Love Over Envy: BWWM Pregnancy Romance Novel (13 page)

“Greta…” Sam begged one last time. She didn’t budge. Greta meant business. He couldn’t believe it but he was actually starting to tear up. The universe was conspiring to keep him away from Genevieve and his frustration was growing beyond what he was capable of managing. Sam knew what this woman was capable of so he figured it was better to just leave. He would figure something else out. He would take a chance to get the jump on Greta. This attempt to contact Genevieve was a failure.

Sam said nothing else. He turned away from Greta and got back into his car. He floored the gas and drove around the city for three hours before he arrived home. When Sam climbed into bed, he felt smaller than ever.

How could a man who was so powerful become so weak when it came to the woman he loved? Love could bring paupers and princes alike to their knees. Sam felt truly helpless for the first time in a long time. It was as if he were a child again, listening to his father beat his mother over and over. Now, like then, there was no salvation.

Loneliness set in for both Sam and Genevieve. Nathalie’s trip north had been postponed, so Genevieve was forced to face even more time on her own. Her hormones were raging and she had no one to sympathize with her. Genevieve would spend hours and hours crying over nothing only to feel manic all night with no one to go out with. Sam was troubled by the fact that he wanted desperately to care for Genevieve, to hear her voice, to feel her touch, but there was nothing he could do until he figured out how to avoid Greta and her threats. She was clearly watching him closely; Sam was too scared to even call Genevieve.

Sam was redoubling his efforts to find out how exactly he could get in touch with Genevieve. There had to be some way to distract Greta. Sam wondered about a bait and switch. What if he could get his assistant to get in touch with Genevieve… Then switch cars with her. He could have his assistant lead Greta on a wild goose chase throughout the city. By the time Greta caught up with his assistant, he would have hopefully gotten through to Genevieve and he could help her understand what the hell had been going on between them.

Sam knew this idea would work. What’s more, he knew this was one shot to get to Genevieve. If he failed, her entire life was at risk. He needed to act fast; more importantly he needed to be methodical and precise. Sam called up his assistant told her the plan. Sam figured that his penthouse wasn’t being watched directly. Perhaps he was solely being tracked through his phone or computer. Perhaps whoever she had stalking him had taken a little break. In that time, his assistant sped over and joined Sam upstairs. She didn’t ask too many questions about what exactly her boss wanted. She knew that it would be dangerous and she knew that she would be more than compensated for her loyalty.

Sam set the trap. He baited Greta to think that he was leaving the house. After his assistant sped off in his car, she called him three minutes later to let him know that she was being followed. So far, this was all a success.  Sam’s heart was thumping through his chest. He couldn’t believe this was actually working and he couldn’t believe that he would get a chance to see Genevieve. He hopped into his assistants far less fancy car and drove as fast as he could to Genevieve’s apartment. When Sam exited the car to go to Genevieve’s stoop he couldn’t help but feel his heart beating through his chest. He was reminded of the last time he had tried to see Genevieve when Greta had threatened her. Defying Greta still felt scary even if Sam knew that there was no way she could sink her teeth into him now.

Sam slammed his finger down on the doorbell. He was lucky to find out that Genevieve was home. When Genevieve saw Sam standing on her doorstep with a fiery look in his eye,  she had to admit she was curious as to why he had come. She knew she
should
have ignored him but she just couldn’t. It had been so long since they had spoken to each other that she couldn’t imagine what would cause him to come here. She hated to admit that she felt glad to see him. She shouldn’t have felt like that. She had dumped him. He had done something unforgivable. But something about the way Sam was looking at the door so desperately told Genevieve that she should let him up.

Genevieve buzzed him up and Sam entered her apartment. When he’s came in, he closed the door and locked it behind him. Genevieve felt her heart racing. Why had he locked the door? Did he have something planned for her? Was he going to hurt her?

“I’m not going to hurt you Genevieve. I have something serious to show you. Please… I think you’re in danger,” Sam huffed. He tried to catch his breath.

He pulled the file containing the truth about Greta and slammed it on Genevieve’s coffee table.

“What is this?” Genevieve asked.

Sam pushed his hair out of his face. “Please… Just read it,” he said. Genevieve saw from the look in his green eyes that he was earnest about this.

Genevieve had to admit that she was concerned about Sam’s tone. He obviously had found something serious in this file or he wouldn’t have bothered show up here. It had been so long since they had last seen each other, Genevieve presumed that seeing Sam again would be awkward. But it wasn’t. It felt natural as if he were just coming home from work or something. Genevieve could almost forget that they’d gone without talking far less seen each other’s face.

Genevieve sat on her couch and opened the file. The entire time she was reading it, Sam stood there with his arms folded just waiting. Genevieve felt like she had the wind knocked out of her as she read all the information Sam had brought to her door. It was all real. These facts were verifiable. And the more Genevieve read the more she realized that she had been betrayed. It wasn’t that just that she had been betrayed, this
person…
This
sociopath
had tried to take everything away from her. She had considered Greta a friend, but now she didn’t even know her.

She almost lost Sam, the father of her child because of this. She and Sam could never make up these lost weeks. She could never make up to Sam the way she had broken up with him so aggressively. When Genevieve finished reading the file, all she could muster up were tears. A part of her was just happy that the truth was out.

She looked up at Sam with wide eyes when she closed it. Sam could tell that she didn’t know what to say. What
could
she say? Sam had felt the same way after he read all the information that was there. The truth about Greta was bleak. Some parts of the truth were downright terrifying.

“Sam… Sorry. I’m so so sorry,” Genevieve said. She burst into tears. The quiet trickle of tears down her cheek remained as Genevieve burst into loud wails.

