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Chapter Two

"Jason, what's going on?"

"I had to see you. Sonny said something and it got me thinking."

"What could he possibly have to say? Stay away from Elizabeth, she's evil, she's a spy, she's out for your money or you penis?"

"Umm…no, he was talking about last chances and lost loves and missing someone, honestly, I think he was drunk."

"So, what, you rushed over here to share another one of Sonny's pearls of wisdom?'

"Not exactly, are you busy?"

"I'm standing here in a towel, what do you think?"

"Do you want to be?" Jason asked with a leer.

Not sure what he was thinking, Elizabeth simply stared.

Watching his gaze literally heat up the longer he perused her towel clad body, Elizabeth began to fidget.

She had heard how a single look could set your body on fire, but until that moment, she had never experienced it.

"Jason" was all she was able to get out before his lips were on hers and his body had her pressed against the wall beside the door.

Her hands briefly tried to push him away, but in the next instant, she was grasping him closer.

When her towel hit the floor, Elizabeth was lost to the sensations his talented hands and finger were wringing from her body.

Every erogenous zone she had ever read or heard about was being played like a virtuoso, his years as a man-whore obviously served him well. 'Don't think about that while he's doing what he's doing…'

When he finally stopped pleasantly torturing her body, he quickly stripped his clothes before settling over her.

'Hmm, Enduro condoms, he supports the family brand.' She thought to herself, before he stole that ability from her.

Everywhere he took her; it was a mass of tangled limbs and sweaty bodies. The only sounds were his grunting moans and her breathy purrs of satisfaction.

By the door, against the wall, on the floor in front of a finally closed door, he took her to epic heights on the kitchen counter and on the table, but his best performances in her opinion were in the shower, three times and the bed twice, although, his athleticism against the fireplace ranked pretty high too.

Why he had a full box of condoms on him, she wasn't sure, but they used all but one and it was only sacrificed, because in her haste, she had pulled the plastic foil wrapped package from between his lips and in her haste, flung it away, when he was distracted and latched on to a pert, pink nipple.

When thought was possible, she had to commend his ability to orgasm eleven times in nine hours. Of course, she wasn't as limited. When she tried to count the numerous times he had made her putty in his hands, she found her body heating up again, which she thought should be impossible after being so sexually sated.

'At least twenty,' she said to herself, 'maybe more.'

Her lips were slightly swollen and a little bruised from all the excitement. Her legs felt as if she had run a 50k marathon, the rest of her, was simply pliable, if she had a bone left in her body, she'd be surprised.

For the first time in years, she fell asleep without a care or a worry. She figured she'd come to her senses at some point, but trying to regret a night where so much had been shared, was impossible. Or so she thought…

When she awoke later that morning, she was alone. No note, nothing, nothing to say if he'd be back or not. She waited, in between work and the few friends she hung out with, she waited.

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"Kelly, what do you mean pregnant? I've been with two men in my entire life, not counting 'that' and the last time I was with anyone…condoms were used." Elizabeth explained to her friend and then added in almost a whisper, "Eleven to be exact."

"Excuse me, what was that?" Kelly questioned.

With a little more strength behind her voice, Elizabeth reiterated. "Eleven, we used…eleven."

"Okay, you used eleven; does that mean you forgot once?"

"No…it was simply misplaced, I found it last month, under the rug that sits in front of my door."

"So, you used eleven condoms in what, a week, a month?"

"Umm…" Elizabeth said but had to stop, her entire body had suddenly gone as red as a stop sign. "One…"

"One week, one month, which is it?" Kelly questioned again.

"One night!" Elizabeth exclaimed blushing deeper if that was possible.

"Wow! I'm…when you say one night, how many hours are we talking about?"

"My God, does it matter?"

"Not in the way that it would change the outcome of whether or not you're pregnant but babies and sex are my job, consider this merely for enquiring minds, in a professional way of course."

"Of course…if you must know, it was nine hours."

"For purely scientific reasons, how many times did he ejaculate and how many times did you orgasm?"

