Darker – Chapter 11

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Last time on Darker…

Holding up the plastic cup I questioned Dr. Caverly's suspicions. "Seriously, why is this necessary?"

"Because, Beca." She paused, looking up from her laptop. "If my suspicions are correct, you may already be pregnant."

Oh fuck!

And now…

Standing under the waterfall shower head, tears I shed earlier were being washed away as I let the water beat down on me. The shock of reality literally took the wind out of my sail as my irresponsible actions of last week continued to dictate what my future would be. Who the hell knew that sperm survived up to five days inside a woman and that stopping the pill could render you unprotected immediately. I sure as hell didn't...

In less than twenty-four hours I would be starting a career at Capital Records interning as an assistant to a music producer which never included preparing for motherhood right out of college. Shit! That wasn't even a thought until after getting married, and marriage wasn't even a consideration for at least a few years from now. I was career oriented and far too young to be experiencing any of this crap, but I was no longer a child and needed to tell Jesse what I had done. Standing in the shower stall I played out the scenario over and over again in my head, how I was going to tell him.

"Hey! You started without me." Jesse's lightheartedness was proof that the good doctor hadn't told him what transpired during the appointment. Facing away from him I rubbed my bloodshot swollen eyes and tried my best to conceal my emotions. "Can I scrub your back?"

"No." I responded solemnly, slicking back my wet hair, not bothering to turn around. "If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone." Without any warning the door opened and Jesse stepped inside. "What the hell!" My objection to his proximity came out a bit too abrupt as I spun around to face him who stood before me fully clothed. "You're getting soaked!"

"And you're upset..."

"Please! I don't want to talk about it." With my head held down I couldn't bring myself to face him. "I need to be alone."

"Okay...I'll give you all the space you need but not until you tell me what's going on."

I sighed in resignation. "Dr. Caverly didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" His tone became more harsh as I squeezed the excess water from my hair. "All I know is that you're upset and that I should check on you. She didn't say anything else."

He didn't know...

Shaking my head I clenched my jaw. I wasn't ready to talk about it but Jesse wasn't about to let it go. "Your girlfriend's a fucking moron!"

"Hey! What's this? I thought I was the only self deprecating one in this relationship." He joked, then paused to raise my chin to observe me. "What's wrong? Was it something I did?"

"No...it's what I did." Taking a deep breath I backed away from Jesse and aligned my backside with the cold marble surface and crossed my arms in front of my chest. Closing my eyes I took a deep breath and finally came out with it. "I shouldn't have stopped taking the pill." When there was no response I looked up and saw Jesse's shocked expression; words were no longer necessary.

With his eyes widened like saucers he tried his best to remain calm and patiently waited to hear the rest. "Okay...now you're scaring me." He exhaled deeply. "What're you trying to say?"

"I'm saying I fucked up and you're going to be pissed."

"Wow!" He exclaimed, taking deep breaths. "I never expected us to be having this conversation." Rubbing my arm, Jesse tried his best to stay composed and be supportive. "Are you okay?"

"I will be." I whispered, uncrossing my arms. "It was just a bit of a shock."

"Yeah...I know what you mean. It changes everything." He admitted quietly while the sound of water beating down on us grew louder.

"I should've known better and let my emotions get the best of me; I wasn't thinking straight." My condemnation escalated as my blood boiled. "I hate myself for letting it happen."

"Hey! Enough of that! We both fucked up, but now that it's happened, we'll manage." His words were comforting but I knew he was holding back his temper. After a brief silence Jesse asked the million dollar question. "When are we due?"

"What?"

"The baby?"

"You think I'm pregnant?"

"Well...yes. Aren't you?" He questioned. "Why else would you be so upset?"

"Dude! I'm not knocked up! I just had the scare of my life!" Raising my voice my rant continued. "I'm not even twenty-three, I have this awesome internship I'm about to start and a boyfriend who practically strokes out at the mention of having kids. This could have seriously fucked things up for both of us, and it was all my fault."

Jesse let out a sigh of relief. "We're both responsible for this so stop blaming yourself." His insistence was followed with him running his fingers through his damp hair. " I'm the one who pushed you, remember?"

"Yes. I remember everything." I responded softly, recalling the punishment that drove me away. "You must be furious with me for being so damn irresponsible."

