Chapter 11: Saying Yes Again

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Holy shit, what a ruthless bastard. I froze for a second. What kind of man drugs his own mother-in-law? And Sergio Willis hadn't even left the house after dinner, which meant he already had sedatives and sleeping pills stashed. He was terrifying. I decided I'd better keep my distance from now on. Worry gnawed at me as I asked, "What do we tell Leslie? She's going to say her mom is here, so we can't… Should I tell her her mom took a sleeping pill?" "Of course not," Sergio snapped, a deep frown cutting across his face. "Just say her mom went out shopping." "Huh? Will she buy that?" I asked. "Relax. It'll be fine," he said, his tone turning cold. "In a minute I'll drag her mom into the bathroom and hide her. You two just go at it." Hearing him say "love" sent a chill down my spine. But I had no say in his family's business. I was here for money, nothing else. Since he'd laid things out like that, I could only play along. Heavy-hearted, I made my way to Leslie's room. Passing by Beatrice's door, I peeked through the crack. She was already slumped over the table, sound asleep. Sergio came back just then. He flashed me an OK sign, then slipped into Beatrice's room. I let out a long breath and pushed open Leslie's door, my stomach knotted with nerves. "Wayne Walken?" Leslie's brows furrowed. "Who told you to come in?" "Sergio sent me," I said. "Get out. My mom is next door. If she finds out about this, how am I supposed to face her?" I blurted, "Your mom just went out. She said she was going to the mall to buy a few things. Sergio took her. He told me to tell you we should hurry, because if your mom starts staying here, we won't have many chances to try for a baby." "Really?" Her brows knit tighter. "If she was going shopping, why didn't she tell me? And why would she go with Sergio?" "Uh-" I stalled, scrambling for a cover story. "You're lying," Leslie said, her anger flaring. "I'm not," I insisted. "She wanted to call you, but Sergio told her you've been exhausted, trying to conceive. He asked her to let you rest, so… so he took her out." In my panic, I found my story and stuck to it. "If you don't believe me, check next door." Leslie shot me a doubtful look, walked to the door, and called softly, "Mom?" Silence. "Huh?" she murmured, confused. "Did she really go out?" "Yeah," I said quickly. She glanced at me, then went to the next room. My heart skipped a beat. I worried Sergio might have left something behind that would give him away. I also worried she might head straight for the bathroom. I was overthinking it. Leslie pushed the door open and peeked inside. Finding no one there, she finally exhaled and muttered, "That damned Sergio. Does he want me with another man that badly?" She sounded genuinely upset. I didn't know if Sergio, hiding in the bathroom, heard that. But I got it. Leslie had given in again. She looked me up and down. "Go take a shower." "A shower? Now?" I hesitated. We were racing against the clock, and I had no idea how long that sleeping pill would last. "If you don't shower, we won't do it. I'm a neat freak," Leslie said. I had no choice. I went back to the guest room to wash up, and Leslie returned to her own bathroom. I had barely stripped when Sergio barged in. "Why are you still dragging your feet?" "Leslie's a neat freak," I said. "If I don't shower, she won't go for it." "Damn," he muttered. "Move it. Make it quick-finish inside her and knock her up." He didn't even talk about Leslie as a wife or girlfriend anymore-just as a baby-making machine, and not even with his own kid. I swallowed hard. "Okay." He left right away. He was worried Beatrice might wake up, so he had to keep an eye on her. I rinsed off quickly, nerves jangling. When I stepped into Leslie's room, she was just finishing up too. She knew time was short despite her quirks. She looked me over, her face a little cool, a little shy. "This time you can't kiss me all over like you did this morning," she said. I almost laughed. This morning, she'd said the same thing, but once she got into it, she clung to me and kissed me back. Now, in the afternoon, she was putting on the same act. "Oh," I said, distracted, already calculating how to finish quickly. "I got some lube-you can speed it up," Leslie said. I nearly swore. Sergio had sedatives and sleeping pills; Leslie had lube. What kind of couple was this? Then again, Leslie often used toys, so having lube made sense. I swallowed. "That stuff won't mess with getting pregnant, right? I mean, health-wise." "I don't know," she said, caught off guard. "Then you choose," I said, frowning. "Forget it-kissing is fine. You're so big; I can't handle it," she decided after a few seconds of hesitation. Looking at this sexy, cute girl, my body reacted before we'd even started. Gulp. "Should we start?" I asked. She hummed softly, sat on the bed, and gave me a look that pulled me closer. "Leslie," I breathed, slipping in beside her. I held her, kissing her gently. To save time, she moved with me, trying to hurry things along. Soon, her eyes turned hazy and she melted into it. I reached out and knew she was more than ready. "Come on," she whispered. I let out a heavy breath, moved between her legs, and slid into her. Leslie winced, her brows knitting together, then clutched me tight and urged me on.

Chapter 11: Saying Yes Again

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