Masked Feelings

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

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Chapter 76: Happy

"Damian" I started, not knowing how to tell him. When he realized that instead of wearing a smile on my face, a frown was present, he took a step backwards.

"What's wrong?" his voice was serious and cold.

"I have something to tell you" I breathed. "Then you decide whether you still want me to be yours or not" I said. The frown was now present on his face.

"Go on" he said, looking at me carefully. I felt like I was going to faint due to all that nervousness. I rolled my lips in my mouth, then let go put them. That was a habit that I had when I was stressed.

"I'm pregnant" I simply blurted out. His eyes widened. "I don want you thinking that you're forced to stay with me because I'm pregnant" I told him. He didn't say anything. He seemed to be frozen until he dropped to his knees in front of me. His face was just in front of my belly.

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