Chapter 2

Kathryn's Point of View

Walking to my apartment I am so lost in thought that I don't even notice the familiar car in the parking area.

I keep having the conversation with Elijah in my head over and over again. Considering all the different scenarios.

As I reach my door I realize I can't find my keys. I look back the way I came, thinking maybe I dropped them on the way, but soon realizing I never took them out of the glove compartment in my car.

I contemplate walkimg back to my car but my tired body protests.

Sighing I bend down to grab my spare key from under the flower pot. My heart starts to thud wildly in my chest as I realize it is not there. I lift all of the pots next to the door searching for the key, but I come up empty handed. I knew this was a stupid place to hide the key as anyone could steal it, but since I moved in here no other person had used this key. Except for Elijah..

Elijah... Was he here already? He was the only other person who had access to my apartment and was allowed to come and go as he pleased. The realization that he is here already made my heart thud even louder.

Great, I guess I don't have time to sleep on our pending conversation.

I rub my sweaty hands against my jeans while I swallow the invisible lump in my throat. I reach out for the door but immediately pull my hand back.

"Come on Kat, you can do this."

I say soflty, patting my cheeks before taking a deep breath and reaching out again but before I could open the door it is opened from inside and I see Elijah's handsome face.

"Surprise!"

Elijah says with a smirk. I can't help my eyes roaming over him. The wavy dark brown, almost black, hair; the smoldering brown eyes that capture you; the smirk that makes girls flock around him. His arm is leaning on the door frame and he is only wearing shorts.

"Are you coming in or are you going to just keep checking me out from out here?"

He teases and I give him a small smile, restraining myself from panicking as I slip past him. I hear him let out a sigh before the door closes behind me.

"Are you okay? I can help with your bad mood and make things all better."

He says suggestively and smirks at me again. He starts to come my way but I quickly walk over to the table, putting some distance between us.

His suggestion is tempting, especially when he looks like that but I need to be strong.

"We have to talk Elijah."

I tell him as I put my stuff down on the kitchen counter. I turn around to face him again.

"Can it wait? I came here earlier than planned to surprise you, and not to just sit here and talk."

He comes closer again, slipping his arms around me before pulling me close to him and nuzzling his face into my neck. He starts kissing my neck soflty.

Biting my lip I try to stop myself from giving in to him. But then his hands move and he cups my breasts and starts kneeding them while still kissing and sucking my neck. For a moment I give in, just enjoying the feeling.

"I love your big breasts, can I taste them while you talk?"

"Elijah! Stop!"

I gasp as his voice snaps me back to reality, clutching his hands away from my breasts as I spin around and securing his arms by his side.

"Please. We need to talk."

"What is going on? Why are you like this today?"

He pulls away from me, frowning.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

He backs away slowly and slumps his ass onto the couch.

I shake my head, nervously fidgeting with mh fingers as I look at him.

"No. It is not that. I am not breaking up with you, but we really need to discuss something important."

"Come here."

He pats his thighs.

"Come to daddy and tell me what is bothering you."

"Really, daddy?"

I scoff at him. Chuckling he holds his hands up in surrender.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today."

I roll my eyes at him before crossing my arms over my chest.

"Can you be serious for one second? I really need to talk you."

"So talk. I am not stopping you."

He stands and heads in my direction again, and before I can stop him he wraps me in his arms again and lifts me up. Wrapping my legs around his waist before my back slams against the wall as he smashes his mouth against mine.

I moan loudly, snaking my arms around his neck, kissing him back. He starts grinding his erection into me.

"I have missed you, it has been a long week."

His voice comes out raspy, sending shivers down my spine.

He groans trying to capture my lips again and I know it is now or never. I tilt my head to the side, trying to avoid his mouth. His lips land on my cheek, but he isn't deterred as he continues kissing and nibbling my cheek to my neck.

"Put me down.. Please.."

I say in a soft, hoarse voice.

He doesn't respond. Just continues grinding into me and kissing and sucking my neck. I put my hands against his chest and push.

"Stop! I said put me down, please."

He slowly lets me down and pulls away from me slightly.

"What is going on with you?"

"I told you that we need to talk. There is something important I have to discuss with you."

He lets out a sigh and rakes his fingers through his hair.

"Fine, what do you want to talk about?"

"I'm...."

I look at my hands still against his chest and take a deep breath.

"I'm pregnant."

I look up at his face the moment he lets me go as if I burnt him.

"Who's the father?"

My heart constricts as I see the look on his face. I stare at him, dumbstruck. I did not expect that question.

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I said, who's baby is that? Is it mine?"

He asks, stepping back even further away from me letting my arms fall down next to my body.

"Of course it is yours! How can you ask me that?!"

My chest heaves and I feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"I don't know.. Maybe.."

He stops talking. His jaw tightening as he runs his fingers through his hair again.

"Maybe what? Maybe I have been f*****g around on you?"

I ask, bristling in anger.

"Well.. I don't know what you do throughout the week when I am not around.. I mean.."

He doesn't finish his sentence as I lift my hand and slap him. Hard.

"Don't.. You know I would never do something like that. This baby is yours."

He starts pacing.

"But how? How did you get pregnant?"

I gasp, shaking my head.

"Are you f*****g serious right now? Do you need me to explain to you, in detail, how s*x works?"

"You don't understand my f*****g question. How did you get pregnant? Why aren't you on birth control pills?"

He wasn't raising his voice, but this is not the same Elijah, this one wasn't sweet talking me and looking at him now it's like seeing someone I have never met before.

"I am! I do take it. I've been on them for years. You know that."

"Then how are you pregnant?"

His voice is cold, sending a chill down my spine. He is making it sound like I did something terrible to him.

"I don't know. But it happened. I am pregnant. With your baby."

I say, my hand going down to my stomach. His gaze follows my gesture and he shakes his head.

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"No. I am not ready for a kid!"

He says in that some cold voice, still shaking his head.

I feel my heart stop as I stare at him. Tears pool in my eyes before I blink them back. My mouth opens but I can't get anything out, so it closes again and I look away, trying to compose myself.

"Are you sure it's mine?"

His question makes my eyes snap back to him. I still can't find the words. I was expecting this to happen, him being shocked but the flat-out rejection still hurt. I look at him and I see something in his eyes that I don't want to see. He doesn't want this child. Looking at him I know I had already lost this battle. My hand raises and a hard slap lands against his cheek again.

"Get out."

I point at the door, my chest heaving.

Without a word he grabs his shirt on the chair pulling it over his head before he grabs his car keys and rushes out my door. Slamming it shut after him.