After stilling suddenly, I spun around to look at him and his length bobbing free from his canvas shorts. His mouth tightened as I turned my eyes down to my body and to the wetness between my legs. "Oh fuck," I whispered, pressing a hand to my mouth as my panic rose.
Grabbing my underwear from the floor, I turned and hurried toward the bathroom to clean myself up. "Princesa," he murmured, following after me as I closed the door in his face.
How could I have been so fucking stupid? That was the real danger of Rafael, making me forget everything that should have been my priority. Nothing existed but the feel of his hands on me. Until the moment we finished and I realized he'd never put on a condom.
I cleaned as thoroughly as I could, wincing at the light soreness from how rough he'd been as I removed all traces of his cum from my body. Tugging my underwear up my legs, I washed my hands and strode through the suite to get my dress from the living room.
I needed Plan B. Urgently.
"Isa," Rafe said, grabbing my arm and pulling me to his body while I struggled to slip my shoes on by the door. He'd covered himself up, his face written in stone as I made my way to escape the suite.
Even if only for long enough to get medicine, I needed to go. I shoved at his chest. "I need to go to the pharmacy."
"Princesa, it's the middle of the night. The pharmacy is closed." My weight sagged in his grip as I stared out at the night sky. We'd eaten dinner late, and after all the drama, he was probably right. It was the middle of the night. "The morning will be soon enough," he said, cupping my cheek as dejection settled over me.
The sooner it was taken, the more effective it would be, but without a pharmacy to go to, my options were limited. "First thing in the morning," I sighed.
He nodded, but something in his gaze felt almost...disappointed. It didn't make sense, and I brushed it off as the emotional reaction of a woman who had everything to lose. I couldn't have a baby; not then. Maybe not ever.
I would have made a terrible mother.
Instead, I focused on the other reason I had to be concerned about our mistake. "Do I need to worry about—” I paused. “You know.”
His eyes darkened. "What, Isa?"
"Diseases. Infections. You know there's no risk from me, but you—"
"Ah," he chuckled darkly. "Fortunately, it has been a long time since I was with anyone before you. You don't need to worry about anything like that."
I nodded, letting him guide me toward the bedroom. He stripped off my clothes, helping me settle in the bed before he took off his own clothes and climbed in beside me. "Why are you so calm? What happens if—"
He shrugged, considering his words. "I am older than you," he said, his voice melancholy as if he was speaking more to himself than to me. Reminding himself of why my reaction might be more extreme than his. "I am ready for children. I understand what we have is new, but it wouldn't be an unwelcome turn of events."
His admission hit me square in the chest, as I let my eyes drift closed with exhaustion.
How could he say such a thing, when I wouldn't even find out if I was pregnant until I was already home in Chicago?
15
Rafael
She'd swallowed the pill as quickly as the pharmacist handed it to her. Her desperation to not bear my child did nothing for my mood, knowing I would need to drop her off with Chloe and Hugo only moments later.
I shouldn't have faulted her for not wanting a child at eighteen. I wouldn't have wanted anything to do with one even a year prior.
But Isa had changed everything for me. All I wanted was for the same to be true for her. For her to need me so desperately that she'd do anything to have a future with me.
She should have wanted to use a pregnancy to trap me as many other women might have tried over the years. The kind of wealth I possessed would change her life forever. I wouldn't have minded that in the slightest, coming from her.
She was quiet as she climbed back into the passenger seat of the McLaren, her body stiff and uncomfortable. Like she didn't dare to touch anything as I closed her door carefully once she was tucked safely inside. To say she'd been overwhelmed by my choice of car was an understatement. Maybe I would have been smarter to choose something less flashy.
I lowered my body into the driver's side. "Chloe and Hugo know you're coming?" I asked, glancing over at her to break the silence. She nodded, confirming what I already knew. I'd laid out the rules for Hugo myself in my text to him earlier that morning. The McLaren started with the distinctive purr of luxury, and I pulled out of my parking space to take her through the streets of Ibiza Town. It was far better to explore the city on foot, but my aim was to spend the least amount of time possible away from Isa. "I'm sorry that I had to delay our plans for the day."
Even if she would appreciate the delay, knowing that the alternative would have been her friend hanging at the end of a rope and bleeding all over the terrace where I planned to fuck her at least once.
Maybe I'd save that for the rooftop.
"It's fine. You couldn’t have known that you'd meet a random girl to derail your business for the week," she said, twisting the hem of her dress