"Yeah...well I am a little pissed." He admitted truthfully. "And part of me wants to take you over my knee but that's not going to happen."

"You should do it."

"What?" His confusion was apparent as he couldn't believe what I was suggesting. "What are you talking about? I promised no more punishments and I intend to keep it."

"But I deserve it." I paused to look him in the eyes. "You have my consent."

"NO! He barked out yanking my hair down in back. "There's no fucking way we're going to revisit that...ever!" Seeing my uncertainty Jesse pressed his lips to mine. "Stop punishing yourself! I know it's not what you want and I won't risk losing you again." With his tone softened he released my hair and locked eyes with me. "Besides...we're lovers now. You're not my sub anymore."

Closing my eyes I nodded as more tears threatened to surface. "I know that but this could have gone either way. What if the tests were positive?"

The elephant in the room couldn't have been felt more as I waited for Jesse to respond. This was reality at its finest with Jesse and I faced with the very real possibility of parenthood. We loved each other but our new relationship was only a few days old even though it felt like we had always been together. Wiping the glaze from my eyes with the pads of his thumbs a small smile formed on his beautiful face.

"Then it was meant to be." His softened tone comforted me as he stroked my cheek "Aca-babies Beca...it's inevitable."

You could have knocked me over with a feather...

"Wait! What?" I pretended to knock the water out of my ears as Jesse's actions surprised me. He'd come along way from that pompous ass I first met in his office in Texas. The forever bachelor who wanted nothing to do with kids had made a turnabout face. "You're not freaking out? Have you had a change of heart about children?"

"You might say that." He responded softly. "I never considered being in a relationship or having kids of my own until you came along, but with my fucked up past, what can I offer a son or a daughter? Seriously...what kind of parent would I be?"

"Oh, my God, Jesse. With your huge heart, you would be a wonderful father."

He shook his head with doubt. "I don't know what you see in me but that couldn't be further from the truth." Closing his eyes Jesse took a deep breath and rethought his position. "If it ever did happen, my wife would have to be strong enough to bring it out of me; a woman like you."

Looking down to my feet, I felt the corners of my lips turn upward. "You know I want marriage and kids someday, but not now." I paused to think about what we were both admitting to but not saying. Looking up to meet his gaze I placed my hands on his soaked shirt. "I'm just not ready to turn in my headphones for diapers." Pulling me into his arms he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me tenderly. "I'm really sorry I fucked up. It won't happen again."

"I know that baby." He murmured against my lips. "Did you take the shot?"

I nodded. Feeling his smile against my lips I kissed him back with so much force it caught him off guard. "We'll be covered by next weekend, but right now...I need you." And began to undress him.

Jesse expressed himself through his love making, worshipping my body and not allowing me to reciprocate. Kneeling down he hooked a leg over his shoulder and attached his mouth to my center while the water washed away my sour disposition. In a matter of minutes I'd gone from angry and scared to content and loved as he brought me intense pleasure. With my pregnancy scare still fresh on my mind I was emotionally compromised and sobbed through my release. Seeing me so emotional Jesse rose to his feet and held me close as I continued to react. I wasn't a big crier but for some reason this affected me in ways I couldn't explain.

As he consoled me a disturbing realization entered my mind. My emotional break may have been the result of something much more darker than the pregnancy scare itself. I was in fact in mourning for something I never had...Jesse's unborn baby, and that terrified me even more.

What the hell was happening to me?

A few hours later...

Checking out of the hotel we retrieved Benji's car from valet and were off to our next adventure. Even after our shower sex I was still not quite myself, and Jesse knew it as he tried his best to distract me.

"BMW, Jaguar or Mercedes?"

"What?"

"You're car preference...which is it?" He asked with a smile. "I owe you a graduation present and I'd like you to pick it out."

"Seriously?" Was all I could say as Jesse negotiated a left turn into an auto mall. "What happened to the submissive special?"

"The what?" He questioned back, trying not to laugh at my snark as he shook his head and rolled his eyes. "No." He finally answered. "It's not good enough for you."

