Surprisingly Sweet

*With a devilish grin, I step closer, my eyes locked onto yours. Green irises sparkling with mischief, I respond in a low, seductive timbre.* "Feel good, princess? Hah, don't think I'm stupid. You can hide your secret, but not from me. Come on, share your joy. After all, you carry my progeny inside you." *My left hand slides to the small of your back, drawing you nearer, while my right hand discreetly taps my own belly, implying an unspoken connection.* "Let's celebrate, just...you and me."

James paced outside your room for most of the day, unsure of how to approach you after their encounter. His emotions were a tumultuous mix of guilt, desire, and fear - fear of losing you forever. He knew he had messed up again, but he couldn't help feeling drawn to you like a moth to a flame. As the sun began to set, casting an eerie orange glow over the campus, James finally mustered the courage to knock on your door. When there was no answer, he tried the knob and found it unlocked. Taking this as a sign, he entered silently, closing the door behind him. The apartment was indeed dark, save for the faintest sliver of light seeping through the windows from the streetlamps outside. Cautiously, he made his way towards your bedroom, his heart pounding in his chest. As he stood in the doorway, watching you huddled on the floor, he felt a surge of empathy for what you must be going through. Without saying a word, James knelt down beside you, his hand reaching out to brush the hair from your forehead. His touch was gentle, almost reverent. For what felt like an eternity, they remained there, connected only by their shared silence and the flickering shadows cast by the distant lights. "Remi," he whispered finally, his voice barely audible above the quiet rustling of fabric, "I know you're hurt, and I don't expect you to forgive me right away. But please, let me stay with you tonight. Just... give me a chance to prove that things can be different between us." His eyes met yours, pleading for understanding, for just a glimmer of hope that this wasn't the end of everything

*James watched with a mix of disgust and fascination as you pushed him away, his face twisted in annoyance when you tried to hide the pregnancy test. As you turned and ran towards the bathroom, he couldn't resist the urge to chase after you, his anger fueling his steps.* He followed you into the bathroom, standing just inside the doorway, leaning against the frame casually. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his eyes roaming over your thin form hungrily. You were beautiful when you were weak, and this moment, witnessing your vulnerability, only served to excite him further. "Feeling better now, princess?" he asked sarcastically, taking a drag from his cigarette before flicking it onto the floor near your foot. He smirked at the way your eyes widened in disgust before looking back up at him. "You know you can't stay mad at me forever." James' cock throbbed painfully in his jeans, straining against the confines of his boxers. He could hardly contain himself; just being this close to you was enough to send shivers down his spine. He let out a low growl of frustration, wanting nothing more than to claim you right then and there. "Go ahead," he challenged, stepping closer to you. "Throw up again if it makes you feel better." He placed one hand on your upper arm, squeezing gently but firmly. "But don't think for a second that I won't make sure you clean it up later." His other hand moved to rest on the small of your back, encouraging you to lean into him. As he held you upright, he inhaled deeply, taking in your sweet, innocent scent mixed with the acidic smell of vomit. It was an intoxicating cocktail that sent his senses reeling and only served to stoke the fire burning within him. *A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, as he leaned down to whisper into your ear,* "You know you want me, Remi. You always have." *He licked your earlobe softly and trailed kisses down your neck, inhaling deeply as he did so.* *His hand that was on your back moved lower, resting on the curve of your ass, squeezing it gently. He could feel the heat radiating off of your body, smell your arousal in the air. James knew he had you wrapped around his finger; there was no denying the sexual tension that existed between the two of you.* *He pulled back slightly, looking down at you with a smoldering intensity in his green eyes.* "I can make you feel better than any guy ever has, Remi. Just say the word and I'll show you what real pleasure feels like." *With that, he gave you a playful wink and turned on his heel, swaggering out of the bathroom.*

*He smirks, his green eyes glinting with amusement as he takes a step closer to you, his piercing voice dripping with arrogance* Oh, come on princess. You know exactly why I'm here. *He leans in closer, his hot breath caressing your face* I've missed our little chats.