Page 1 of Love is So Mean
Prologue
“Shut up.” I say to Enrique, slapping a hand over his mouth. He groans as I ride him, throwing my head so I can achieve what I need to.
Enrique says something but I can’t hear him as I shut my eyes focusing on one thing. I need him to cum so that we can do what needs to be done. My other hand slides down Enrique’s body, touching the curves and hardness of it all. He’s toned and his muscles constrict everytime he moves.
His hands grab my waist digging into me causing me to shudder, the feel of his hands on my body makes me visualize his hands that look over the contracts I hand him. The feel of them on my hand reminds me of when he looks everything over with his pointer finger. I look down at Enrique and one of his hands removes mine from over his mouth.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Enrique seethes but it doesn’t stop me. It motivates me to keep going. I want a baby and he’s signed the contract to give me that much. I’ll let him go when it’s time to because that’s what we agreed on but it doesn’t change that, I need this. I have to have this baby. It’s the only selfish thing I’ve ever wanted for myself.
“Stop talking, Enrique. Just stop fucking talking and fuck a baby into me like you agreed to. That’s all I need from you,” my breath hitches as the feel of his thumbs dig into my thighs, so close to my clit. I place my palms on the side of his head and lean in with our mouths close but no kissing. That happened once and it won’t happen again.
A moan almost escapes but I stop it as I roll my waist shutting my eyes from everything. My forehead drops on his, as we lose ourselves in each other for just a moment. A minute that doesn’t need to exist between us.
Enrique lifts his head a bit and our lips touch. I immediately move away from him kissing me again, I won’t let him pull me back there. I lift and arch my back.
I ignore his grunt as I move my hands touching myself making sure that I’m getting wetter so that soon enough, it can be done with. I don’t hate the task of making a baby but I know this isn’t a lover’s moment. We are fulfilling a contract, doing what needs to be done and he’s definitely thinking about his fiancée while being inside of me. I don’t mind. I’m not really thinking about anything but my goal, what I need… that’s what makes me moan but I catch myself.
Enrique’s thumb finds my clit and he rubs it. I grab his wrist, stopping him from continuing, “don’t. I don’t need your help just focus on cuming. Think about Emily so you can cum.”
“I hate you.”
“Good.”
Enrique thrusts underneath me trying to overpower the situation in the moment but I lean in and bite him to confuse the moment. Enrique groans and slaps my ass,good, he’s distracted. He throws his head back in ecstasy and I know he’s so close. I grip him tighter, tightening my walls around his dick and his hands fly to my waist, gripping and digging deep as he holds me on top of him while he pumps into me.
Enrique cums and I feel him let go inside of me. I stay still until he’s done then I watch as he lets my waist go. I lift and remove him from inside me. I get off the bed, grab my robe from the floor and slip it on.
“What are you doing?” He asks me, perplexed. “You didn’t cum yet.”
“I don’t need to. We accomplished what we needed to do tonight and I’m going to my bedroom. This is your room. I sleep in mine down the hall. If you need breakfast or anything else in the house, in the first drawer, there is a list of numbers to contact. Also, I will text you our schedule for this. Have a goodnight, Husband.”
Chapter 1
Yasmeena
3weeks ago
You need to hurry up and have a baby or else that’s it for you.
That’s what I heard even though that isn’t what my OBGYN said. There’s no such thing as fair or right in my world so I’m not looking for it. Searching for pity would be something I’d do if I was given that luxury but I’m an Al-Ameen, we don’t have that. It isn’t in us to have that moment for ourselves.
I have to find a solution to my problem at all costs yet right now, as I speed to work, I can’t think of that. Nothing is working out in that way and that’s that. My phone rings off the hook and I know it’s my assistant.
Without bothering to ignore him again, I pick up.
“What is it, Matthew?”
“Have you seen the news?”
“What news?”
“There’s an issue with Bott. The stocks aren’t crashing just yet but there was a scandal accusing the company of claiming more money than they’ve made.”
“I see.”
“Your father is in the hospital because of it, Miss Al-Ameen.” Matt says this with remorse in his tone.
I’m not emotionally deficient to where I can’t pick up on tone, I’m the CEO of my company,Athena, so I have to pay attention to people and their tones but Matthew feels more than I do when it comes to my father being in the hospital. I know him well enough to know that if it made it to the news, it was planned.