"Kelly, just because you call it scientific, doesn't make it so; I know you and your perviness. Eleven for him and I think around twenty for me, but I could be on the low side. That man is talented in the bedroom." Elizabeth accidentally over shared.

"Will you be sharing who the baby daddy is, or are you going to leave me dying of curiosity?"

"The latter, Kelly, you don't understand, I didn't plan this, we, he…oh hell."

"Well, you know condoms aren't 100% guaranteed. One could have broken or had a small hole in it, making it defective…honestly; I'd be shocked if you weren't pregnant after going at it like rabbits."

"I am so screwed. Lucky has been following me around like a lost little puppy lately. I can't figure out why, considering we ended years ago, not too long after he came back from the dead. I've dated one man in the last five years and then he too disappeared. Fuck."

"I don't know what to tell you. As your doctor, make sure you make another appointment so we can do what we need to, plus make sure you get the needed vitamins and whatnot. As your friend, I'd say you've had a rough patch. Your grams dying, Emily publically tarring and feathering you for not making Lucky's life better, your friendship/relationship with Jason imploding and Carly, Courtney and Sam all shrieking to the heavens about your fall from grace and how you faked it, so the men would try to save you, but you need to put it all behind you."

"Sure, because falling in love and having that person vanish – might I add, that it wasn't the first time – causes a person to have issues. Not to mention, being stupid enough to go out every night, searching for said missing man and for thanks, I'm pulled into a dilapidated warehouse, beat within an inch of my life and raped and before I am found, the rats dine on my unconscious body…and somehow, it's my fault to 85% of the town and another 12% agree with that but also say it was all a ploy to get attention."

"You know the truth, I know the truth and so does that other 3%. Screw the ones who can't see the truth or won't acknowledge it."

"Easier said than done, Kelly, but damnit, I am not mother material, I'm screwed up enough and have screwed up enough."

"You are not a screw up; bad things have happened to you, horrible things in fact but look at it this way. You are here, standing on your own two feet, you didn't let anything win against you. You've fought hard for your sanity; don't give in now, when you have the best reason to fight."

Elizabeth had cried, cried in the hospital, on the elevator ride down to the parking garage, in the car and pretty much everywhere in her one bedroom apartment.

It took a few days, but she fought hard to get out of her mental vortex of fear and inadequacies, of course the biggest push was watching Jason get arrested for Ric Lansing's supposed murder.

XxXxX

Rubbing her forehead with bound hands, Elizabeth was forcefully pulled into the here and now. Riot type cuffs bound her hands and feet, effectively preventing her much movement.

Of course she'd dream, dreams that were better off locked away, especially now. She felt a brief moment of sadness and regret well up, but squashed it before it could get a foothold. She had tried numerous times over the last couple of months to tell him, but at every attempt, Sonny, Carly, Sam or Courtney, stopped her.

She wondered at the time, whether they knew her secret, but scoffed at the idea, no one but Kelly knew. She was almost positive.

Looking around the dingy room, she saw a small table, a toilet and a sink and mirror. Besides the bed, there was nothing else to sit on. She supposed if she was here long enough, she'd just pull the table to the bed, if she was allowed to eat.

Not feeling steady enough to stand, but her bladder demanded she needed to, she took small, shuffling steps towards the toilet. What could have been done in three strides, took at least five minutes.

The head injury she had sustained, was still messing with her vision and whether it was from lack of food and water or the injury or a combination, she was very dizzy.

Once finished, she shuffled her way to the sink, washed her hands and then after fortifying her resolve, looked in the mirror. Her shirt and pants were crusted with dried blood. An inch, maybe an inch and a half gash on the right side of her forehead, almost in the hairline, was already purple and black, it looked to still be oozing somewhat, but obviously had pretty much stopped.

Blood loss could also be a reason behind her blurred vision and dizziness too, she thought briefly.

Knowing she should stay awake in case of a concussion, but unable to keep her eyes open, once she reached the bed. She curled into a fetal position, awkwardly holding her cuffed hands over her baby.

There wasn't anyone to pray to or wish for, so she simply closed her eyes and let sleep claim her.

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