"Dude! I appreciate the offer but I already told you I'm not into elaborate gifts. A simple sedan to replace my shit bo-"

"-C'mon Beca! Live a little...besides it's fun." He looked so eager to please that I couldn't keep the excitement from creeping on my face. "If you don't choose something then I'll just have to do it for you." His insistence was beginning to wear me down. "So, besides me Miss Mitchell, what car does it for you?"

After a brief silence I let out a breath and caved in. "Fine!" Giving him one of my trademark smirks I couldn't believe I was about to do this but finally told him what my dream car was. "F-Type convertible."

I've never seen him smile so wide as he quickly located the nearest Jaguar dealership. As we pulled into the customer parking area we vacated Benji's muscle car and was immediately approached by a young salesperson who gave a judgemental stare as he eyed us from head to toe.

We wore sunglasses and were similarly dressed in blue jeans and t-shirts, converse sneakers and his and her leather jackets. Apparently we didn't look the part of having money and this idiot was about to learn his lesson. Not wasting any time Jesse put his arm around the young man's shoulder and quietly demanded the presence of his general manager. Within minutes a tall, well dressed bald man in his fifties came out to greet us. Extending his hand to the suited man, Jesse initiated introductions.

"I'm Jesse Swanson and this lovely young lady is Rebeca Mitchell. We're here to buy a car for her."

"Excuse me sir, did you just say Swanson?"

This was one of those things I loved about my boyfriend. With a mere nod, he oozed of confidence and wealth that made Peter the manager practically trip over himself trying to please us. Then the phrase of 'money is no object' was thrown into the mix and all of a sudden the dude became our best friend. I never thought in a million years that I would be at a Jaguar dealership negotiating my next ride, but here we were doing just that.

Sitting us down in his office he brought over coffee and pastries as we looked over glossy brochures of the latest models and options.

"We're interested in the F-Type." Jesse spoke up. "How safe is the convertible?"

"Well...it's rated as one of the most aerodynamic and safest on the market." Peter continued his presentation with statistics and road test reports to support his claims. "Which options are you looking for?"

"R trim convertible of course; automatic and all wheel drive." Jesse spat out as though it was the most obvious choice. "Only the best for my girl." He beamed, making me blush.

"Excellent choice, Sir!" Peter continued to stroke his ego. "We've got one in the showroom in red so how about a test drive?"

Since it was a two-seater Jesse stayed behind and wandered about the showroom while Peter demonstrated the ease of some of the features. The convertible top opened and closed quickly at the touch of a button and the feel of the soft leather caressed my skin. It handled like a dream as I drove the vehicle out of the showroom and accelerated with no lag, taking sharp turns that would normally roll most vehicles in its class. As Peter continued to butter me up for the kill he inadvertently mentioned the price of the vehicle I was test driving that just about had me choking and colliding with stopped traffic. I couldn't believe I would be owning one of these exotic cars and tried my best to ignore the six digit price tag that went along with it. Returning to the showroom Jesse had his cell phone plastered to his ear and waited patiently for my opinion.

"Well...how was it?" He asked, burying his iPhone into his pants pocket. Coming around on the left side he opened my door and extended his hand to help me out. "Was it good for you?"

Taking his hand we stepped away from the car and sales manager to speak in private. "It was fucking amazing but so not necessary." I whispered. "It's really beautiful, but it's way too much. I can't accept it."

"Baby...nothing could ever be too much for you and it would give me such pleasure to buy it for the woman I love." He gushed, pulling me into his arms. "Besides...it's just a car and you look smoking hot behind the wheel."

"Smoking hot...huh." I repeated his words and smirked. "I don't know Jesse, it's ju-."

"-All you have to do is choose the color."

From the way Jesse was carrying on I realized I wasn't going to win this argument for there was nothing I could do to change his mind. One way or another I was going to be the proud owner of a Jag.

"Fine!" I huffed. "Silver like your Audi but with red leather seats."

I don't think I've ever seen Jesse so happy as he turned towards Peter. "You heard her, now make it happen. We want top of the line and all options." Whipping out his wallet a credit card was produced.

Doesn't that thing have a spending limit?

"Yes Sir!" Practically tripping over himself the giddy sales manager accepted the card and quickly went to locate my new ride.

"I can't believe you're doing this." I whispered for his ears only. "Do you have any idea how much that car costs?"

