All Too Late

Chapter 21 Why Is He Not Good Enough

Kathleen was having a fitful sleep when she was awoken by a bitingly cold presence.

Her gaze landed on Samuel, who was standing by her bed.

She was overcome with nerves and disbelief that he had actually returned.

Samuel regarded the squeamish Kathleen in an icily condescending manner. “You’re pregnant?”

“No. Who told you that? Do you deny the lab test results?” Kathleen bit back as she worried her bottom lip.

“Then what is it that you’re looking at?” retorted Samuel as he pointed at the tablet.

Kathleen pursed her lips. “I had promised to help Gemma out tomorrow by volunteering at a charity home advocating for autistic children. Do you find fault in me doing some background research beforehand?”

That managed to convince Samuel.

“What time will you be leaving tomorrow?” asked Samuel dispassionately.

“I plan to reach by ten o’clock.”

Kathleen secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

That was a close call. Her pregnancy was almost revealed.

“Are you certain you’re not pregnant?” Samuel reiterated.

“Of course. When have I skipped my birth control pills?” deadpanned Kathleen.

“That trip to the hot springs two months prior.” Samuel could still recall it vividly.

Well, that was true indeed.

Kathleen had decided to head to the hot springs on a whim while Samuel had been there on a job inspection. Neither she nor Samuel had an inkling that either party would be present, yet both had met out of sheer coincidence.

It had only taken Samuel one look at Kathleen, enticingly flushed and bundled up in a bathrobe, for him to ravish her completely in his room.

In the heat of the moment, Samuel had forgotten to bring along his condoms.

He rarely used them, as a matter of fact, and relied on Kathleen’s regular intake of morning-after pills.

After their night together, he had urged Kathleen to take her pills on time and hastily left for work.

Kathleen was so wrung out after the night’s exertions that she failed to act on it immediately.

since she wasn’t

slept together.

a seed had been planted in her womb,

when I was taking my plan B pills the last time,”

then proceeded to retrieve a box of morning-after

trust you. You haven’t been feeling well lately. Taking these pills might only cause more

hope the future men I meet won’t let me suffer through this, unlike you! All you care about is your own

Samuel was incensed.

Still, it is true that Kathleen often has to be on Plan

to be as fecund as

to truly love me, he would

man would

I swear

when I say that such men are a mere figment of your

me with her imagined good man. What is so bad about me anyway? Kathleen is given ample money to spend. Besides, her needs and wants, both in bed and in day-to-day life are well taken care of.

a dozen. I can’t believe my poor

we’re fated then,” replied

my rotten luck. I must have been

lust-addled to have pined

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

sensed that

that she had inexplicably become more

however, it could be that

space between her eyebrows, deflated. “Whatever, I’m

onto the bed, pull up the

Samuel grimaced.

my anger then promptly snooze off like nobody’s business. She would not have dared

heavens for her quick wit in switching the birth control

wouldn’t have proposed to take them

eventually drifted off and succumbed to

was pinned on the

an eyesore. Best get rid of it. How am I not

by his actions in not

would use a condom

to his side,

and luscious as fresh peach and slept

to her. Especially Christopher. The way he looks

and he was compelled to wrap

of me you scum!” Kathleen shrieked as she struggled

the