Forgotten Love: A BWWM Pregnancy Billionaire Love Story (8 page)

“
So…about
the baby,” she began after taking a deep breath.

“
Yeah,
about that,” Allen agreed.

“
What
are we going to do?” she asked.

“
Wow,
I was hoping you would tell
me,
”
he said with a laugh.

“
Oh,
so I’m like the Monica in this relationship?” she asked.

“
The
Monica as in…?” Allen asked.

“
As
in Monica and Chandler.”

Allen
laughed, “Not really. We’re more Phoebe and Mike.”

Frances
smiled. “Well that’s a relief. But back to the question
at hand, what are we doing about the fact that we’re having a
freaking baby?”

“
Frankly,
I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before; we’ve been
kinda careless in the past. But of course it
would
happen now, at the most awkward time in all humanity.”

“
Is
it something that we would have wanted? You know…before?”
she asked looking intently into his eyes.

Allen
looked away and didn’t say anything.

“
I’m
guessing no…” Frances concluded.

Allen
shrugged, “It's been a tricky time.”

“
We’re
not in a good place huh?”

“
That’s
one way of putting it.”

“
And
that’s why you’ve been so distant,” she concluded.
Allen looked at her in surprise.

“
How
would you know that? Have you remembered something?” he asked,
eyes hopeful.

Frances
looked regretful. “I wish. No, I just figured there was no way
we could be like…the way we are. Plus I read the book; we’re
portrayed as a lot closer than we seem now.”

“
Well,
right now, one person doesn’t remember the other so it’d
be a bit awkward to be close.”

“
I
get you, but I get the feeling you’re mad at me. Could we
possibly talk about
that
?”

“
Sure.
You wrote a book, you blew up. Your life got busy. You didn’t
have time for me anymore.”

“
Oh,
so totally all my fault?” Frances said with a smirk.

“
Well,
I was a pretty sulky big baby about it so I’m guessing that
didn’t help,” he conceded.

“
Look
at you! Growin up and shit…” she said punching him
lightly in the shoulder.

“
Yeah,
look at me,” Allen repeated dryly.

“
Anyway,
so…now that I don’t remember my writing career, do we
still got a problem?” she asked.

Allen
shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t need you to be
unhappy so we can be good, okay? I just need you to make some time
for me.”

“
That
sounds reasonable. Especially since I don’t know you from Adam
but I don’t know anyone else either so-“

Her
phone rang and she looked down at it in surprise. “Who
is…Kareemshe?” she asked Allen. He grimaced and sighed.

“
He’s
your ex-boyfriend who is turning into a chick,” he said.

She
stared at him with her mouth open, “Say what now?”

Allen
pointed at the phone, “You going to answer it?” he asked.
Frances snatched up the phone, having totally forgotten that she's
supposed to answer when the phone rings.

“
H-hallo?”
she said.

“
Hey
gowrrl, where have you been? So quiet. Are we in a fight?”

“
What?
No we’re not in a fight. I’d have to remember you for us
to be in a fight,” she said unthinkingly.

“
Ouch,”
Kareemshe said.

“
I
mean, I’m sorry, didn’t you hear? I had an accident, I
have amnesia,” she hastened to say before Kareemshe became
offended. Her friend burst into laughter.

“
You’re
so funny Fran, I swear it's one of the things I love about you.”

“
Er...”
Frances said awkwardly, not knowing if she should ask about the ‘I
love about you’ part…was that purely in a platonic way
or…?

“
I’m
actually dead serious,” she said at last.

There
was silence on the line.

“
Hallo?”
Frances said looking at the screen to see if Kareemshe had hung up.

“
You’re
serious?” Kareemshe asked.

“
Yes.
I’m serious. I have amnesia. I don’t know you Kareemshe,”
she said. Allen covered his eyes and winced and she looked at him
with raised eyebrows.

“
Its
just Kareem,” he whispered to her. Frances’ mouth dropped
open as she realized she’d put her foot in it.

“
Sorry,
I meant Kareem. Ummm, do you want to maybe come over and visit?”
she asked to make up for her rudeness.

“
I
would, if I wasn’t all the way here in
Vegas,
”
she/he said. “Tell that no-good man of yours I’m not
amused that he didn’t tell me about this.”

“
I’ll
pass on the message. Vegas huh? Sounds fun.”

“
Hmmm,
it's okay. They don’t care about what sex I am over here as
long as I pull my weight in the shows.”

“
And
you’re fine with that?” Frances asked not really knowing
what to say but not wanting to lose a friend if that was what
Kareemshe was.

“
Yeah.
I have a holiday coming up in the next two weeks. Maybe I’ll
come out there,” she/he said.

“
That’s
cool. Will you er, stay with us? I’m pretty sure we have enough
space.”

Kareemshe
laughed, “I guess you really do have amnesia. I’ll see
you next week and we can catch up.”

“
Okay…bye,”
Frances said and waited for Kareemshe’s reply before she hung
up.

She
glared at Allen. “Do I have any other friends you neglected to
inform of my condition?”

Allen
shrugged. “I was distracted,” he said simply. There was
something in his eyes though, when he said it; as if he’d been
in far much more distress than he was letting on. This situation was
so complicated and now there was a baby.

