The Boss Crush - Penny Wylder Page 0,49
I stare at the doodles and inked designs.
I recognize it instantly. It's my handwriting, my designs.
Lyle nods, leaning back in his chair. “It is.”
It's the page from my sketch book, the one I had drawn our names together on in hearts and scribbles of little love notes. I even wrote my name as if I was married to him. Dalia Vox. Mrs. Dalia Vox. Mr. and Mrs. Lyle Vox.
“I can't believe you have this.”
“Yeah, I've kept it for years. I was going to give it back to you at prom, but then the fire alarm happened, and well, I just kept it for myself. I never could get myself to throw it away.”
Tears spring to life, and I'm sobbing uncontrollably. My fingers pinch both sides of the paper, and I try to keep my focus on those little heartfelt drawings.
“Dalia, what's wrong?” Lyle jumps up from his chair and grabs me by the arms. Pulling me into his chest, he holds me tight. “What is going on with you? Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” I say as I shake my head. “You didn't do anything wrong. Everything is wrong, it's all wrong! And now you're going to hate me.”
“Hate you?” Lyle pinches my chin and lifts my face. “Why would you ever think that I'd hate you?” His gaze searches mine, brows dipping in hard. “I need you to calm down and tell me what's going on exactly.” Using his thumbs, he wipes the tears away from my eyes. “What are you talking about?”
Biting on my bottom lip, I pull it into my mouth as the water just keeps flowing. Sniffling, my eyes dance between his, and I'm looking for the right words to use.
But there aren't any right words to give him. There are only two. Two words that change everything the second I say them out loud.
“I'm pregnant.” Biting on the inside of my cheek, my fingers nervously grasp the fabric of my blouse and twist it tight.
I watch him suck in a quick breath. “Pregnant?” I nod. “Pregnant? You're sure?”
Nodding again, I say, “Yes, I'm sure. I'm pregnant with your baby, Lyle.”
He freezes. His fingers stop caressing, his eyes stop flickering, his chest stops lifting. He just peers down at me like a statue.
What is he thinking? What do I say?
I shouldn't have said anything!
“Lyle, look, I—”
Out of nowhere, Lyle sweeps me off my feet as he plants a firm kiss on my lips. Breaking the kiss, he grins wide and proud. “A baby,” he says happily, spinning me around. “I can't believe you're having our baby.” Hugging me, he holds me even tighter.
“Wait, you're not mad?” I ask, pushing against his shoulders to look him in the eyes.
“Mad? Of course I'm not mad. Why would I be mad?”
“I don't know. A baby is a big deal, an unexpected baby is an even bigger deal.”
“I'm excited, Dalia, this is incredible. I'm going to be a father. This is incredible, I'm shocked, but I'm excited.” Lyle sets me down, holding my hips to make sure I have my balance.
“I thought you'd think your life was over.” Tugging my shirt down, I unknowingly rest my hand on my belly.
His eyes drift to my stomach and he smiles. “My life—this isn't just my life, it's—our life. And our life is just beginning.” He steps closer, placing his palm on my stomach.
His hand on my belly makes my body warm. His touch is soft and protective, causing my heart to flutter and my pussy to get wet.
“I'm always going to be here, Dalia, for you and our baby.”
“You promise?” I ask, placing my hand over his.
“I promise.” His lips gently brush mine as his eyes soothe all my worry.
He brushes loose hair out of my face, taking my face in his palm. The tip of his tongue teases my lips, but I don't shy away. I welcome it, opening my mouth wide. I'm giving myself to him, he owns my heart and my body, now more than ever.
Lyle cups my breast, twisting my nipple as his tongue swirls in my mouth. I moan softly, letting my body bend into his as he pinches my nipple harder and drives his tongue deeper.
I'm wet, my panties stick my folds, and my clit is aching to be touched. As if he knows what my body needs, he slips his hand down my neck, riding every curve until he stops on my ass. He pulls me in hard, and I feel his engorged cock against