Sam sat down next to her and held her close. He didn’t know what to say to let her know that everything was alright. All he wanted to do was convey to Genevieve that he didn’t judge her. He understood why she had distrusted him. He understood that she had been duped by a master manipulator. Sam didn’t hold any of this against Genevieve. He was only grateful that the truth had come out at all.  As Sam held Genevieve close, he took a chance to smell her hair and skin. As the familiar scent wafted into his nostrils he felt at home. He never thought that she would get the opportunity again. When Genevieve finally took a break from her loud sobs, she turned to Sam and kissed him on the lips. What better apology than a kiss?

Their kiss was long and heartfelt. Sam pressed his warm lips against  Genevieve’s  and brushed his hand against her cheek. Her skin was so soft and glowing even more now that her pregnancy was further along. Sam was starting to think he had a chance again being a father and a boyfriend and a lover to Genevieve. As Sam and Genevieve kept kissing and kissing their minds began to wander somewhere else.

Sam position himself between Genevieve’s knees on the couch. She began to unzip her pants and pull them to the ground.  What better way to say I forgive you? Sam inhaled the scent of Genevieve’s wetness through her underwear. It didn’t take much to get a pregnant woman brimming with desire. Sam pulled Genevieve’s underwear down. Her pussy had a small tuft of hair covering it. Sam pried her dark, mulberry colored pussy lips apart and dove his tongue between Genevieve’s lips. She gasped as her pussy gushed from his mere touch.

Sam continued to lap around Genevieve’s pussy with renewed vigor. She gasped and moaned and clutched the fabric on her couch tightly as his tongue probed her inner folds. Sam pushed his tongue deeper and deeper inside Genevieve as if her pussy contained some delectable hidden treasure. Genevieve’s chest rose and fell as she approached climax with ease. “Oh god! Yes, Sam! Yes!” Genevieve screamed as he fastened his lips around her clit and sucked on the hardened nub.

Genevieve didn’t think she would be in this position again. She didn’t think she would have Sam -- the man she was growing to love -- between her legs once more. But now that they had been reunited, nothing else felt right. This was the way things were meant to be. Genevieve gasped as Sam inserted a finger between her folds. This hard thrusting of his finger combined with his tongue’s tentative licking drove Genevieve over the edge again. Her next orgasm was even bigger than before; some of her juices squirted directly into Sam’s mouth. Sam lapped up every last drop; he was eager to taste Genevieve’s magnificent essence.

When Sam’s tongue was practically sore and Genevieve was exhausted from cumming over and over again, he raised his head. A brilliant smile was plastered across Genevieve’s  face. Sam understood exactly why she was smiling. It wasn’t
just
the indescribable pleasure, it was the fact that it had been too long since Sam and Genevieve had interacted on this level. Genevieve was happy to discover that Sam
was
the kind, honest, giving man that she thought he was. Her judgement hadn’t been off. Not even the aggressive agenda of a nefarious woman could keep them apart. Finally, they were together again.

Sam stood up and pulled Genevieve off her feet. He kissed her again as he fondled her hips and breasts. Genevieve pulled off her shirt and bra to reveal her massive breasts. In her pregnancy, they had already started to swell in preparation for the large amount of milk that would soon fill them. Genevieve squealed as Sam’s tongue touched her nipples. She was oversensitive to his each and every touch. Sam pleasured Genevieve’s areolas until she was squirming against him, writhing her body as a method of begging him for more.

Sam obliged. He turned Genevieve over so that her wet, engorged pussy was exposed to him. She looked so warm and inviting. Sam wondered if she would be just as tight as he remembered. Sam pulled his pants to the ground, slipped off his shirt and then began to press his member into Genevieve’s wet slit. As his cock plunged deeper and deeper into her satiny heat, Sam thought his head was going to explode with pleasure. Genevieve cried out as Sam’s lengthy cock stretched her out. She hadn’t had sex with anyone else since Sam. Every cell in her body was bursting with ecstasy.

Once his entire cock was lodged deep inside Genevieve, she started to thrust her thick ass back onto him. Oh God. This was beyond amazing. Sam and Genevieve were reaching a spiritual place; they felt at home in each other’s bodies. This connection defied reality. Genevieve started gasping and moaning as Sam thrust in and out of her with incredible vigor. He felt like moaning in pleasure as well; small grunts escaped as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper with each stroke. This was how sex was always supposed to be, Sam was convinced. He grunted and gasped as he squeezed Genevieve’s hips and pulled her back onto his cock harder and harder.

Genevieve cried out and practically lost her balance as an orgasm erupted through her body. Her thick creamy juices were now covering Sam’s cock as he rammed into her. This was pure animalistic passion; despite the roughness, there was still a fair amount of love and tenderness. Sam held onto Genevieve’s hair as he slowed down his stroke. He let his hands stroke the dark skin on her back as he slowly pushed himself into her nice and slow. The change in pace kept Genevieve guessing and within a few more moments she came again. Sam couldn’t take it anymore. Genevieve’s tightness contracting around his cock brought him to the brink. He groaned as he doubled over and emptied himself inside of her. Genevieve was panting and gasping for air as she felt Sam’s sticky cum coat the inside of her pussy. He pulled out of her and kissed her on the lips. Yes… This was definitely meant to be.

As Genevieve and Sam lay back together on the couch, genitals exposed to the cool night air, bigger problems were brewing. Greta discovered that she had been duped when she saw Sam’s assistant getting out of the car after two hours of driving.
Shit!
Greta was pissed. Beyond pissed. And she would have taken it out on the little bitch who tricked her except for the fact that the “little bitch” had gotten out of the car at a police station.
Good fucking move, Sam.
Greta thought to herself.

Greta got back into her car and sped down the freeway like she didn’t give a single damn about getting arrested.

She had business to settle. This wasn’t over until she had decided it was over.