Miss CEO Is Pregnant For Her Secretary

Mandy

I walked out of the shower and got dressed in my nighties when Christian walked in.

“Hey,” he smiled lazily and I did the same walking over to the baby cot and crying Riley.

I held her in my hands, and immediately he walked over to me, kissing her on the forehead. He looked at me a bit hesitant before kissing my forehead. He walked away to go have his bath when his mom knocked on our door.

“Hey, can I have her,” she smiled warmly at him, and I nodded my head at her.

“How are you doing dear?” She looked at me with concern.

“Like how are you really feeling?” She added and I breathed out sitting on the bed.

“Confused, and really overwhelmed,” I said really to her…

“I understand, and I know you’ve heard a lot about the Reigns from Ethan which you’re wondering if it’s true,” she stated, but the truth is I didn’t doubt if it was true or not. It was obvious from the way Christian had found it hard to look at me. He seemed distinct but I didn’t know how to feel about him.

I had two brothers entangled with me and having me choose was insane. I didn’t know what to do. I thought my heart belonged to Christian. I believe no one could sweep me off my feet like him. But at my darkest moment, Ethan was there, he understood me, he understood the demons I was dealing with, and didn’t make me feel less or terrible. I was suffocated with the expectations of being perfect with him.

“Just remember how much love you and Christian have for each other,” I looked at her and smiled while she walked out of the room immediately after Christian walked out of the shower.

Was she being manipulative or completely sincere? I heard she was the one who instigated Christian to go against his favorite person. I sat on the bed, taking a book and pretending to read while Christian dressed up before walking out of the room…

I sighed and dropped the book after a few minutes, I wanted to go get Riley from her grandma’s. Because I know they both are taking care of her. I opened the door about to leave and immediately Christian walked into the room, he made me move backward while he locked the door, walked further in my direction, and immediately grabbed my hands and pulled me to himself, kissing me roughly.

I could feel the anger and agony from the kiss. It didn’t feel right, it felt like he was trying to prove a point like he was trying to hurt me.

“Christian,” I called trying to pull away from the kiss, but he moved me backward making my body hit the wall as he bit on my lips causing me to taste the metallic taste of blood on my tongue.

I didn’t feel any of that spark from it. It was different from us. It felt aggressive. He moved his hands around my body and turned me around, as he raised my gown.

“Christian stop,” I said in a crying tone, a tear dropping from my eyes as he pulled down his boxers pushing his dick into my entrance.

It hurt a lot, I struggled to set myself free from his hold but he was way too strong for me and my attempt was fruitless.

“Christian, stop it,” I screamed out in tears, but he kept pounding into me making my eyes water and my ass hurt from the pain I felt. This didn’t feel like pleasure, this was a complete pain. It hurt and the more he kept on going, I felt the pain increase.

“You’re mine alone,” he said and went on, grabbing my hair roughly in a way that hurt my skull badly. He gave deaf ears to my pleas and kept thrusting roughly into me so that my eyes flooded with tears.

He had never behaved like this and I had no idea what happened but he is hurting me and I just want him to stop. After a few more seconds he pulled out and immediately started to wear back his shorts. I pulled my gown downwards and leaped to the bathroom and immediately got myself into the bathtub after preparing a hurt bed.

I leaped back to the room, put my clothes in the bin, and got into a new piece of clothing. He looked in my direction and I didn’t say anything but just climbed to the other side of the bed silently sobbing.

*The next morning*

I woke up and went straight to my dressing table, looking at my fluffy eyes as I recalled my experience last night. A tear dropped out and I stared at him from the mirror while he made a conversation with someone talking about Aiden’s funeral preparation.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

I wired my hair band and I could feel him walking in my direction making my heart skip a bit. I turned my head around and stood on my feet walking to the bed when he called my name.

“Mandy,” I halt without responding or turning to stare at him.

“What’s that on your finger?” He asked and walked in front of me, taking my left hand and staring at the ring finger, while I shivered immediately due to his touch.

“K?” He looked right back at me with a questioning face.

“What’s k? And when did you get a tattoo?” He asked, staring into my eyes.

“He did that to me, and I have no idea,” I lied, I knew what it meant. I pulled my hands away and smiled lightly when I heard Christian chuckle.

“Oh my gosh!” He exclaimed moving away from me.

“You are into him?” He said his hands covering his mouth in shock while his eyes popped out

“You care about him.” He paused. “The man that tortured you, you care for him,” he ran his hand through his hair looking at me in astonishment.

“I don’t believe this,” he laughed and I looked at the door unable to say anything.

“Oh, mine. You must be messed up,” he said and immediately I slapped him hard across his face making him stumble backwards as he looked at me in surprise.

“Was that why you forced yourself into me? Because of your delusional assumptions,” I yelled at him, even though I knew deep down there was some truth in it. But he wasn’t allowed to call me messed up or make such allegations.

“Don’t fucking try that in your life, or I swear it will be the beginning of your misery,” I pointed my fingers at him, glaring daggers at him as he looked at me with fear and sadness in his eyes.

“I picked you, I chose you even after all I heard,” I told him with tears in my eyes, poking his chest.

“I feel for you Christian, and you turned out to be bad, to be a mons…” I stopped myself from saying the word and just moved backwards sitting on the edge of the bed, while he stood there in tears.

“I picked you still,” I said in a whisper and immediately he fell to his knees, touching my legs.

“I’m so sorry,” he said in tears.

“I’m so sorry Mandy,” he added, holding my legs while I turned my face sideways.

“How do I prove my sincerity? How do I show you that it won’t happen again?” He asked his voice to come out in a whisper and just like that I said the only thing that might prove his assumption to be true.

“Allow your brother to attend the funeral,” I said simply…

“What?”

“Allow Ethan to pay his respect,” I repeated and stood up leaving him on the floor staring at me dumbfounded…