I bite into the pillow, muffling the moan about to rip out of me as Beau spreads my ass cheeks and enters me without warning. Pleasure builds in my belly as he thrusts. How we ended up having sex again in Beau's room is a mystery to me.

A gasp escapes my lips when he slaps my ass, digging his nails into my waist as he moves in and out of me. My legs are barely holding me up, vibrating with pleasure.

He drops down on my back and whispers into my ear, "Someone's been a bad girl lately." He slaps my ass again.

"What's Daddy gonna do about it?" I rasp, breathless from the desire flowing through me.

Beau moves a hand to one of my breasts, cupping and squeezing it. "You'll be punished." He pulls my nipple before slapping my breast hard.

"Beau," I moan, loving how rough he is.

He continues to slam into me, alternating between slapping my breasts and my ass. My release builds, but then it suddenly stops when Beau pulls out of me. My body gives a silent cry of desperation.

"Don't worry, mon amour, I am far from done with you," he says, before kissing my ass and whispering, "All mine." Beau kisses both ass cheeks again before pulling my legs out from under me, making me fall on my face.

He grabs my waist, turning me around and making me face him. He lifts my legs and spreads them as wide as possible before entering back into me.

"Beau," I gasp, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I feel him deep inside me.

"Yes, baby," he replies, staring intensely into my eyes as he fucks me. My legs burn as they hang in the air, but the pleasure in my core is far greater, and my release begins to form in the pit of my belly once more.

I try to drop my legs, but Beau slaps my breast, glaring at me. "Keep them up," he commands. My nipples harden, loving the way he sounds.

I pout at him, and he smirks at me in return. Moving his finger to my clit, he rubs as he thrusts. Gripping the sheet, I arch my back. "Oh my God! Beau!"

Unable to hold my legs up any longer, I wrap them around Beau's waist, and he lets me. Bending forward, he kisses my neck, sucking hard. I wrap my hand around his neck as he slams into me, increasing his pace. I reach my peak, and Beau lets me cum this time.

"Beau!" I scream, my legs vibrating around his waist as I squirt all over his sheets.

Beau stops kissing my neck and pulls my legs from around his waist. He turns me over, making me get on my knees before entering me again. He thrusts fast in and out of me, digging his nails into my waist.

"Beau," I whimper. I haven't even recovered from coming a second ago, and he already wants to give me another release? He grabs a fist full of my hair, pulling it. It isn't painful, and my back arches in response. My core clenches around his length as he slams into me one last time before coming. Beau pulls my hair tighter, groaning as he fills my core with his cum. I can feel it, warm between my thighs.

Pulling out of me, he uses my hair to lift me and grips my chin, turning me to face him before smashing his lips against mine. I can taste myself on his tongue, and I wrap my hands around his neck, passing my hand through his soft curls. His hands go into my hair, and he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. I moan against his lips, and Beau swallows it. He only releases me when we're both struggling for breath.

"Are you okay for another round, mon amour?" Beau asks, and I look at him as if he has two heads. This man is going to be the death of me. I shake my head, absolutely not. He just took me in two different positions, in my core and in my ass. I don't think I have the energy to go again before resting a little.

"Thought as much." He pecks my forehead before laying down and pulling me into his arms. "Sleep," he whispers softly.

I don't wait to be told twice and close my eyes.

***

When I wake up the following morning, I immediately rush to the bathroom to empty my stomach again. Beau follows close behind and helps me hold my hair back.

"We are going to the hospital; you are not okay," Beau says, helping me stand.

"I'm fine; my stomach is just not used to the food here." I walk to the sink and rinse my mouth.

"No, you are not fine. I'll ask my secretary to find the best hospital here." Beau walks out of the bathroom, presumably to get his phone.

"There is no need." I follow him out of the bathroom and try to stop him.

"Yes, there is. I'm taking you to the hospital. Get dressed," Beau says, leaving no room for argument. I've never seen Beau like this before. He seems very worried about me.

As I stand in the middle of the room, I start thinking about how I can get out of this. I can't go to the hospital. If my fears are real, then I'll need some time to myself before telling him.

"Why aren't you getting dressed?" Beau asks, pulling his pants up.

"I want to shower first. Can I?" Maybe he'll take one after, and I can run away while he's in there.

"Sure, that's fine." He takes off his pants and walks over to me, gripping my hand.

"I meant, shower alone," I correct quickly. "Not together."

"Not happening." He pulls me toward the bathroom.

"I am not so weak that I can't shower on my own."

"I know, still not happening."

My frustration grows. It's like he knows I plan to run away while he's distracted. "Please," I try once more.

