"How did it happen?!" Thundered vanessa's voice.
Greg was pulled from his meditation. He turned round to see vanessa standing by the door looking very upset and angry. He frowned in confusion cause he didn't hear her earlier.
"I said, how did it happen? How did i get pregnant? How am i having your babies?!" Her tone revolted rage.
"Vee. You are welcome to have a seat." He gestured to a chair close to his couch in his bedroom.
"I'll stand!" She shot.
"Vee please..." He tried to persuade her but she wore an adamant look and wasn't in the mood to be convinced otherwise. She demands answers and would get them as soon as she could.
Seeing the look on her face and knowing he couldn't convince her otherwise, he knew it was time for the truth.
The naive Vanessa he knew was gone, he now shares a home with a completely different one, one who is fierce, stubborn and insists till she has her way. He wonders if she still loves him.
"It's a long tale so i insist you sit. Please." The helplessness in his tone couldn't be more obvious.
She sighed then walked over and had a seat. With her hands folded in front of her and her legs crossed, she waited for the long tale.
Greg cleared his throat and gathered himself before speaking.
"We... We did it together." He paused to read her reaction. Seeing the puzzlement on her face, he readjusted before speaking. "It was not a forced attempt, it was done cooperatively. What i mean is..."
"Just say it like it happened greg!" Seeing the uneasiness in his demeanor made her grew impatient and more angry.
"I saw you at the after party of Anita Melman, you were at the rooftop vip section. I had come up to say hello to some old associates who were also present at the party. When i saw you, i lost it. You looked so hot in the silver backless dress you wore. You were laughing and chatting with clarence and lunar. I kept my eyes on you throughout the party. I noticed you had lots of drinks that night and was really drunk. I offered to take you home and you obliged. On the ride home, you..." He stopped cause recalling what she said and did in the car aroused him.
"Go on!" She ordered.
He adjusted on his seat then continued talking without looking at her. "You said you wanted me, you were so horny and wet and you asked to be fucked hard cause, according to you, you haven't been laid for a really long time. I took you to my mansion and we had sex. Lots of it." At this point, flash backs of the night flooded his head space, his crotch hardened as he saw those images in his mind.
***flash back***
"Oh greg" Vanessa moaned as he sucked her nipples. She laid on a table half naked, her blouse was down and part of her butt was exposed through her skirt.
She ran her fingers through his hair and leaned on one hand on the table.
Greg pulled down his pants and shirt. He raised her skirt and gently reached for her vulva, he felt her and she was dripping wet.
"Fuck me hard greg! Harder than you've ever done before." The desperation in her tone made greg irresistible to her body.
In a single thrust he went all in. What followed were loud moans from both of them and orgasms.
They made love the whole night. They both missed each other so much they couldn't keep their hands off themselves.
"Do you mean to tell me that i. Vanessa, asked you, to fuck me, simply because i was drunk?! That is the most pathetic lie i have heard all day. I don't even recall seeing you at the party" she shook her head while spreading her hands as if to say 'make it make sense' through her gestures.
"It's the truth vee. That is what happened. We had a really good time." Greg blotted out before realizing he shouldn't have said that.
She truly doesn't recall that night because she was drunk beyond consciousness point. But she do recall waking up in her bed in the evening with a really bad headache and a funny feeling in her pussy.
She experiences such after a good sex. She felt elated the whole day but she mistook it as a side effect of the alcohol.
"Why did you kiss me the other day?" She asked with her head down, she didn't want to look at him to hide the redness on her cheeks.
"I...i...i'm sorry."
"I don't need you to be sorry. I just need answers." she needs to know what is really going on "why are you here. Why did you come back? You could've just assumed that the sperm didn't survive long enough to fertilize an egg, or i had taken something that flushed it out. Or something. Why are you really here?" Her widened eyes gazed at him with a lot of expectations.
He stood up and faced a window. "I came for my baby that's all. I wasn't really sure such an affair would lead to getting you pregnant, but when the test results came from the court. I couldn't help but rush down to give the necessary support a father should for his child. Children." He corrected.
"So you aren't here because you care about me, you simply came for your babies." She nodded then stood up from her seat. "Do you regret it?" She fired.
He turned with a puzzled frown on his face "regret what?" He asked, oblivious of what she was asking him.
"Do you regret getting me pregnant and being forced her by a sense of duty and responsibility?" She explained.
"I..." He cleared his throat cause he almost choked on his answer. "I don't. Being a father is not something one should consider as being forced or exploited into. I chose to make love to you that night, i chose to release my sperm into your body not fully knowing if the outcome would get you pregnant or not, i chose to be here. So no vanessa, i do not regret it." His voice sounded like clear waters as he spoke.
She sighed before asking her next question "do you regret leaving?!"