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.

times they slept together. Hence, she did

in her womb, and a

my plan B pills the last time,” explained Kathleen coolly. “I’ll ingest them right now if you still doubt

box of morning-after pills from

lips when Samuel grabbed her hand, disrupting her. “Fine, I trust you. You

unlike you! All you care about is your own pleasure regardless

Samuel was incensed.

act irresponsibly? Still, it is true that Kathleen often has to

you prefer to be

a man were to truly love me, he would

No man would commit such

skewed. I swear I’ll prove it to you

me, Kathleen, when I say that such men are a mere figment of your wishful imagination,”

me anyway? Kathleen is given ample money to spend. Besides, her needs and wants, both in bed and

can’t believe my

we’re fated

rotten luck. I

have been lust-addled to have pined

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

instantly sensed that something

seemed that she had inexplicably become more

research, however, it could be that her mood

between her eyebrows, deflated. “Whatever, I’m

the bed, pull up the covers, and fell

Samuel grimaced.

off like nobody’s business. She would not have dared to do so in the past. When did

wit in switching the birth control

to take them right before Samuel

eventually drifted off and succumbed

glacial gaze was pinned on the

rid of it. How am I

defined by his actions in not allowing her to consume birth-control pills, then

use a condom from this day

to his side,

as soft and luscious as fresh peach and slept as soundly as an endearing

wonder everyone seems drawn to her. Especially Christopher. The way he looks at Kathleen does

well with Samuel, and he was compelled to wrap Kathleen in his embrace to soothe

scum!” Kathleen shrieked

at the commotion, but Kathleen was

longer love you. I’m going to find someone else whom I