Pregnant For My Best Friend’s Son

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Eggust’s POV

"When did she leave Mexico and at what time did she get to England?" I asked Ezekiel, giving him barely any time to answer either of the questions.

It was hard for Ezekiel Salvador to catch up with me sometimes, I won’t blame it on my impatience, but his sluggishness, I’m never wrong.

I practically marched to my car, my bodyguards circled around me like a fog, he had to jog along to keep up with my pace.

I turned to see him adjusting the glasses on his nose, as he let his hands flip through the pages of the journal in his hand as he said,

"I don’t really know when or how she left México, but by nine today, she was already here. She hasn't gotten herself a hotel room yet but has been in a bar all by herself for the past two hours—"

“Also, she didn’t have much belongings with her, just a mini box and a duffel bag. It seems she left in a hurry. I’m afraid something might have happened to miss Juss, and…...”

The rest of the words never left his lips as I suddenly stopped walking and he slammed his head on my back, stopping abruptly, he immediately moved away as fast as he could as I turned to look at him, with a raised eyebrow.

I asked in a tone that would have sent any other person into cardiac arrest at the intensity of it.

"She's been alone for the past two hours?"

“And you’re just telling me this?” I fumed.

I liked to think that Ezekiel wasn't terrified of me and was already used to my... Constantly threatening glare and aura because he had been the only assistant to last as long as he had.

But the hairs standing on his neck proved otherwise, though he answered in a more stable voice than I had expected.

"There are guards positioned at every angle in the bar watching her. P-Plus, I knew if you arrived at the bar the same moment she did, it would seem as if you had been stalking her so I... I waited a little. My apologies, sir."

“I frowned at Ezekiel’s choice of words. I was only looking out for her. And no one had the right to question my obsession with her.

Realizing that he had given a wrong response, Ezekiel quickly corrected his mistake. “You’re obviously not a stalker, I just felt it would appear so.”

I stared at the male in front of me. Deep down, I knew he was right. There was no reason for me to scare Juss away from me before I had her for myself because I already knew the kind of person she was.

Women like her preferred being left to do what they wanted and not being under surveillance all the time. I knew all of this, but I also knew I wasn't going to stop watching her every move no matter what.

I had already tolerated enough by allowing her date that good for nothing peasant she dated, who was nothing but a consistent inconsiderate cunt to her.

I was tired of watching from the sidelines. I needed to be in the full picture.

Besides, there was no way she would get upset by my actions if she didn't find out in the first place. But still, I knew Ezekiel was right. Juss is a smart woman, she would know if something was up.

"Well done." I said and continued walking away with Ezekiel and his entourage trailing behind me. When I got to my car, one of the guards opened the passenger seat for me and I entered the car, shutting it behind me before stretching my hand outside the window.

Ezekiel readily placed my iPad into my palm and moved back, wishing me a safe trip before I winded the car window back up and my driver drove off.

Now alone, I opened my pad and immediately went to a folder that was saved with her names and scrolled through the pictures in it.

Though none of them showed her face, I knew it was her from the way she sat, and her hair...

No matter how many times I made the girls I f****d dye their hair into the same ginger shade she bore, they were never to replicate it.

None of them could ever be like her, none of them can make me feel the way she made me feel. She ignited the fire in my blood, it didn’t matter what she was doing, she could be reading a bible beside me and I would be turned on.

She was my God and I lived to worship her in ways even the heavens would probably frown upon.

That was why I tried to shape all my whores into her image. The way they dressed, their line of work and even their hair colors. But I still couldn’t get an ounce of satisfaction.

Juss' hair reminded me of embers from wood that were burning out with their tips fiery and red. It always made me want to touch her hair and feel it for myself. Find out if I could get burned just by doing so.

Not that I would mind. Any mark left by Juss Indigo would be welcomed to my body by any means necessary.

"Sir. We've arrived at the bar." The driver announced.

At those words, I switched off the screen of my iPad and walked out of the car with my coat hanging over my shoulder and hands in my pockets, my eyes immediately going to the window as I stared at the lights on the name of the bar.

It wasn't an exactly popular bar but I knew of it as it was the one place that people were allowed to slip in and out however they wanted without anyone asking too many questions.

With all the information I held on Juss, the fact that she was here didn't add up in any way as she was more... Sophisticated for a place like this but I didn't bother to think about it too much.

Whatever version of her I got was welcomed. I wouldn’t mind exploring every part of her.

Every part of me wanted to storm into the bar and punish her for coming here on her own but I restrained the dark thoughts circling my head.

However, all of that set itself loose when I walked into the bar and found her standing next to a man who wouldn't stop staring at her like she was a piece of meat he wanted to devour.

Three other men stood behind him, like bystanders waiting excitedly to be entertained.

They all stared at her condescendingly, like a sheep caught in the territory of lions who could not wait to devour her.

Now, I could already spot my men hidden at every corner possible but I marked them as fired as I stared at the scene unfolding in front of me.

I could tell from where I stood that Juss was drunk because there was no way she would have let the bastard standing next to her stare into her breasts like that.

For the first few seconds, I clenched my hands into fists as I tried to think rationally. It was possibly a friend that joined her in drinking together though I knew all of her friends and could not remember anything about the bastard being in her files.

What if I hurt her friend and she got so upset that she went back to Mexico? How was I supposed to let her go now that she was here again?

I didn't want her to think I was the sort of person that would try caging her for the rest of her life but the moment I noticed the man trying to force himself on Juss, all rational thoughts evaporated as they got replaced by a surge of raw, unbridled anger.

With lightning speed, I was in front of the man and my fist connected with the bastard's jaw with a resounding crack.

The man staggered backwards and fell to the floor clutching his face, my men quickly stood behind me, making the other men bolt.

Not wanting to waste any more time on the i***t writing in pain on the floor, I turned to Juss and carried her up in a bridal style, ignoring her small groans of protest as I did so.

I took her to the bathroom as she requested and watched her throw up, after which I cleaned her up and carried her again.

When I got to my car, I kept her close to my body, my nerves bundling into knots as her scent filled my nose again, wafting to my brain.

She wasn't struggling to get out of my grasp anymore as she laid unconscious in my arm, possibly worn out now.

I let my eyes go all over her features, trying to prevent myself from kissing her lips and losing my self-control, I kissed her forehead and whispered, "Welcome back home, my love."