I wriggled in those hard arms, thrashing this way, and that, desperate to avoid the truth.
“You’re going to ruin my panties,” I cried, but he only ripped them off with a loud tear.
I bucked harder against him, but only smashed up against the thick rod of his cock.
God, the pressure on my belly was really making me have to pee even harder. . .
“Let it out,” Gabriel hissed in my ear. “Show me and let me see how well I’ve filled you.”
I squeezed my thighs together desperately as I felt a few drops leak out, but Gabriel knocked a knee into the back of my legs, forcing them to spread open.
His hands kneaded my lower belly harder, in a circular motion, pressing against my full bladder and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer.
“Gabriel, please!” I whined, but he only bit down on my ear.
“Now.”
The shameful stream flowed out of me, soaking the test and Gabriel grunted in satisfaction.
“What a beautiful piss you have.”
I jerked away from him, hastily pulling down my skirt.
“Positive,” Gabriel said, “fucking hell, baby girl. We’re going to be parents.”
There was a confusing flicker of emotions in my belly and Gabriel pulled me toward him by my chin, kissing me with hard, urgent lips.
“Buy whatever you want,” he said, slipping a shiny credit card into my hand. “Get twenty fucking strollers. Get the high-end shit.”
He thankfully left me alone for the briefest of moments to open the door and announce I was pregnant to the entire gym, and I didn’t waste any time.
My hands shaking, I hastily ordered an Uber for Ashgrove Manor, adding instructions that the driver message when he was at the entrance, just to make sure Gabriel didn’t see the car.
I was not going to stay here to be repeatedly impregnated by this psychopath.
As I shoved the phone in the waistband of my skirt I checked the time.
The Uber was 20 minutes away.
When I came out of the bathroom, all Gabriel’s friends and the athletic trainers were congratulating him.
“First of many,” he said.
“I’m feeling a little nauseated with the stank in here,” I choked out. “I need some fresh air.”
Gabriel narrowed his eyes, but he nodded slowly.
“Stay where I can see you.”
The first step done, I thought as I stepped onto the rocky cobblestones outside. But that was the easy part.
The next step was tricky. If for some reason, the Uber driverdidn’tstop at the entrance, Gabriel would be able to get out of these French doors easily and grab me.
9 minutes away.
I needed a way to somehow block or barricade the door.
But what?
