Love Over Envy: BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (9 page)

Everyone had a station in life; when they acted out of place, they deserved to be reminded of what their station in life was. That was the dangerous psychology that Greta brought to the table. It was terrifying, but there was nothing most people could do about it since most people were ignorant to the truth behind who Greta was. Her past was meticulously hidden away from everyone she met. She was a dangerous woman who wasn’t to be messed with.

Realizing that both Genevieve and Sam were too wrapped up in each other to notice what she was doing, Greta pulled out her phone and made a call.

“Erwin!” Greta hissed into her cellphone.

She put her sunglasses on to further disguise her identity in case her voice was recognized.

Greta continued, “Yes you little twerp! Okay… Now here’s what I want you to do. I have a big favor to ask and it needs to get done urgently…”

She continued to whisper her favor into the phone and into Erwin’s accepting ear. She knew Erwin would do what she asked of him. He was a so good to her. His behavior and motivations were utterly predictable. Greta was just pleased that this little favor wouldn’t cost her too much.

A week later, Sam’s assistant informed him that he had a dinner date. It was a rescheduled date with the mysterious redhead that Sam had cancelled on. A part of him didn’t really want to go. Was it fair to Genevieve? Sam realized he had to get that idea out of his head immediately. This wasn’t about Genevieve. She had asked for things to be casual and by turning down dates, Sam was just muddying the waters. The last thing he wanted was to get in too deep with someone who had no real interest in him for the long term.

Sam didn’t know what to expect from his dinner date. Apparently, this woman was named Kate Hansson. Sam figured it would be a great casual experience. He needed to decompress anyways and take his mind off Genevieve. She was the only thing on his mind for days at a time and Sam knew this could get unhealthy. He couldn’t think of her like that. The deeper he became intertwined with Genevieve, the more difficult it would be if she decided that she didn’t want to be with him in the long term. Sam didn’t particularly want to be with anyone else but he had no choice but to branch out and see what life was like dating other women. Otherwise, he would increase the risk of getting his heart broken.

The woman he was going on a date with insisted upon meeting him at the restaurant. Sam thought that was strange because most women he went out with preferred to be picked up at home. When Sam arrived at the restaurant, the woman spotted him out first. Greta had dyed her hair a much darker red to meet Sam. She sashayed over to him and introduced herself. Sam had to admit that he was unimpressed. Sure, the woman standing before them was technically beautiful. Her dark red hair had slight waves. Her blue eyes held some kind of bizarre excitement that seemed far greater in the situation called for. She looked even vaguely familiar to Sam, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on where he had met her.

“I’m Kate,” Greta lied through her teeth.  Yes, this was a part of covering her tracks. She would pretend to be Kate Hansson – the name of her older sister – and through doing so she would get to know Sam a little bit better. Thankfully, Erwin had pulled through for tonight she had great plans ahead. Sam had no idea what was coming to him. She was sure he would love every second of it.

Sam introduced himself to Kate and led her to the table he had reserved. The woman seemed nice enough. She hung on tight to nearly everything Sam said and she listened intently to him as he spilled details of life. Sam would keep things casual of course, but he had to say
something
to her. “Kate” asked so many deep and probing questions he figured she was just interested. It made sense.  Most women were beyond interested in Sam especially when they notice how nicely dressed and what kind of car he drove. Sam had no reason to lie and no reason to hide details of his life. He just didn’t want things to get too personal because his mind was somewhere else.

Greta was taking advantage of the fact that Sam was distracted. In his distraction, he wasn’t paying attention to the types of questions she was asking. As usual, Greta had been discounted as a simple fool. She was learning more and more about Sam. Greta was absolutely thrilled with the information she was coming across. Then, Greta’s moment of truth came. Sam excused himself to go to the bathroom and she was left at their table alone. Finally, she could carry out her plan. Greta took the pill out of her bag and crushed it between her long acrylic fingernails. The pill became a powder and was ready to slip into Sam’s drink. She was sure it would go down well with his whiskey on the rocks. What kind of strange man drank whiskey on the rocks on a date? Wasn’t that a bit strong…

With this drug, Greta would get exactly what she wanted. It wasn’t a “date rape”  drug. It was a designer stimulant fresh off the market that Erwin had managed to obtain for her from some of his prep school connections. The drug didn’t make you lose any of your faculties. It simply lowered your inhibitions and you become hyper aware of your surroundings after taking the drug. The next thing that would happen is that you would become incredibly horny. Your desires would fill your mind and you’d be unable to control yourself in the face of these desires. After finishing his drink, Sam would become enamored with her and would beg to go home for the night where she would finally be able to get her fill of him which was what Greta wanted all along.  She was desperate to sleep with Sam and she would stop at nothing to achieve this goal.