Pulling me into his arms Jesse pressed his lips to mine. "Yes...I do, and you're worth every penny. With my investments I gross more than a hundred thousand an hour and that doesn't include the acquisitions my company makes throughout the year; it's literally a drop in the bucket for me."

Holy shit! He really did have more money than God.

"Thank you." Was all I could say. "I love it, but not nearly as much as I love you."

"You're welcome, baby. I'm just relieved you accepted the gift better than the last time. The black eye you gave me took forever to heal."

"Dude! It wasn't the car that set me off that night. Remember?"

He laughed at the distant memory. "How could I forget. You were fucking amazing that night."

Recalling the night of graduation, it was the most embarrassing moment of my life. Before the ceremony the red Audi was given to me as a gift which I finally accepted after I was practically forced into it. After participating in the ceremony we returned to my place and celebrated my accomplishment which naturally ended up with us in bed and me accepting the terms of his indecent proposal. I was officially his submissive and had the responsibility to please Jesse so I consented to wear his remote controlled vibrating underwear to dinner. Things got out of hand as I ended up climaxing in front of my family and friends while trying to mask my actions with my obsession of cheesecake. I was so furious with Jesse that when we got back to my apartment I threw the car keys at him and things escalated from there. With our aggressive foreplay we ruined the apartment I was renting with Chloe as we toppled over and crushed moving boxes, caused holes in the walls and ended up breaking my bed. The damage to the apartment was extreme but still didn't compare to me whacking Jesse in the head with my come fuck me boots and then getting the shagging of my life afterwards. I had cuts and bruises of my own but Jesse's black eye was the most noticeable and took forever to heal. Thinking about how crazy things were between us that night had me inwardly cracking up.

"Yeah...but the make-up sex was so worth it." My seductive tone turned his eyes dark with desire.

"Any sex with you is." He purred, holding me against him. "Imagine what we can do in a convertible." And pressed his lips to mine.

"Mmm..." I moaned softly and tugged on his bottom lip. "I am."

With Peter returning to us we separated as a leather binder filled with copies of signed documents was handed to Jesse. After it was explained it would take up to a week to ship over the vehicle we left to our next destination.

Not telling me what else was up his sleeve, we drove a short distance and ended up at the harbor in Marina Del Rey, parked the car and took a stroll along a floating platform where vessels of all shapes and sizes were neatly berthed.

As we approached the end of a long line of sail boats to superyachts, a sleek looking white luxury liner with 'Lady Grayson' on the side came into view, then it occurred to me that it belonged to Jesse and we were taking her out. Knowing that the watercraft was named after Janet, she wasn't only his adoptive parent, she was the woman who rescued him and opened her heart to a battered and traumatized young child; she would always be his guardian angel and be honored in this manner. Knowing what I knew about Janet made me respect her more and heart swell for her son.

"This is yours?"

Of course the largest and most beautiful privately owned superyacht would belong to one of the wealthiest men in America. Nodding with a smile he reached for my hand and escorted me to his other hobby. "Yes and I'd like to take you out, but first I want to introduce you to someone special."

Entering the Cafe Del Rey we were immediately greeted by an elderly black man with salt and pepper dreadlocks, tattoos up and down his arms and an earring in his left ear. The man turned out to be the owner of the restaurant and was drying off glasses behind the bar when we came into his view. Almost immediately he stopped what he was doing and came around to greet us.

"It's about damn time you got here. You know I'm not getting any younger." He joked. "And who is this beautiful young lady?"

Bringing me over to meet the smiling man with a deep abrasive voice, Jesse extended his arm and firmly shook his hand. "Beca, I'd like you to meet a very dear old friend of the family. This is Amos." He paused. "Amos, this is my girlfriend, Beca."

"Old?" He protested. "Who are you calling old young man? Just because I've known your parents most of their lives..."

Amos looked like a bum but I knew he was anything but. As they shook hands the dude pulled Jesse into a giant bear hug and patted him affectionately on his back. Seeing Jesse with his guard down warmed my heart and I didn't realize I was grinning from ear to ear. As he released Jesse I was unexpectedly pulled into his embrace.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, as my petite frame was being crushed but I didn't mind one bit as the Swanson's family friend didn't hold back his affection.

