Trying to open the door when you are drunk with no lights on, is a very difficult task to pull off. Stella was rummaging through her purse, looking for the key to her house, while Damien just stood there awkwardly.
Stella was starting to feel a wave of embarrassment, as she felt him staring at her from behind, that was until she felt it, the cold metal against her hand, she brought it out of her purse and inserted it inside the keyhole.
She pushed the door open and told Damien to come in, he stepped inside her house as Stella closed the door behind her.
Stella took off her heels and let out a sigh of relief, she looked at Damien as his eyes looked around her apartment, observing everything around him, he almost looked like a child at an amusement park.
"Damien," she said softly and his gaze landed on hers, she slowly approached him and Damien's eyes looked at her approaching figure.
She made sure that there was no space between them as she wrapped her arms around his neck–she didn't need to stand on her tiptoes, cause they were just a few inches apart–and kissed him like it would be the last time that they would ever kiss each other.
Damien also kissed her with the same passion as well, his hands placed on her waist drawing her closer to him. Stella's hands were on his hair as she gently tugged on it which caused a groan to come out of him.
Stella broke the kiss, their breathing was labored, she removed his hands from her waist and held onto his left hand, as she led him towards the direction of her room.
She opened the door, and she kissed him once again with the same passion as earlier, the kiss became rougher and deeper as Stella let out a soft moan, and Damien softly bit her bottom lip.
She felt Damien's hand find its way to her inner thigh, his fingers pushed away her panties as they found their way to her folds.
A soft gasp escaped her lips as she removed her lips and stared at him, wanting him, craving him, and needing him in every way.
She released herself onto his fingers, her breathing a bit labored, he removed his fingers from her folds and proceeded to put them in his mouth, licking off her essence from it.
Seeing this made Stella kiss him again, she took off his clothes and threw them on the floor of her bedroom.
Damien removed her dress and tossed it to the floor as well, he then lay her on the bed, peppering kisses down her neck and collarbone.
He was about to align his hardened member with her when she stopped him.
"Wait! Do you have a condom with you?"
Damien shook his head, and Stella cussed under her breath, cause she didn't have one with her either.
Damien told her that she shouldn't worry and that when he is about to cum, he would make sure that he pulls out. Stella was weary about the idea, but she agreed–mainly because she was pretty much very horny.
He inserted himself inside her and she let out a gasp, he began thrusting into her. Her fingers gripped the bedsheets as the bed rocked back and forth.
Stella felt herself teetering at the edge, each of his thrusts taking her to cloud nine, she heard him whisper sweet nothings into her ear, but she wasn't paying attention to any word that he said, what was on her mind was on thrust that was hammered onto her.
Stella could feel that she was almost close, her stomach tightened as she buckled her hips forward, and her back was arched as she felt herself release. Her breathing was heavy and bated as she went limp.
However Damien wasn't done yet, he kept on thrusting inside her, until he felt his stomach tighten as well. He pulled out and released it on her stomach.
Damien fell next to her, they were both tired and exhausted from the whole thing.
Stella looked at the white sticky substance on her stomach, she reached out for a roll of tissue paper that was sitting on her bedside table.
She cleaned herself off and threw the used tissue into the waste bin.
She turned to her side to see that Damien was fast asleep, probably exhausted from the day's activities. She turns her back against him and her eyes slowly drift off to a peaceful slumber.
The next day, Damien left Stella's house and headed for his house. He headed straight into the bathroom and took a very much-needed shower, washing off the sweat from the previous day.
Damien didn't have the intention of even seeing Stella ever again. Yes, she was a very beautiful woman, but he genuinely didn't have time for any sort of relationship. No matter how pretty the woman was.
What happened the day before was never going to repeat itself ever again.
****
Damien sat behind his desk, sorting out some paperwork, when his secretary, Hilda, called him up on the office telephone.
"Hello?"
"Um, sir someone is here to see you."
"Who?" He asked wondering if he was meant to see someone today.
"Her name is Stella Knightley."
Damien had confusion on his face, he wondered exactly does she wanted from him now all of a sudden.
He concluded that it was nothing of importance, "Tell her that she should come back later, that I am busy right now."
He dropped the call on the receiver and went back to what he was doing. His secretary called again, and Damien was already starting to get pissed.
"What?!" His voice was an octave higher than usual and he was very much sure that he scared Hilda a little bit.
"Sir, she said that she is not planning on leaving, that it is something very important."
Realizing that this whole situation was probably giving his secretary more stress than usual, he decided that maybe he would hear what Stella had to say.
"Fine. Send her up here." He places the call back to the receiver once more.
He sure hoped that what she wanted to talk about was important and not something that would waste his time, if not he wasn't going to be a happy person.
After some minutes, the door to the office opened and in came Stella looking very fine and chic with a sundress and high heels, her hair was packed up into a ponytail.
She walked towards him like she was walking down a runway with long strides, till she finally reached his desk.
"Whatever it is you want to talk about, it better be important."
"Oh, it's important alright, very important." She reached for something inside her handbag, and brought out what seemed to be a piece of paper, dropping it on Damien's desk.
Damien picked it up and stared at the paper in confusion, he couldn't seem to make out what exactly was written on the paper, probably because he didn't want to believe what was written on it.
"What is this?" He asked, which made Stella let out a short laugh.
"What do you think it is?"
"I see a bunch of words, that I don't really care about."
"Well, in case you don't know, what you have there on your hands is a pregnancy report."
Damien's face became pale, he looked at the report and looked at her.
"Damien, I am three weeks pregnant."