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.

brushed off the reminder since she wasn’t ovulating and promptly forgotten all about

few times they slept together. Hence, she

a seed had been planted in her womb,

my plan B pills the last time,” explained Kathleen coolly.

then proceeded to retrieve a box of morning-after pills

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 about is your own pleasure regardless of

Samuel was incensed.

it is true that Kathleen often has to be on

contraceptive measures, would you prefer to be as fecund as

man were to truly love me, he would certainly

man would commit such

are skewed. I swear I’ll

me, Kathleen, when I say that such men are a mere figment

is given ample money to spend.

can’t believe my poor luck

fated then,” replied

my rotten

been lust-addled to have pined after him for ten

Samuel huffed in displeasure.

that something was

that she had inexplicably become more prone to

her research, however, it could be that her

her eyebrows,

the bed, pull up

Samuel grimaced.

She would not

for her quick wit in switching the birth control

to take

drifted off and succumbed to

gaze was pinned on the bottle

rid of it. How

not

a condom from

to his side, taking in the view

as soft and luscious as fresh peach

to her.

thought of that did not sit well with Samuel, and he was compelled to wrap Kathleen in his embrace

you scum!” Kathleen shrieked as she struggled to

frowned in dismay at the