"The family's told me so much about you little lady that I couldn't wait to finally meet you." He whispered for my ears only. "And now that I have, they were right."

From the moment I met Amos I instantly liked him. He was full of warmth and had wisdom that was supported by his advanced age. But he also had the comedic timing of Chris Rock that had us both in stitches. Taking seats at the bar we were presented with frosted mugs of ice cold draft beer and enjoyed stories of Jesse's childhood which had me laughing so hard, the pregnancy scare of earlier was nearly forgotten. Disappearing into the kitchen he brought us a couple of Caesar salads and a truffle pizza to share that was considered to be one of their most popular dishes. Digging into our meal we were left alone to enjoy the cuisine before us.

"Oh, my God!" I mumbled with a mouth full of goodness. "This is delicious!"

Smiling at me, Jesse dabbed his mouth with his cloth napkin then reached forward to dab mine. "He likes you."

"The feeling's mutual. He's amazing." My comment was followed by another bite of our decadent meal. "Tell me how you all met."

Putting his slice down, Jesse wiped his hands clean. "Well...my parents used to bring us to the Marina when my brother and I were much younger. I wasn't very talkative which Amos picked up on so he kind of took me under his wing."

Remembering what Jesse's dad had told me the night before, this must have happened during the time he wasn't speaking. "Um...your dad told me you didn't talk for almost two years. Is that when you met him?"

"He told you that?"

"Yeah...last night during our dance. He also said that it was Janet who first saw you in the E.R.." With Jesse's pained expression I could tell this was bringing up bad memories. Seeing his discomfort I placed my hand over his. "Please don't be upset with him."

"I'm not upset...just surprised to hear my father opening up like that. What else did you learn?"

"That you were a bully in high school."

"Fuck! He told you that?"

"No actually...that came from Zoe."

"Of course it did." He smirked. "It seems my entire family is under your spell."

"No...they just love you. We all do, even that child molester and psychotic bitch love you. We all want to see you happy."

"You make me happy, Beca." He gushed. "You have no idea how important you are to me."

"I think I do because I feel the same about you." I spoke softly. "I never thought I could love someone so much. Regardless of what's happened I've never felt more alive." I was an open book with nothing to hide. The love I felt for Jesse was real and there were no words to describe how deep my affection for him was. Bringing my hand to his lips Jesse reciprocated his love with this simple gesture as I fished for more information. "Tell me about Jesse the brawler."

For the next couple of hours we enjoyed our meal and opened up more about our pasts. I asked Jesse about his piano playing and how it helped him cope with the trauma he endured to the introduction of Zoe into their home and how it helped snap him out of his silence. He admitted to being a thug in high school and preyed on the weak to get any attention, even if it included detention after school was out. While Jesse went on all I could think about was his favorite movie; The Breakfast Club. It wasn't only a great film with a catchy soundtrack, it was something he could relate to as five very different individuals were forced to give up a Saturday, found common ground and oddly became friends. These young people represented different aspects of Jesse's personality as he struggled out of the darkness he was trapped in. He also spoke of his introduction to Gail and how their sexual relationship started to his time at Barden, how he and Benji met as roommates and later joined the acapella singing sensation of the university at the time; The Treblemakers.

In turn Jesse asked about my parents and upbringing to my time in college and competing with the Bellas. My avoidance to the topic of divorce was picked up on immediately as I was asked to elaborate on the reasons behind my parent's doomed marriage. I felt safe opening up to him and admitted to blaming my father for his infidelity and how we didn't have a relationship until I transferred to Barden. He asked about my tattoos which all had a story of their own, and how my rebellion to a broken family steered me in the direction of ink and how I used art and music to express myself rather than become reckless in all other aspects of my being. When asked about the Bellas, he said I lit up like the sun as I described the girls affectionately and admitted to loving the friendships made and thrill of collegiate competition. In less than a week my girls and I would be reunited in Denmark to compete for world dominance, and I couldn't wait.

It was probably the best talk we'd ever had as we learned more about each other and understood what made each other tick. It was becoming late afternoon when we realized we'd lost track of time and decided to leave the restaurant to take Lady Grayson out before it was too late. We said our goodbyes to Amos and walked over to the luxury liner that was already prepared to be taken out.

