“Mia—
“The dishes here are amazing, I love it too.”
“Mia—what's wrong?”
“Cramps.” My hands on my tummy
“It hurts alot?”
“Yes. I'll survive.”
“You know I read once that orgasms help with that.” He said, smirking. The chair was probably soaked.
“It hurts,” I said with my hand on my tummy. “I need to get up but I can't”.
“I'll help.” He said getting up from his seat.
“No, no, you don't understand. I can't…get up.’
He c****d an eyebrow
“I can't get up. There's blood all over.” He understood immediately.
He took his suit jacket off, wrapping it around my waist to cover the stain.
“Your jacket, it's gonna get soaked with my blood.”
“It's getting all the fun.” He said and carried me out of the restaurant, me in his arms.
It was embarrassing trying to hide my face and the little pin
