All Too Late

Kathleen was having a fitful sleep when she was awoken by a bitingly cold presence.

Her gaze landed on Samuel, who was standing by her bed.

She was overcome with nerves and disbelief that he had actually returned.

Samuel regarded the squeamish Kathleen in an icily condescending manner. “You’re pregnant?”

“No. Who told you that? Do you deny the lab test results?” Kathleen bit back as she worried her bottom lip.

“Then what is it that you’re looking at?” retorted Samuel as he pointed at the tablet.

Kathleen pursed her lips. “I had promised to help Gemma out tomorrow by volunteering at a charity home advocating for autistic children. Do you find fault in me doing some background research beforehand?”

That managed to convince Samuel.

“What time will you be leaving tomorrow?” asked Samuel dispassionately.

“I plan to reach by ten o’clock.”

Kathleen secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

That was a close call. Her pregnancy was almost revealed.

“Are you certain you’re not pregnant?” Samuel reiterated.

“Of course. When have I skipped my birth control pills?” deadpanned Kathleen.

“That trip to the hot springs two months prior.” Samuel could still recall it vividly.

Well, that was true indeed.

Kathleen had decided to head to the hot springs on a whim while Samuel had been there on a job inspection. Neither she nor Samuel had an inkling that either party would be present, yet both had met out of sheer coincidence.

It had only taken Samuel one look at Kathleen, enticingly flushed and bundled up in a bathrobe, for him to ravish her completely in his room.

In the heat of the moment, Samuel had forgotten to bring along his condoms.

He rarely used them, as a matter of fact, and relied on Kathleen’s regular intake of morning-after pills.

After their night together, he had urged Kathleen to take her pills on time and hastily left for work.

Kathleen was so wrung out after the night’s exertions that she failed to act on it immediately.

She had brushed off the reminder since she wasn’t ovulating and promptly forgotten all about it.

they slept together.

been planted in her womb, and a new

time,” explained Kathleen coolly. “I’ll ingest them right now if

to retrieve a box of morning-after pills

had almost reached Kathleen’s lips when Samuel grabbed her hand, disrupting her. “Fine, I trust you. You haven’t been feeling well lately. Taking these pills might only

let me suffer through this, unlike you! All you care about is your own pleasure regardless

Samuel was incensed.

true that Kathleen often has to

prefer to be

were to truly love me, he would certainly

man would

your opinions are skewed. I swear I’ll prove it to you by finding a good

such men are a mere figment

Kathleen is given ample money to spend. Besides, her needs and wants, both in bed and in day-to-day

men out there are a dime a dozen. I can’t believe my poor luck to have met the only bad egg out there.” Kathleen

means that we’re fated

self-mockingly, “As if! Curse my rotten luck. I must have been utterly

must have been lust-addled to have pined

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

that something was

it seemed that she had inexplicably become more prone to losing

be that her mood swings were due

space between her eyebrows, deflated. “Whatever,

the bed, pull up the

Samuel grimaced.

to instigate my anger then promptly snooze off like nobody’s business. She would not have dared to do so in the

wit

proposed to take them right before Samuel

off and succumbed to

pinned on the bottle

it. How am I not

in not allowing her to consume birth-control pills, then so

use a condom

in bed and turned to his side, taking in the view of

luscious as fresh peach and slept

possible for such an irresistibly adorable woman to exist? No wonder everyone seems drawn to her. Especially Christopher. The way he looks at Kathleen does not belong to that

thought of that did not sit well with Samuel, and he was compelled

Kathleen shrieked as

in dismay at the commotion, but Kathleen

love you. I’m going to find someone else whom I deserve,” Kathleen