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 ovulating and promptly forgotten all about

condom the subsequent few times they slept together. Hence, she did not

in her

was taking my plan B pills the last time,” explained Kathleen coolly. “I’ll ingest them right

retrieve a box of morning-after pills

reached Kathleen’s lips when Samuel grabbed her hand, disrupting her. “Fine, I trust you. You haven’t been feeling well lately. Taking these pills might

meet won’t let me suffer through this, unlike you! All you care

Samuel was incensed.

is true that Kathleen often has to be on Plan B

you prefer to be as

man were to truly love me,

on. No man would commit

are skewed. I swear I’ll

when I say that such men are a mere figment of your wishful imagination,”

to spend.

are a dime a dozen. I can’t believe my

means that we’re fated then,” replied

“As if! Curse my rotten

been lust-addled to have pined after him for ten

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

sensed that something was

that she had inexplicably

her research, however, it could be that her mood swings were due to pregnancy

pinched the space between her eyebrows, deflated. “Whatever,

flop onto the bed, pull up

Samuel grimaced.

my anger then promptly snooze off like nobody’s business. She

for her quick wit in

proposed to take

eventually drifted off

gaze was pinned on

Best get rid of it. How

was defined by his actions in not allowing her to

use a condom from this day

in bed and turned to his side, taking in

soft and luscious as fresh peach and slept as soundly as

to her. Especially Christopher.

he was compelled to wrap Kathleen

shrieked as she struggled to escape

dismay at the