a pregnancy report."

Damien face became pale, he looked at the report, and looked at her.

"Damien, I am three weeks pregnant"