With his hand extended Jesse helped me walk the plank and board the beautiful sixty footer with six cabins and swimming pool on the main deck. The vessel was large enough to accommodate 14 passengers, including crew members and was the ultimate in luxury.

"Okay Mr. Swanson, I'm officially impressed." He smiled at my compliment as he took my hand to show me the rest.

After a quick tour of all decks we settled outside and was introduced to the crew. As we took her out of the marina the cool breeze created from the wind felt amazing on my face. Getting further from the harbor Jesse took my hand in his to show me the main cabin with an agenda of his own. It was ridiculously large with his and her bathrooms and a deep soaking tub large enough for two. In the center of the cabin was a rounded king size bed with plush bedding and fluffy pillows. Knowing what he had in mind I couldn't deny the fact that I was longing for his touch.

"This is where I sleep when I'm here."

"Just sleep?" My question was accompanied with a raised eyebrow. "How many chicks have you impressed in this babe magnet?"

He chuckled at my comment. "Only you baby." Closing the distance between us Jesse pulled me into his arms. "With the exception of family you're the only one I've ever brought on board."

Fixated on his lips I licked mine and could feel my desire for him growing. No matter how often we were intimate my body craved him and being in this confined space on the open seas was no exception. "Then impress me."

And he did...

As the boat swayed we made slow passionate love and brought each other to a state of nirvana with very little effort. With his long gazes and gentle touches he made me feel special; I never wanted to leave this place or his arms. Being out in the middle of the ocean was the most romantic setting I could ever have imagined for two people to celebrate their love for each other and made me if possible, fall deeper in love with him. In our post coital bliss we laid in each other's arms, satiated and enjoyed the comfortable silence.

"Will I ever get enough of you?" Jesse asked quietly placing his lips on my head. "The more we make love, the more I want you."

No matter how many times Jesse expressed himself, it still made me feel tingly inside. Was it possible for him to feel the same for me as I felt for him? "Me too, babe." Raising my head off his chest I pressed my lips to his.

"One of the things on my bucket list is to sail around the world." He paused. "Imagine how peaceful it would be and all the exotic locations along the way. It's always been a dream of mine."

"It sounds wonderful but lonely."

"Not anymore." His comment took me by surprise. "Someday I'd like you to join me. I want to show you the world and shower you with gifts."

"Just being with you like this is all I could ever want." I gushed then realized I wanted to please him in every way possible. "I belong to you, Jesse. You not only have my heart, my body is yours to do as you please."

"Anything?" He asked, testing the waters. His tone full of hope. "What about the limits we previously discussed?"

"I don't need a contract defining what I'll do or not do because I trust you implicitly." With my hand over his heart I bit my lip out of habit. "I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that I no longer have limits when it comes to us."

"Be careful." He warned. "You don't know what you're saying."

"Yes Jesse, I do. I know what the Red Room of Pain means to you." Taking a deep breath I continued. "I'm ready to go back there if you are."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I love you and it's what you need."

"Your love is all I need."

"And you have it, but is it enough?" Propping himself up on his side Jesse faced me as I continued on. "Is a vanilla relationship really enough for a former dominant? Am I enough for you?"

Studying me intently, Jesse stroked my cheek. "There was a time I needed that lifestyle, but not anymore. Since you came into my life you've changed that. You made me realize I was capable of love and wanted so much more." He paused. "This has been the best weekend of my life."

"Me too."

"The playroom isn't going anywhere. I appreciate the offer but I'm not ready to take you back in there." He paused with a pained expression. "I don't ever want to see you in pain and run away from me again."

"I already told you, there isn't anything you could do or say that will drive me away. I'm here for the long haul; I'm not going anywhere."

"We'll see about that." He challenged, his tone soft.

Letting out a sigh of frustration I had to find out what Jesse was holding back. "What're you not telling me?" I urged, wanting to know more as I covered myself with a sheet.

"In time, baby. I have to be sure you can handle it. I'm just not ready to divulge my darkest secrets to you...not yet."

"So, there is more..."

Closing his eyes, he nodded slowly. "And once you know the entire truth, you'll want nothing to do with me."

Holy shit!

A/N: What could Jesse's secret(s) be? Will it be too much for Beca? Those of you who have read book 2 will know what this is. Please R&R and let me know what you think.