A Doll for the Boss

The doctor's words echoed in my head, I couldn't believe it, I had behaved like a complete irresponsible, now I would face the consequences, a child would ruin all my future plans, but above all, it exposed me as an easy woman, living a promiscuous life, sleeping with the highest bidder.

"Mrs. Ferner, are you feeling alright?"

The doctor's voice interrupted my thoughts, so I looked at him intently. He wasn't bad-looking, to tell the truth, he was quite handsome. "Pregnant? Are you sure?"

"The test was done once, we don't doubt the samples taken, they rarely fail, but we could do an ultrasound right now, I am a gynecologist." "No, I..."

I couldn't finish the sentence because my flamboyant husband entered with his air of grandeur and dominance.

"Pleasure to meet you, Zerkan Ferner. What's wrong with my wife?" he asked with feigned concern, or at least that's what it seemed to me.

"I was just telling Mrs. Ferner that we could..."

I interrupted, trying to appear calm. I didn't want Zerkan to know about my condition, I needed to clear my mind and figure out what would happen next. I wasn't sure if he was the father, I hadn't been careful with that man.

"The doctor was telling me that if I wanted, I could stay for a few more days, but it's just a cold, some virus I caught on our honeymoon," I was quite nervous. I looked at the doctor with pleading eyes, begging him not to reveal anything. "That's right, Mr. Ferner, I don't think your wife needs to stay any longer, but I would ask her to come to my office next week. We need to repeat the tests to see if the virus is still in her system."

I sighed with relief. "Zerkan, I want to leave."NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

"Perfect, but just so you know, we are leaving because the doctor recommends it, not because you said so."

"I couldn't care less about your opinion, Ferner. I am your wife, not your puppet. If I wanted to, I could stay here for a year, I could even marry the doctor." The doctor smiled, which provoked a strange reaction from my husband.

"I'll wait for you in the car. I believe you can manage on your own." He walked away, releasing the breath I didn't know I had been holding. I had just found out that I was going to become a mother, I didn't even know if I would keep the baby. I was too nervous. I tried to get up from the bed, but I did it so quickly that dizziness took over and I lost my balance. Luckily, the doctor was still in the room.

"Actually, I think you should stay," the doctor commented while holding onto my arm.

"No, I would like to go home. And thank you for not saying anything, I want to find the right moment to tell him."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Ferner. I respect doctor-patient confidentiality, but I'll give you my card. I'll see you in my office next week. Good luck."

After saying goodbye, I quickly changed clothes. I didn't want to keep Zerkan waiting. I wanted to go home and take a long bath. My head was about to explode.

We arrived home and neither of us said anything. After a long bath, I decided to continue ignoring my husband. In the end, we weren't a real couple.

The days continued to pass quickly. Zerkan forced me to accompany him for breakfast, but I didn't eat a thing. My appetite had abandoned me and it was driving him crazy. In the few days we shared space, I noticed that he wasn't as tough as he pretended to be. He cared if I ate and if everything was in order.

Today, like every other morning, he was in the bathroom. It was five in the morning, for me, this was even earlier, but I had gotten used to accompanying him for breakfast.

I got out of bed, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom, but I was immensely surprised when he did. He was completely naked, water running down his body. I looked at him from head to toe, wondering what he was trying to do. "Zerkan..."

I could barely complete his name when he approached me like a hungry wolf, grabbing me by the neck and smashing his mouth onto mine. At first, I didn't respond to the kiss due to the shock, but my body heated up almost immediately, so I let him devour my mouth.

"I can't hold back anymore. Your scent is everywhere, seeing you sleep drives me crazy. I know something is bothering you, you barely eat anything, you're losing weight, and your eyes are sad. I know I'm despicable for having these desires to possess you, to make you mine, but you're like a drug to me. I want more and more of you."

"Zerkan..."

"Don't say anything, let me drown in you, taste you. I'm going crazy."

I didn't say anything more, I brought my body closer, inviting him to possess it. He grabbed my hips while my legs wrapped around his waist. My body pressed against the wall as he bit my neck, kissed my lips, massaged my entire body. A moan escaped my lips, I was lost.

"God! You're so sensual and all mine."

"Zerkan..."

"My name in your mouth drives me crazy. Repeat it, better yet, shout it. When I'm inside you, I want you to scream my name once and a thousand times, to know who your owner is."

I felt him enter me with desire and fervor. I arched with pleasure. I wasn't sure if it was because of the pregnancy or if I simply enjoyed sex with him, but I wanted to please him, to not stop until I felt satisfied.

I couldn't describe everything he did to me, it was enough to say that he kissed me until we were both breathless. When he was inside me, he was relentless, delightful, loving yet possessing me like a demon looking for souls to devour. We went downstairs for breakfast like two loving spouses. His hand was intertwined with mine until a call changed everything.

"I want things to stay as they are. I enjoy sharing my bed with you, we both know what we are and have, there's no need to complicate things, it's just sex."

"Excuse me? I'm not your temporary harlot," I replied, annoyed. I should've never fallen into his game, everything was wrong from the beginning. "You're my wife, which is worse."

"Go to hell. Unfortunately, I'm married to you, but soon I'll be able to file for divorce."

He laughed heartily. "Sure, in about ten years, and after having an heir," he looked at me intently, "Didn't you read the agreement?"

"No, my father deceived me," I replied, embarrassed.

"Well, you should have read it."

I was about to respond when his phone rang. He answered the call, and I swear his face turned various colors. First, he was pale, then blue, and finally red. I was a hundred percent sure that I was the cause of his anger, something in that call was getting me into trouble.