EroticReverie

Jeff's POV

I know the position I'd put myself in wasn't great, but I meant every damn word I said to Mila. I wasn't a cheater. I knew deep down I wasn't a bad guy, regardless of the fact what I was doing currently was fucked on so many levels.  But it was true, me and her sister weren't that serious. We'd been fucking more than anything, not really forming any kind of connection , and then, the second I saw Mila, there was nothing but connection. Without even having to try. I was fucking drawn to her. 

Not in a, that chick is hot and I wanna fuck her way. Even though, I'd be lying if I said that thought didn't also cross my mind the second I saw her. But so much went through my head the instant I saw her. 

I brought her back to my apartment that night and we fucked like god damn animals , and then we fucked each other softly, then we fucked hard again, taking everything the other had to give. We were so fucking in sync on the sexual level, and I remember thinking the second I was inside her that I wanted more, I wanted everything from her. But who says that to a girl they meet at a bar? People don't just blurt out what they're thinking, and I wasn't entirely sure she even felt anything at all the way that I did. 

I'd never expected to have the one night stand with the gorgeous girl from the bar, turn into this. Into me finding out she's the little sister of the girl I'd been dating. The girl I'd been irresponsible with and gone and knocked her up. The kicker was, we'd only had sex without a condom once. 

But that was enough , that was all it took to make me a fucking father. A fucking father who wished he'd put a baby in it's aunt instead. 

"Mmmm" she hums as we keep making out, and my hands move over her body, hers on my chest and then my phone rings. 

I ignore it. Not letting up, not tearing my mouth away from Mila, grabbing her harder and pulling her into me. The phone stops and then starts ringing again. Mila pauses but I dont , I keep kissing her. My greedy hands sliding up her back. 

The phone stops and starts a third time. 

"You should check that." she murmurs as my hands grab her hair and tilt her head back and she groans as I kiss down her neck. 

"No I shouldnt." I say and suck her skin, my tongue licking over the spot right after and then biting gently. 

Then another ring tone sounds, not mine. 

She pulls back and turns her head to her phone ringing in the pocket of her hoodie on the floor. 

She looks back to me, and we both look at each other, thinking it's probably not a coincidence. 

"that's her ring tone" Mila says and blow out a breath and she gets up, and I watch her naked frame as she walks over, bends down and fishes the phone from her hoodie pocket as it stops ringing. 

It starts to ring again and she answers. 

"Hello?" she asks and presses speaker phone. 

"Mila! Thank god!" she whines. 

Before Mila can even respond she's speaking again. 

"I need you to do be a big big favor, oh my god, I'll owe you, I promise, please, please Mila!" she whines. 

"Kristen, calm down" Mila says and pushes a bit of hair behind her ear. 

"What do you need?" she asks, looking at her phone then at me. 

I just sit quietly. 

"Can you come get me?" she whines. 

"what?" Mila asks. "Where are you?"

"I'm at Jeff's" she says and both of our eyes widen. 

"what do you me....what? Where does he live?" she catches herself, because how would she know that her sister isnt here?

I listen to her rattle off my address and the surrounding area, noting a few visual landmarks. 

"Um, why do you want to leave Jeff's?" she asks. "Did you two have a fight?" 

"No, I just....I was at a bachelorette party, and I took a fucking uber here, but he's not answering his phone, he's probably sleeping, and I don't want to take him, and I can't get into his building without a key." she says. and I watch Mila look to me.

"Ummm, I'm sure he won't.....wait.....why did you take an uber? Didn't you drive out there?" Mila asks. 

"Yeah, but I was drinking and didnt want to drive, duh." she says. 

I share a look with Mila, both of us thinking the same thing. But Kristen doesn't know her sister knows she's pregnant. 

"pleaaaaase come get me" she whines. 

"I mean, of course I will...but, I'm in bed...why don't you try to call him one more time, if he doesn't pick up, I'll come get you." she says and I frown to myself as I watch her start to walk around , picking up her things as she keeps talking on the phone. 

"he's not going to pick up, he sleeps like the dead" Kristen says, which is the truth. I'm dead to the world when I sleep. 

"Ok, well do me a favor, and just try once more. If he doesnt answer, I'll be on my way." she says. 

I stand up , and watch her set down the phone as she pulls on her pants. 

"Fiiiiiine" Kristen says. 

"Alright, let me know either way." Mila says and then throws on her tank top and hoodie, shoving her panties in the pocket. The phone disconnects. 

"What the fuck?" I whisper but Mila just glares. 

"What do you expect me to say?!" She hisses as she snatches her phone and puts it back in her pocket. 

"Tell her to take another fucking uber" I say and Mila looks at me. I sigh. 

"Fuck" I run my hands through my hair, throwing on my jeans as my phone starts to ring. 

"Answer it!" Mila whisper yells. 

I groan and walk over to my phone and pick it up. 

"Kris?" I answer

"Oh thank god! You ARE awake, what the hell , why didn't you pick up the first time?" she asks and I watch Mila grab her keys. 

"Nevermind" Kristen says. "I'm here, buzz me up" she says and I look to Mila. 

"Tell her it's broken..that you'll meet her down there." she says ever so quietly. 

I repeat the lie. 

"Augh, fine, hurry, it's creepy out here." Kristen whines. 

"gimmie a sec, I have to put clothes on." I tell her. 

"Augh fiiiiine, stay on the phone with me though, I could get murdered or something." Kristen says and I roll my eyes. 

"yeah, alright....one sec." I say and walk to Mila. Holding the phone out away from me. 

