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Author's Note:

So, I haven't been able to upload as promised. I apologize, but here you go. I hope you enjoy and I appreciate your honest take of my story. Thank you for reading.

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It's been almost two weeks since her mysterious stud disappeared and a month since he first visited her. She cried, afraid that he's finally done with her and would never come back.

Layla was a complete mess. She was at loss even at work that it caused trouble she had to hire a temporary chef. Not to mention that she hasn't seen her best friend for over a month.

One time, her mom came to visit. Apparently, she was worried because she wasn't running the restaurant she vehemently swore to run all by herself. Her entire house was a mess and she was all holed up in her room--sick and broken hearted.

"Oh sweetie, what happened?" Her mother motioned to hug her but Layla raised a hand stopping her. "What? Why?"

Layla gagged. "Oh God, mom. You smell awful. Please stay away from--" She was quick on her feet and onto the ensuite bathroom where she puked her guts out. Her mother, bless her, held her hair while caressing her back as she heaved.

Weak and tired, Layla slumped on the ground.

"How long have you been sick?" Her mother suddenly asked while handing her some water. She sounded calm, but watching.

She shrugged. "A few days? I'm not sure."

Her mother hummed thoughtfully. "It's the worst in the morning right?"

She groaned. "Exactly. I can barely get myself off the bed. I just.." She sighed.

"How long have you been having unprotected sex?"

"A few--" She stared, dumbfounded, at her mother who was raising an eyebrow at her. "Really." She stared at her.

Her mother stared back.

And then it hit her. "Oh, shit." She visibly paled.

Concern, her mom engulf her in a hug. "Everything's going to be okay."

But Layla can only cry. Was it? The father was nowhere to be found. She doesn't even know who he is! How will it ever be alright?

..

That same night, Layla sat on the couch, watching tv but her mind was not really into it. Her mom, bless her soul, helped her clean the house before she left. She even cooked some food for Layla after telling her the food she should and shouldn't eat.

Her stomach grumbled. Right. She has to eat something no matter what. Layla stood up and head towards the kitchen to look at the food her mother left. She decided to heat the ginger tea that was suppose to help with her nausea.

She waited.

A pair of hands suddenly hugged her from behind and around her stomach.

Her heart skipped a beat.

The familiar kisses on her neck started and his hand slowly but surely starts to mke it's way inside her shorts. Layla stopped him but he was determined with her own hand. He knew her so well now that just a few flick of his fingers to her clitoris and she was leaning back, moaning weakly. "We need to talk." She tried, truly she did.

But he wasn't listening. "I'm sorry. Something came up." He pulled down her shorts.

When she felt his manhood against her pussy, she was a goner. He pushed her gently towards the counter as he pulled her lower back towards him. "I missed you." He kissed her neck.

"Wait, I have--ahh." She couldn't finish what she was saying because he filled her to the brim.

"So tight. Just mine." He growled.

Layla frowned. His voice sounded too familiar. Where had she heard them? But the thoughts was soon lost as he rammed in her deliciously hard. Layla held on his arm as he pound her while biting and kissing at her neck.

Then she remembered something. "Wait." A sudden fear, having remembered the child she carries and the looming future iif she was to stay under his spell brought her mind to clarity. "Stop." She says firmly.

Almost immediately, he stopped. "What's wrong?"

That voice. She knew it now. It was clear. "Lance?"

He froze from behind her.

The ginger ale was done. The ping shattered the silence between them. No one moved.

"Was it really you?"

He didn't move so she did. Layla pulled away from their connection with a plop and face him. There stood her stud in all his naked glory and a mask. As she looked at it now, she cannot believe it! Layla yanked his masked off.

It was Lance.

Her mouth opened and then close, unable to say anything. She was flabbergasted. Mix of emotions whirled inside that for a second she felt she was going to be sick again.

"I'm sorry--" He tried to reach her but she stepped away.

"It was you all along?" Tears starts to fall from her eyes.

Lance held her arms. Layla tried to pull away but his grip was firm. "Let me explain. Please, baby."

She tensed at that word. How real it sounded now?

He took her silence as a sign to continue. "Remember that night we made a dare? You showed me your diary and I swore I'd make one of them come true." He explained.

Layla can't remember at first. "We were drunk!"

"I wasn't." He ran a hand through his hair. "You gave me your diary. What am I suppose to do when I read about how you wanted me to get you pregnant when you least expected it. You fantasized about me taking you without asking for your consent."

Layla was taken aback. She was ashamed because she did wrote them. She hoped he'd do it.

