Pregnant For My Bully

Amelia Forbes

I could feel my legs about to give way any second as I tried to balance four Harry Potter sized books on my leg.

Jason had made it clear that everything I touched automatically became filthy. So he didn’t want filth in his house.

I wasn’t even allowed to touch the armrest of the chair.

Trying to take my mind off my leg, I focused on the project. So far, I’d gone considerably far in my work.

The fact that I’d started beforehand really helped. At this rate I might even finish before the week runs out.

I’d calculated that I’d be done in a week but at the rate I was going it’d probably be done in 4 to 5 days.

I screamed in joy.

In my head, of course.

Lest Jason find another reason to torment me.

A few minutes later, I was at the last page of the first chapter I’d been studying-which brought day one of my work to a close. I rounded up quickly and began to fill the pages of Jason’s project manual.

I’d do mine when I got home. I didn’t need him complaining about anything now.

My leg still hurt like a bitch so I paused, transferring the books to my other leg.

At this point I wasn’t even sure I could feel my legs. Plus every time I bent forward to write, the books hit my abdomen. This happened so many times I started to feel nauseous.

Damn Jason. Treating me like a slave.

I mean, there were about six very comfortable chairs in the living room. And a table I could’ve used.

This is just another one of his ways of punishing me, I guess.

Closing the manual after I was done filling the first section, I wiped sweat off my eyebrows.

My throat was parched and I realized how hungry I was.

He hadn’t even offered me water.

Asshole.

As if on cue, I noticed him looking at me. Staring actually.

I suddenly started to feel comfortable.

Why was he staring like that?

Did I do something I wasn’t supposed to?

He suddenly scowled and looked away.

I raised an eyebrow.

He’s probably thinking up another prank to play on me. Would he slump if he just decided to leave me alone?

Tired, I looked away, standing up and balancing the books in my hand.

I walked towards him, extending my arm to hand over his project manual.

“Your manual,” I muttered, arm still extended.

He faced me, looking me up and down and sneering.

“What the hell am I supposed to do with it? Chew it?”

“No-no. . . it’s one of the-the things we have to submit after the project.” I stammered.

His scowl deepened.

“Well keep it till you’re done.” He said flatly. “Stop being moronic.”

I exhaled as he hissed and plugged his eyes back to his phone.

Jason Davenport

I watched Amelia’s face turn a bright shade of red as she held my manual in her hand.

After a few moments, she walked back to the chair she had been sitting in and packed all the books in her school bag.

Suddenly she stopped, looking unsure. Slowly she made her way back to me.

“Do I leave the books here or just go back with them?” She asked meekly, looking down the whole time.

As I stared at her without a word, she chewed on her bottom lip, running her tongue over to moisten it.

I swallowed with difficulty.

My eyes, trailed her face, down to her lips.

Her lips looked smooth and nice. Probably soft too. I couldn’t help but imagine how good they would fit right on the tip of my. . .

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My groin stirred.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This is Amelia we’re talking about here. Get yourself together Jason, I reprimanded myself.

Immediately, I jumped up, grabbing her by the arm and shoving her school bag in her chest.

“Get out,” I ordered. “Now.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, um, ok. But. . . how do I get home?”

I frowned. “What? You developed amnesia in the last two hours?”

“No,” She countered. “My house is pretty far from here. . . and. . . it’s getting pretty late. . .

She paused, glancing at me.

I chuckled. “And how the fuck is that my problem? Look, midget. I don’t give a fuck how you get home. You can even walk if you feel like it. It’s none of my business. Now get out.” I stretched one hand toward the staircase.

Her expression started to lean towards a glare and she looked like she was about to say something. Instead she grabbed her school bag, shot me a look and practically ran down the stairs.

I headed to my room with Kimberly on dial. Kimberly was what I needed right now.