"No," he replies. "The sooner we both get clean, then the faster we can visit the hospital and find out what's wrong with you." Beau puts his arms under my legs and lifts me off the ground, only placing me down once we reach the bathroom.

My brain races trying to figure out a way out of this. I'll have to try and run while we're getting ready after the shower. I must do everything possible to avoid going to the hospital with Beau.

***

I play with my fingers while we wait for the doctor to return with the test results. I had failed to dodge Beau at the hotel, so now we're at the hospital. And I can't stop worrying about the results of the tests I was given, because I'm pretty sure I already know what's wrong with me. I'm praying I'm mistaken, but all the signs say otherwise.

"Why is your leg shaking?" Beau asks, placing his hand on my thigh.

"No reason." I move out of his hold and bite my lip.

"Are you worried something might be wrong with you?" Beau asks, concerned.

"Not really."

Beau is about to say something else but stops as the door opens behind us. The doctor walks in, smiling. My stomach drops. Her expression alone tells me the results of the test. Dad is going to kill me.

"The test results are back, and I have wonderful news," the doctor's smile widens as she speaks, "Mrs. Williams is preg—"

"I'm pregnant," I blurt out, cutting her off. She nods in affirmation, still wearing that wide grin on her face. "Oh my God, I'm pregnant." I abruptly stand from the chair and begin to pace. I pass my hand through my hair as the reality of that word echoes in my mind.

My head whips to Beau. He's been totally silent. "Say something." I shake the chair he's sitting on to bring him back to earth.

"It seems you both need some privacy to talk," the doctor says. "I'll be outside if you need me."

"Oh my God, you're pregnant!" Beau says as soon as the door closes. His face lights up with a smile. He seems...happy. How can he not be worried and scared that we are having a baby? "This is amazing!" he walks over to me and places his palms on my face. His beautiful gray eyes are sparkling with excitement. His happiness is so evident. He kisses my forehead and wraps his arms around me.

"Are you crazy? Being pregnant with your child is amazing?" I push at Beau's chest and move out of his arms. How can he say that? I can't believe how foolish I was to have unprotected sex with him...multiple times. I don't even understand how I forgot to get on the pill or ask him to use a condom.

"It's amazing because you are the love of my life, and there is no one else who I would want to bear my child." He stares into my eyes, and, shockingly, I see no hint of a lie in his gaze. How is that possible?

"You're engaged, Beau, in case you've forgotten." I look away from his deceiving eyes. I can't think straight with him looking at me like that.

"Fuck my engagement. With you pregnant, it's no longer valid."

I place a hand over my open mouth as realization dawns. "Oh my God, this is why you came back." Tears fill my eyes as all the pieces begin to make sense. How could I be so stupid? "I can't believe I let you play me again."

"Delilah, I don't like the sound of your voice. What are you talking about?"

"You used me!" I smack Beau hard across the face, and my tears spill over.

He touches his left cheek and looks at me, confused and shocked. He must not have thought I'd catch on to his plan.

"Delilah, why do I feel like that slap was not because I got you pregnant? What do you think I've done?"

"You fucking used me to get out of your arranged marriage." My finger pokes into his chest as I spit every word. "How could you do this to me, Beau? How could you get me pregnant just so you wouldn't have to marry the girl your family picked for you? How could you use me like this?" My voice cracks, along with my heart.

"Delilah, I swear to you, that's not why I got you pregnant. Please, believe me." Beau tries to reach for me, but I move away.

"Don't touch me." I wrap my hands around my body and stare at Beau as hatred fills my heart.

"Delilah, please listen to me; I did not get you pregnant solely for that reason."

"What other reason did you have, then? Fucking tell me!" I scream at him.

"Because I love you, and that's the only way I can fucking be with you!" He roars back.

"What?" I look at him, confused.

"I love you, Delilah. Yes, I got you pregnant to force the Clarks to call off the wedding, but also so that I could be with you." Beau moves closer to me, placing his hands on my cheeks. "I swear to you on my life and the life of our baby. Please believe me." He places his forehead against mine and wipes my tears away.

My mind is spinning. I...I can't do this. Not anymore. "I don't believe you," I say in a voice that doesn't sound like my own. I step away from him, and his hands drop to his sides.

"Please believe me." There's desperation in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Beau. I can't." Turning my back, I walk towards the door and place my hand on the knob. "You got me pregnant, and I believe it's to get out of your arranged marriage and for no other reason. I will never forgive you for this." I walk out the door. The second I do, the tears I was holding back before stream down my face. God! I feel like the most foolish person in the world right now.