"You said as long as you don't say no or stop, it's okay. That is what's written there." Lance pleaded with his eyes.

But Layla was simply at a loss. She suddenly felt dizzy. What he said was true, she did write it like that.

"What am I suppose to do? I've love you for a long time now and seeing those things you wrote in your diary just fueled my desire." Lance voice broke. "Please forgive me Layla."

She stood there unmoving. Lance approached her. Seeing his cock sway every step he took aroused her.

"I just.." He held her in his arms, kissing her forehead. "I didn't know how else to have you. You've always been telling me, dreaming about some other guy and making a family with him and I just.. I can't. I loved you so much but you didn't see me the same way."

She looked up at him. "I do. I feel the same way--" His lips came crashing down on her.

"Oh, thank god." He pulled her up with him. His cock deliciously snuggled between her folds.

"Lance. Wait." Layla felt conflicted, angry now but then again it boiled down to that deepest desires she's ever had and he fulfilled it all. "I.. I don't know what to feel, Lance. I'm confuse."

Lance tensed. "Did I go too far? Did you not mean what you wrote?"

Layla caressed the worry in his eyes. Here he is, the man who starred her fantasy one too many nights if not all. That much is true but, "How did I not recognize your voice? Is that really you?"

He nods, smiling as he starts to relax. "You forgot. I used to work as a voice actor back in college. Is that all that bothers you?"

Layla smiled, blushing profusely at how ridiculous her question had been. "Well, you sounded so different. Wilder, maybe."

He chuckled, that deep bubbling sound that came from the depths of his chest. Oh how she love the sound of him. "Let's start again." He gently lay her down the sofa. It was just like that night but this time, her nightly visitor has a face. The light was off and only the tv was illuminating them. It was the perfect restart because it was where it all happened first.

Lance position himself from between her legs. He stared at her eyes as he entered her.

"Lance. Wait.." But he wasn't stopping. He roughly pulled her against him, causing his cock to slam to the hilt making her wince and moan at the same time. Lance peppered her with kisses on her neck as he starts to thrust hard. "Ahh.. wait. Lance." How can she stop him when he's fucking her so good? With the way he's thrusting against her, she was afraid it would harm their baby. She doesn't know anything about pregancy but she wanted to be sure.

"At least be gentle. We might hurt the baby."

He stopped. She could feel his heart drumming against his chest. He looked down at her. "What did you say?"

"I'm pregnant."

He pulled back, looking at her as if he'd see the evidence of their child growing. It wouldn't show. It's too early. His hand rested on her belly. The way his eyes teared up as he stared down at her made her forgive him. He was genuinely in love with their child.

"Fuck. You're pregnant!" He was grinning from ear to ear. He made this happen after all.

Lance maneuver them with breaking contact so she was now straddling him. "You take the lead so you could control the intensity." He panted.

Layla decided to punished him by moving so slow.

He grunted. "Love, isn't that too slow?"

"Mmh. But we have to be sure. Wouldn't want to hurt our baby right?"

He nodded, painfully so.

Layla chuckled. "Kidding." She smiled but it was soon wiped out as she starts to pick up the pace.

After another session of heated sex, Lance pulled her close. "So, did it meet your expectations?" He winked, making her blush. "Oh, and I am your first and last love alright just as you are mine." He says, the last part more of an animalistic growl as he pressed his palm flat against her lower belly for emphasis.

...

Dear Diary,

I know it's not something I should dream of but, I fantasized about being taken against my will. You know, like, someone sneaking out of me and then taking me bareback. There's that risk of getting pregnant and all that but it made things even more.. erotic. Primal, even.

Hold on. If I wanted it, then is it still against my will?

Ah, I don't know. Maybe I've gone crazy for real. But I sure as hell won't mind if it's Lance. I've loved him since forever.

The thing is, I doubt he'd do something like that. He's always been a gentleman. Even if he does that, I doubt it would be me. I would always be the friend he feels the need to protect, nothing more.

I wish he would want me so much though that he wouldn't care of anything else--even my permission because he already has it. Read that Lance? You may do to me whatever you wish.

Maybe that's why I've been writing this deepest darkest secret of mine, hoping he'd read and finally take action. Just the thought of being at his mercy--it's too much. Add the fact of having that thought of his seed taking root within me? Oh god.

But that's too good to be true which is why, I am planning to finally get over him. I would find someone to have kids with and spend the rest of my life with. He may be my first love, but he's not my last.

It's sad but what can I do? I can't force him to love me and I want to have a child of my own. I've always loved children.