When Sam returned from the bathroom, he was glad to see the date Kate seemed even more happy than ever. He was glad that she was having a good time. Sam didn’t know if he vibed with Kate, but he had no reason to despise her. She seemed nice enough but there was something about her that just seemed a little bit off. Not to mention, he couldn’t get his mind off Genevieve. He just kept wishing that he was out with Genevieve instead.

Where was she? Was she working? Was she out with another man? Sam hated being so caught up with another woman but that was how he honestly felt. He was starting to feel more and more deeply for Genevieve to the point where he wasn’t certain how long could deny it. This “casual date” hadn’t served its intended purpose. In fact, this date was letting him know that Genevieve was the only woman he ever wanted to be with. Everyone else was so bland. Sam downed his whiskey on the rocks fast. Perhaps some alcohol would help the date end faster…

It felt like five minutes had passed, but it had been far longer. Sam had no idea how he had even arrived home but here he was and the woman he had gone a date with was there with him. Sam felt like he was out of his body. He was terrified.
What the fuck happened?
  He tried to piece together what happened in the restaurant. The last thing he could remember was taking his drink. But then… Had he paid? Why was he at home? Sam’s attention was pulled away from these questions when he noticed a large tent in his pants. His cock was raging with desire and he needed release now. And that urge was far stronger than his urge to question how he had arrived home. He wanted to satisfy himself and an avenue for satisfaction was standing right there. She was clearly ready and willing. The tall leggy redhead would look even better facedown on his bed. Sam licked his lips. He didn’t know how he had become this way, but all of a sudden he felt a primal urge to shove his cock into someone… violently. Sam knew that look in a woman’s face and know exactly what she wanted. And he was willing to give it to her.

Greta saw Sam’s lust filled look and she locked eyes with him. It didn’t take long for her dress to hit the floor. She was standing there in a full set of lingerie with 6 inch black heels and a pearl necklace. Oh God. She was going to get it
good.
She wanted him in all of her holes.  Greta had wanted Sam from the moment she saw him at the salsa club and finally what was meant to be with happening right before her. She confidently walked over to Sam began to kiss him. Sam didn’t care for such romantic frills under the influence of Greta’s little pill. There was a naked woman before him in all he wanted to do was ravage her. He didn’t care about Greta. She was just pussy on legs. His views on sex now were so vastly different from what they were without drugs. Of course, Sam couldn’t figure out why he felt so animalistic. He just knew that he needed release.

Sam took his pants off and underwear revealing his hard cock to Greta for the first time. Greta knew that technically this was so wrong. She was betraying her friend by sleeping with Sam. This is the type of thing that most people would look down upon, but Greta justified herself by saying that she deserved Sam. She saw him first. He belonged to her. In some bizarre twist of fate, Sam had the presence of mind to pull a condom out of his wallet and roll it over his hardness.

Sam pushed Greta over the couch exposing her wet pussy to him. He didn’t even bother with wanting to taste her. He had no interest in that. Greta’s slit was engorged and pulsating with desire. She just wished that Sam hadn’t rolled on a condom. She wanted to have him raw and unfiltered all to herself.  Sam pushed her head down so she wouldn’t look at him and he shoved his length into her wetness. Greta cried out loudly twisted her face in an expression of pain and pleasure.  Oh God… This was going to be good.

