“Come on now, be a good girl”, the man said as she pulled her closer to him gently,

she tried to resist but he was stronger. So when he sensed the resistance, he forcefully pulled her close to his chest. He was muscular with broad shoulders, she couldn't see his face cause the lights were dim, but she noticed a large scar right behind his shoulder as she ran her hand through.

”P....please”

she said with a shaky but soft voice almost sounding like a whisper, she wanted it because she was already soaking wet, but she was scared.

“Please what?”,

he asked with a mischievous smile on his face, running his hands through her back as he pulled her closer. He loved everything about this girl in his arms, she was petite and had a very tiny waist, her body was so soft and smooth. He can't just let her go. He placed his hands on her soft butt and grabbed it fiercely,

“Hmnnnmnnn” he moaned softly,

“I don't…” she muttered again,

“shhhhh, just be a good girl",

"you'll enjoy every inch of this , trust me” he said as he gradually started moving her towards the bed right behind her.

She didn't know that they were already close to the bed so she fell on it immediately it pushed against her legs.

“Yes, now that's what being a good girl means” He said with a soft voice almost sounding as a whisper.

He was hungry for her. He wanted to feel her insides. She was aroused, her pulse quickened, her heart rate fastened. This is not her first time, but this definitely felt different for her.

Weeks later

Theresa walked out of the doctor’s office with the document in her hand. Tears were already building up in her eyes as they met with those of her friend, Brienne who had been waiting for her in the hospital’s waiting room. Her mum is currently sick and isn't getting enough treatment, and now this??. A dozen thoughts in her head as she sat on the empty seat next to her friend, trying to process what the doctor had just told her. Meanwhile Brienne kept looking continuously into her eyes with a mixture of curiosity and excitement hoping that Theresa would tell her what the doctor said without her asking, but no, she didn't.

“So??” She blurted out.

“So what?” Theresa asked while she fought back tears that were already welling up in her eyes and acting ignorant of the fact that Brienne wanted to know what the doctor had told her.

“What did the doctor say?” Brienne asked again.

This time, she couldn't act, her emotions overpowered her and the tears came rolling down her face.

“ Brienne, I'm three weeks pregnant” she said with a shaky voice.

Brienne held her close, enveloping her in a warm hug and patted her back as she comforted her.

“It's going to be alright my dear, you'll be fine” . She kept patting her back gently while she fought back her own tears. She hated to see Theresa cry.

A few moments later, they were both calm and ready to leave.

“Are you good now?” Brienne asked, with both of her hands placed on Theresa's hands as she gently pulled her up.

“Oh yes, I'm much better” she replied with a smile, as she follows Brienne’s lead.

“ Now I know why You cry everytime you have a headache” She added smiling.

“Oh now you're teasing me?” Brienne asked amidst laughter as she adjusts her bra strap which keeps falling down her left shoulder.

“But on a more serious note, crying relieves stress and you'll feel better instantly”, she continued as she held Theresa's hand and they walked towards the exit of the hospital.

“Oh, now I think, I'll…” Theresa wanted to keep teasing her but she suddenly stopped midway.

Her heart skipped a beat. She felt a presence. It was a familiar presence, she turned immediately, but she couldn't see any familiar face, the hospital was crowded. People in suits and scrubs kept moving to and fro, escorting patients who needed a break from their beds. Another group of men in suits who just walked into the hospital and past them kept walking towards the waiting room of the hospital, they looked like an envoy. The hospital was one of the best in their country and influential people from far and near places go there to get treated. When Theresa started noticing her symptoms, she didn't want to go to this hospital because she thought it would be too expensive, but Brienne insisted.

“Theresa, Theresa” Brienne tapped her back into reality and looked at her curiously. “What is the problem?” She asked, concerned.

“I'm sorry, I thought I saw someone I knew,” she replied.

“Oh, okay, where's the person?” , she asked again looking around, “and how do you know someone that I don't know?” She asked with an obvious question mark on her face.

Theresa and Brienne have been friends since they were eleven years old, when Brienne's parents relocated to Theresa's neighborhood. They attended the same school, the same summer camp, had the same friends and did practically everything together. Thirteen years later, they're still holding each other's hands.

“I think it was the perfume, it smells very familiar and I can't just ignore it” Theresa replied.

Brienne was an expert with scents, she sells perfumes at a perfume company and has the nose of a dog.

She sniffed the air and said “ If I'm right, the only dominating scent right now is the Louis Vuitton limited edition perfume that has only three pieces in the world” she replied while rolling her eyes.

“Seriously?” She asked as she rested her gaze on Theresa.

“I'm sure of it, I can't be mistaken” she confirmed.

“Do you even know how much that perfume is worth??” She asked as she tapped the side of her right hand on the palm of her left hand.

Brienne has been known to be a very dramatic person and she uses her hands a lot while talking to people. So far, Theresa has been able to predict the kind of conversation she's having with someone, even from afar. If she uses her hands aggressively, then it's an argument. If her hands are moving fast but calmly, she's trying to prove a point.

“Many million dollars,” she continued. “I doubt if you actually know the owner of this scent, you're just making things up”. She said as she placed her arm on Theresa's shoulder which was shortly returned to its original position when one of the group of men in suits they saw earlier bumped into them.

Brienne's bag which was hanging carelessly on her fingers fell to the ground and the contents were on the floor. She wanted to lash out but by the time she raised her head to see who the culprit was, she couldn't. She blushed at the sight she saw, a fine man. He had brown curly hair with an excellent haircut which complimented his face. He had a straight nose and the perfect jawline. He bent down with courtesy to pick up her things, held her hand and placed them there. He smiled at her and said “sorry” in a way it almost sounded like a whisper followed by a wink. Some of the men waited for him, some followed the other person, the owner of the many million dollar scent.

Brienne was dumbfounded,she was shocked, she couldn't move an inch and wouldn't stop blushing. Her ears were as red as roses in full bloom. She had never seen a man as fine as the one standing before her. Theresa watched the drama and its effect on her friend, she wouldn't stop smiling, forgetting the fact that she's burdened with her own problem. Then the thought struck her, “who's the father of this baby?”.

She had a boyfriend but he left for work a month ago and since then he hasn't gotten in touch with her. “Could this pregnancy perhaps be a result of the one night stand she had at the club?”. She thought as her heart raced. She didn't even see the man's face!!!.

After the whole drama, they finally started moving again, Brienne won't stop talking about how she thinks she's in love while many thoughts ran to and fro in Theresa's head. They were close to the road when the envoy cars passed by again, they had many cars trailing behind each other. Inside one of the cars her eyes met with another’s for a very brief moment. Another handsome man, he had black shiny hair, full chest, broad shoulders, beautiful jawline and a straight nose, but cold.