A Very Sticky Situation

Ana’s POV

I push the door open to sight Ike with two half filled glasses in his hand, a bottle of wine on the small glass table.

He gives me one as I step in, his sharply chiseled features stealing my breath as always. I decline the offer, causing his black piercing eyes to gawk at me in inquiry and I shrug in reply to his silent question.

Positioning the tumbler on the small glass table beside him his plump pink lips curve in a sly smile that leaves me shivering in excitement and uncaged want.

The atmosphere becomes tense as I take a seat opposite him and cross my leg in an attempt to stop the quivering between my legs. I had no idea how much I have missed him until this moment.

Just gazing at that high cheekbones and thick brows can make a girl shed her panties the way I did. My dark blue eyes observe the way his barely curled dyed blonde hair contrasts well with his light brown complexion.

As he assesses me I notice him gulp and lower himself to the empty chair before me and lends a heated look in my path.

The sexual tension seems to have risen a notch, prompting me to clear my throat in a bid to tone it down a bit.

"I'm here to tell you something important," I say, my voice sounding foreign to my ears.

He nods and alights from the armchair to offer me a hand, the kaleidoscopic shirt he's putting on stretching on his sturdy chest as he does this. "I'm happy you came."

I take his hand and stand but I'm left stunned as he buries his slightly crooked nose in my neck, inhaling the feminine scent.

"God I've missed you," he murmurs, shifting the strap of my blouse to kiss my shoulder.

I'm mute as I revel in this feeling, the emotions and memories rushing back to me like a rollercoaster.

"Your smooth skin," he whispers in my ear. "Your breasts, that tiny waistline, and beautiful butt that fits my palms so perfectly."

I shove him when his hands go to squeeze my ass, my breathing rushed as I take a few steps back.

"What's wrong love?" He inquires, gaping at me.

"This is wrong Ike and you know it," I admonish, my body coming in contact with the wall behind me.

"Why does it feel so right then?" He questions and closes the distance I put between us in his black slacks. Trapping me, his mouth tilts in a smirk.

"Answer me, Ana," he commands when he gets no reaction from me, his hands skidding behind me to press my body to his. Watching me, his fingers slide under my top to lightly rake them on my bare back eliciting a moan from me which he cuts short by slamming his lips on mine in a fiery kiss.

My body has a mind of its own as I unknowingly wrap my arms around his neck drawing him down to my level. His hands grip my waist, the kiss growing intense, making me lose all my senses.

"I miss you," he lets out in a breathe triggering my anger as I remember what happened between us.

I struggle to push him away but he doesn't budge. After several attempts, I inhale and say the only statement I know that can get through to him.

"I'm pregnant," I mumble, my lids closed as I announce this.

He recoils instantly, releasing me as I sense his intense gaze. "What?" He questions, unable to comprehend what I'm telling.

"I'm pregnant Ike," I repeat, my eyes flashing open as I await the outcome of my words while I spot emotions running through his black irises.

"Ike, I said I'm pregnant," I say once more as silence reigns around me.

"I heard you!" He shuns, almost knocking me off my feet as I feel my heart pierce due to his hard expression and tone of voice, though I secretly expected this kind of reaction.

"This was a bad idea," I converse, my voice shaky, and wipe the wetness from my cheek.

Feeling hurt, I take a step and bend to snatch my purse from where I dropped it earlier. Lifting myself, I am amazed to note his stony mood morph into a smile, more so as he breaks out in a laugh.

"Are you okay?" I investigate in horror at his reaction as fear grips me lightly.

"I've never been happier," he confesses and shortens the space between us. Before I can comprehend what he's about to do I am being engulfed in a hug.

"What are you doing?" I poll, speaking my mind though I get no response as he holds me tight such that my head is resting on his chest while he squeezes me in an embrace.

To my relief he releases me, bestowing me a grin that leaves me perplexed. I stare warily as he guides me to my previous seat.

"I want to be in that baby's life," he tells, making me rise hastily from my seat in anger.

"The hell you are!" I bellow in fury, pushing him away from my vision.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He quizzes, confusion engraved boldly on his face.

"You have no right," I grit, my temper rising a notch.

"May I clearly tell you I have every right, hence that child you are carrying is equally mine as he/she is yours?" He argues, our breaths getting mixed due to our proximity.

"You seized to have the right after you called its mother a slut," I mutter. "And as if that wasn't enough you called her a whore too."

"Ana, calm down," he pleads aiming to grab my shoulders.

"Oh no no, you don't get to tell me to calm down," I sneer. "Need I remind you that this happened while you were engaged?"