"Go in the stair well....I'll go down and get her. Then I'll come walk you out." I say. 

"I'll be fine." Mila says, "just text me once she's in the apartment so I don't run into you in the entrance." 

"wait for me in the stairwell." I tell her and she rolls her eyes.

"Fine." she says and I nod and then bring the phone back. 

"On my way down." I say and walk out of my apartment with Mila, hating that she's fucking leaving, we were supposed to spend the night together, and ....fuck.

"you were drinking" I whisper. 

Mila turns and she seems to have forgotten. 

"fuck" she mutters and looks around. 

"I'll call an uber" she rolls her eyes. 

I shake my head. 

"well what the hell else am I supposed to do?" she whispers quietly. 

"Just.." I hang up the phone on "Accident". Mila gasps. 

"she'll call back it's fine..just...go back inside...ill call her another uber." I say and Mila shakes her head. 

"She'll want to come up." Mila says. 

"Too bad...I'll yell at her for drinking while pregnant, tell her I don't want to be around her. " I say and Mila chews her lip.

"But what if-"

"Just go inside. I'll take care of it." I say cutting her off and opening the apartment door and holding it open, nodding inside. 

I watch her hesitate, and go back and forth in her own head. 

"Please Mila..." I say and she looks at me. Sighing, she steps back in. 

I kiss her quick as my phone rings and I answer and walk downthe hall to the elevator. 

"Yeah....yeah...sorry, accidentally hit it....on my way down right now.....yep....yeah" I keep talking, watching the elevator doors close and I sigh. 

"You sound like youve been drinking." I say. 

"can you just hurry?" she whines. 

"Have you been drinking?" I ask. 

"can we wait for the lecture until i'm not outside in the street?" she asks

the floors tick down and the elevator opens on the main floor and I walk down the hall and turn towards the front door. 

"If you're pregnant you shouldnt be drinking." I tell her. 

"Whatever I had like three shots and a beer." she says as I walk to the main doors, seeing her there waiting. 

She's wearing a tight hot pink dress and hooker heels, and some kind of necklace, which the closer I get, I can tell is a necklace of dicks. 

"hey babe" she smiles, lowering the phone when I open the door , but she frowns when I step outside of letting her in. 

"What are you doing...let's go in." she says her brows pinching. 

"No. You're not staying here tonight. " I say and watch her mouth fall open. 

"Excuse me?" she says. 

"You went and got drunk, knowing you were pregnant." I tell her. 

"Sorry I was a little bit fucking stressed!" she says trying to defend herself. 

"whatever." I say and pull up the uber app on my phone. 

"What are you doing?" she asks.

"Getting you an uber." I tell her. 

"no!" she shrieks and she slaps my arm. 

"dont be a dick Jeff!" she shrieks.

"shhh..quiet!" I hush her. 

"baby cmon!" she whines and reaches for me, and wraps herself into me as I lift my phone continuing to enter the request into the app. 

"Please I wanna come up st....." she trails off. 

"what the fuck?" She jerks back a second and I look down after submitting the request. 

"What?" I ask and look down. 

"why do you smell like a fucking chick?" she says glaring at me, jaw tense. 

I think quick and roll my eyes. 

"You smell like 50 different chicks, and alcohol, you're probably smelling yourself." I tell her and glare at her. 

"Dont deflect" I tell her. "You were drinking, while pregnant, I don't want you here tonight." I tell her flatly. 

she scowls. 

"you're a fucking bastard!" she yells and I sigh, realizing I'm about to wake the whole neighborhood with some good ole baby mama drama. 

"I can smell her on you!" she shrieks. 

"is she up there!? Is she up there now?! Who is it?! That Rochelle bitch?!" she screams. 

"Keep your voice down. " I tell her. 

"It is! It's her!" she shrieks, over some girl she's convinced wants me, that I have zero interest in. 

I decide to not lie. But not tell the whole truth. 

"It wasn't Rochelle. I had a girl over. Yes. Because , I'm done with us. " I say flatly and she gapes at me. 

"EXCUSE ME!?" she shrieks, and starts to try wailing on me with her fists, but I grab them. 

"stop, stop it" I tell her calmly as I grab her wrists and she growls. 

"you cant just knock people up and cheat on them!" she screams. 

"Well you cant just get knocked up and go fucking getting drunk either...but look where we are..." I tell and she scowls at me angrily. 

"So you're just gonna be a dead beat?!" she yells. 

"Assuming you don't drink the baby into a miscarriage, no...I would take care of it." I say. and she gasps. 

"you're a fucking asshole!" she yells. "It was one night!" 

"I'm not in love with you Kristen. And you're not in love with me." I say, and she scowls. 

"you got me pregnant!" she yells. 

I nod. "It takes two...but yes....I got you pregnant..and we'll figure it all out.....but I don't want to be with you. I don't love you. " I say and she glares at me. 

"I cant fucking believe this." she scowls. 

I look at my phone. "your uber is 2 minutes away." I tell her. 

"Fuck you." she says. 

I shrug. 

"We'll talk tomorrow." I tell her. 

"Like hell we will! Don't ever talk to me ever again!" she says and pushes at me and I let her. 

God, I know I'm terrible for cheating on her with her own sister, but so fucking glad this isn't going to be the girl I'm stuck with.

"Call me when you're calm then. And rational. I would like to be there for the baby if you'll let me." I tell her. 

"Fuck off!" she sniffles and stomps down the steps as the uber pulls up. 

"go to hell Jeff! You and your whore!" she says, whipping open the door, and I exhale a deep breath as the uber driver drives away with her.