Vincent and I had been screwing around for years and it all started the moment I walked into his office and sat down for an interview. He couldn’t peel his eyes away from my curvy body. He complimented the way I wore my hair every day, even if it was in sloppy buns. He did everything in his power just to graze his fingers against my smooth caramel skin and when his wife was out of the building one rainy day, he took me in his office, threw everything from his desk, and laid me down on top of it. From that point on we couldn’t stop seeing each other. There was passion between us and its forbidden value was like gasoline to the blaze.
Fixing up the collar of my blouse, I walked towards a large mirror and peered into the reflection of my face. The smirk didn’t vanish. I had every reason to keep it on. I hopped our child would be beautiful. I declared it to be beautiful. One month later, my statement manifested itself. I found out I was pregnant.
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