Sam jackhammered his cock in and out of her tightness. He didn’t care about pleasuring Greta at all. She was a sack of flesh to be used until he had finished.  While most women would of been offended by this treatment, it turned Greta on even more. Her innate need to submit to a man was activated. She could rarely find a man who was macho enough to control her. Sam was perfectly capable of bending her over like a whore and fucking her madly.  She groaned as she came for the first time. As her pussy clenched around his cock, Sam thought he was about to burst as well. But he wasn’t done ravaging this woman. He could tell she wanted it and he was going to give it to her exactly how she liked it.

The entire time he fucked Greta, Sam didn’t think of Genevieve once.  If it weren’t for the drug, perhaps he would have. All he could think about with the fact that there was a pussy here waiting for him and she wanted him badly too. He plunged deep into Greta again and again. He held onto her tiny slim cream-colored waist as he pounded her. Greta screamed and thrust her hips back to meet Sam’s great length.

“Oh God! Oh God!” She cried out again and again. This was exactly as good as Greta thought it would be. She was overcome with ecstasy in the throes of passion. All she could think about was how amazing this felt and how she wanted Sam more than once now that she had a taste of heaven. She came again, this time far harder than before.  Sam held onto her hips tightly as he felt her pussy clenching around his cock. This was it. This was all he could handle. He grunted loudly and cum spilled from his cock head. The moment he came he felt a wave of satisfaction drifting over his body. He was grateful that he was wearing a condom. All Sam wanted to do was fall asleep. The drug had its intended effect and now his body only craved rest.

Sam also felt overwhelming disgust with himself for what he had just done. The effect of the drug hadn’t worn off just enough for him to realize why he felt so terrible. His head was still fuzzy. Thoughts came spilling in at an unmanageable rate. Once he came, his primary emotion was just guilt. All Sam knew was that he needed to get this woman out of the his apartment. This was wrong. This was all wrong. This was never supposed to happen. Sam felt sick. He was about to throw up. Bile was building in the bottom throat. Holy shit. This was so wrong. She wasn’t the one.

Sam pulled his pants up and managed to choke out, “I’m just not feeling this. You need to get out of here.”

Greta didn’t know what to do. She wanted to protest, but when she saw the crazed look in Sam’s eyes she knew he would stop at nothing to get her out of the apartment if that was what he wanted. She had no choice but to leave. She started to get dressed slowly but that only seem to rile him up even more.

“Get out! I told you to get the fuck out!” Sam screamed. Blue veins bulged along his neck. His eyes were bloodshot. He wasn’t the man she had gone home with. His desire had been killed.

Greta was half clothed when she hobbled out of Sam’s place.  The night had not ended how she expected.

In his disgust with himself and in his complete terror, Sam didn’t know what else to do. All he could do was get himself to bed. He felt dirty. Sam stripped down to his boxers and washed his face before jumping into his king-size bed alone. Something terrible had happened here.

The entire night that Greta and Sam had been out on their date, Genevieve had stayed home alone. It wasn’t that she didn’t have too much to do, she just wanted to have a night home alone. Genevieve had spent most of the night talking to her sister Nathalie. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something very terrible was happening throughout their entire conversation. Nathalie told her that was probably her women’s intuition, but Genevieve was worried that she was losing her mind. Things had been feeling a little bit odd with Genevieve lately.

Her period was three days late.  Genevieve wasn’t terribly worried, after all three days isn’t a terribly long time, but she had a nagging feeling that something was up. What’s more, Genevieve’s intuition told her that it wasn’t just menstruation she had to worry about. Something serious and bizarre was happening out there in the universe and she just had a strange feeling. That’s how women are sometimes… We have strange feelings about things due to some ancient divine spirituality. Or something.

By the time she hung up with her sister Nathalie, Genevieve decided she needed to act on the strange nagging feeling she was having. Her period was three days late, so she decided to take a pregnancy test. That would at least sort out that strange feeling. Genevieve’s period wasn’t supposed to be late at all. Birth control was supposed to prevent that. But every once in awhile there was some variation so Genevieve didn’t quite want to panic.

Genevieve was a relatively responsible woman and she had a stock of at least four pregnancy tests in her bathroom.  She just never knew when one of these things might be necessary.  Genevieve knew that it wasn’t the best idea to take these pregnancy tests that night but she just couldn’t wait. In either case, if she got a negative test, she would take another one the next day. False positives were too rare for her to be worried about that option.