“
Are
we ever going to talk about the baby?” she asked.

“
It
takes nine months to grow one, right? We have time.”

Frances
lifted her brow, “That is assuming we aren’t getting rid
of it.”

Allen
leaned forward on the table, “Do you
want
to get rid of it?”

Frances
thought about it seriously, vague memories of her mother leaving her
alone to fend for herself when she could barely understand what that
meant, and her vow, made silently but no less resolutely, that a
child of hers would
never
go through that. She looked at Allen with his thousand dollar watch
and his entitled attitude; would he let his child rot on the street?
Somehow she didn’t think so. She knew
she
wouldn’t let her child fall by the wayside like that.

“
I
don’t think I do,” she said at last.

“
Well
then, I guess we do have nine months to decide where to go from
here.”

“
Just
one question, if we were fighting so much, when did we have the time
to have unprotected sex?” she asked.

Allen
smiled, “Make up sex is the best kind.”

*****

It had
been a Tuesday, Allen remembered clearly because he’d had a
full day at the office and he was tired as shit. Mondays were his day
off…the weekends were technically not work days but there was
always some work-related soiree, benefit, golf tournament, or other
event that he had to attend that he pretty much thought of weekends
as socializing work days. But Mondays…Mondays were just for
him. He stayed home, he hassled Frances so she had to stop whatever
she was doing and goof around with him, he cooked for them, they
watched movies or stayed in bed all afternoon…it was usually
wonderful.

That
Monday though, Frances had been busy; some book thing that had been
suddenly rescheduled from the weekend. So Allen had been…out
of sorts. The negativity in the house had spilled over into Tuesday
and when he had come home, he’d found Frances in the kitchen,
arms crossed, ready for battle.

“
How
long am I going to be on double secret probation?” she’d
asked glaring at him.

“
I
don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said
crossing over to the wine bar to pour himself a whiskey. He was too
sober for this conversation.

“
I’m
talking about the fact that you sulk every time I go out for some
book function and I just want to know if that’s a permanent
situation or something you plan to get over some time soon.”

Allen
poured a second glass of whiskey and kept silent.

“
What?
You stonewalling me now Al? Me?” Frances demanded.

“
I’m
not stonewalling anyone Frannie Fran, I’m drinking my whiskey
and avoiding an argument.”

“
You’d
do better to avoid an argument by not sulking in the first place,”
Frances bit out.

Allen
turned around suddenly, slamming his glass down on the counter so the
liquid jumped and spilled. “Fine. I’m sorry I was
‘sulking’ or whatever. I’ll try to be happy to not
spend any time with you from now on.”

“
Oh,
grow up,” Frances replied in irritation and stalked off down
the hall to their room. Allen took a breath to steady his rapidly
rising ire and followed her. He slammed the bedroom door after he
walked in, startling her and making her spin around to face him in
surprise.

“
What?”
she got out before he was on her like a shark swallowing its prey. He
propelled her backward onto the bed and they both fell, Allen
stretching his hands out to break his fall so that he wouldn’t
fall on her.

“
Shut
up,” he said, even though she wasn’t exactly trying to
talk. His lips came down and fastened onto hers, the caress more
angry than tender. Frances wrapped her arms around his neck and
pulled him in anyway, softening in a way that let him know she
yielded, she submitted to him; whatever he wanted, he could have. He
didn’t even have to ask. Well, what he wanted was all of it,
all of her, all the time. It was all consuming, this feeling in his
chest that caused him to rip her clothes from her body with
controlled savagery and bite at her lip just so he could mark her,
everyone would know who she belonged to for weeks to come. Her
delicate honey complexion showed every bruise for as long as it took
to heal. The site of the redness on her lip was like a red flag to a
bull.
Allen’s
vision went hazy and he tore at his fly, n
ot
really coordinated enough to get them off efficiently. Then her hands
were on him and he took his own away, letting her relieve him of his
jeans and his shirt and his boxers. He stood naked and trembling
before her as she leaned in and licked a line up his painfully hard
penis. He shivered in reaction and snapped his hips forward, seeking
the warmth of her mouth even as she moved away. She got on her knees
and took off her shirt which was hanging half on, half off her. Her
eyes were steady on him as he took in her body.

“
Frannie,”
he growled taking a step forward and putting one knee on the bed.

“
Al,”
she breathed in reply, leaning forward to place her lip on the side
of his mouth, tongue peeking out to taste. “Fuck me,” she
whispered as she took his ear between her teeth.

“
Uh,”
he groaned as he circled her waist with his hands and threw her
backward so she fell sprawled onto the bed, legs spread wide. “Fran,”
he whispered as he covered her body with his, penetrating her in one
long thrust as his breath caught in his chest and he literally felt
his heart stop. Her legs came up as she held onto them with her
hands, giving him full access to her wet warmth. Hips snapping with
vigor and speed, he rutted into her; mouth open and breath coming
fast and hard and hoarse. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as
he listened to the sounds she was making; full of want and lust and
need
.
Allen’s stomach hurt with the need to be deep inside her and he
doubled his efforts, the friction creating an impossible heat that
fueled the fires of his passion.