Ain't Your Bitch (Interracial Urban Erotica)(150)

"Of course! Go to her now, call me later tonight. I have to make some calls and get my lawyers over here."

Max stands up and shakes his dad's hand. He feels tired; the weight of  his shoulders heavier than it's ever been, but for the first time in his  life, he feels like he can bear it.



Tiffany's favorite way to de-stress lately has been to take long baths  and read romance novels. Her tummy pokes up over the water, and so do  her swollen breasts, but the warm water and soothing sound of meditation  music playing on a small radio on the sink melts her worries away.

Today has been one of the few days where almost nothing has gone wrong. A  flutter in her stomach gets her attention, and when she places her hand  on her skin she feels her daughter kicking and giggles. "One day,  you'll be in my arms," she says with a peaceful smile on her face.

Tiffany hears the front door to the apartment open. "Tiffany!" Max shouts.

"I'm in here!"

He opens the bathroom door and she screams, pulling the shower curtain  across to hide her body, but it's too late. Max caught a glimpse of her  breasts and stands staring at her for a moment with his cheeks red.

"Max!" Tiffany whines. "What do you want?"

"He wants us to move in!" Max jumps with glee and goes to the side of  the tub, getting down on his knees. "Dad wants you to move in with us,  and he wants me to be the CEO for his company!"

Tiffany raises an eyebrow. "Doesn't that require the permission of the shareholders?"

Max shrugs.

"Isn't that something the CEO should know?"

Irritated, Max hits his hand on the tub. "I'm offering you a better life! Why are you acting like this?"         

     



 

Seeing the hurt in his eyes, Tiffany sighs. "I'm not trying to be  negative, I'm trying to be realistic. I am happy for you, but I don't  understand – "

"Dad said he was going to help me."

"Why is he giving you the position?"

Max pauses, his face going white. "I had forgotten." Slumping against  the wall, he swallows hard. "He has pancreatic cancer, and the stress  from work could make it worse."

Tiffany gasps, a hand going up to cover her mouth. Knowing that she's  worried for his dad makes her even sexier, nude with her red hair up in a  lazy bun. Her eyes start to water.

"He might be okay, he says, but I think it would be good for him if we take him up on his offer. To move in, I mean."

"I'm not sure, Max." Tiffany shakes her head, looking up. "You don't  need me there. We're not a couple or anything. You can move back and  just..."

"Just send you child support?" His voice cracks. Powerful emotions swirl  in his green eyes, the same abandonment and pain she's seen him deal  with thousands of times before. "I thought we were having fun. I thought  you liked me."

What? Is Max trying to say he likes her too? Is this some kind of  cryptic way to confess his feelings? She has to admit that Max has been  treating her as more than just a friend, and the charged looks he gives  her sometimes leaves her unable to do anything but blush. Still, she was  under the impression they would never be anything more than two people  who had a child.

A sudden urge to reach out and kiss Max overwhelms her. Max looks up at  her and sees the strange look in her eyes. "Tiffany, please move in with  me. I'll give you a separate room if you hate me that much."

"I don't hate you, Max." Her voice is deep, lusty. Tears well up in her  eyes. If he's tricking her, she'll kick his ass, but she never stopped  loving him. Not once.

Max watches as the tears fall down her cheeks. Reaching out, he wipes a  tear away. Her skin is so smooth, so perfect, without any blemishes.  Unable to control himself anymore, he moves his hand to the back of her  neck and kisses her, hard. His lips press against hers in ways she's  only dreamed of.

Her bones ache to be touched by him, more than this. She presses into  him, drawing his kisses deeper. They both shift so that both of Max's  hands are cradling her head in the deepest, most passionate kiss she has  ever had.

They break away so that Tiffany can catch a gasp of air, but she throws  herself at him, tossing her arms around her neck. Her wet breasts press  against his t-shirt, soaking him as her nipples stiffen. They pull away  again, and the words pour out of Tiffany's mouth like sweet wine, "I  love you, Maxim Cooper. I always have, and I always will."

The astonishment on his face melts into a smile, and tears fall down his  face now. Knowing that someone he's grown to love as much as he loves  Tiffany could return the emotion warms him. Charlotte never said those  words to him, never dared to show any warm emotions for him. The frantic  desire for acceptance, the need for immediate love gives away to  something slower. Max, his whole body hot, pulls the mother of his child  closer for one last kiss before he stands up.

He aches to touch her more, to explore her body and kiss her breasts and  her stomach and every inch of her. She aches to be given the love she's  desired for so long. Still, he pulls away from her grasp. "I promised  to tell Dad if you said yes. I'll be right back."

He leaves the room, and Tiffany leans back into the warm water. Her book  is soaked and floating on top of the bath, but she doesn't care. Her  heart is fluttering, her lips tingling. Everything feels good. The whole  world feels good.

She hears her love talking on the phone and picks up her book, trying to  shake the water from it. Reaching for the soap, she quickly washes  under her arms and then her intimate parts.

When she looks down, she lets loose a blood curdling scream. Max runs  into the room, nearly slipping on the water he dripped when he left.  "What's wrong?"

She just screams again, trying to get out of the tub and away from the  water. Max looks inside the tub and sees something that makes his blood  go cold.

The water is red.





12



The emergency room has, for a moment, found a peaceful silence. Alis  Monroe, the nurse behind the receptionist desk takes a moment to smell  the daisies her boyfriend brought in earlier in the day and rearrange  the files of the last three people to come in.

The second she closes her filing cabinet, the peace is gone as Max and  Tiffany rush in. Max's green eyes look wild, and they're both breathing  heavily as he holds Tiffany up. "Help! She's bleeding!"

Seeing that the woman is very pregnant, Alis leaps up and grabs them  both, leading them down the hallway. She yells to get a doctor to room  409 as soon as possible, then turns to Tiffany. "Is there any pain?  Contractions?"

Tiffany shakes her head with a gulp of air. "No- no, nothing at all."

"Did you fall on anything?"

"No."

"Has she been taking any aspirin or pain meds in the last few days,  sir?" Alis looks at both of them quickly to judge whether or not  domestic violence was likely. The man seemed as worried as the woman,  and there were no bruises visible on her.

"No- I don't think so. Tiffany?"

Tiffany just shakes her head again before she lays back on the examining  table at the behest of Alis, who turns to Max. "Doctor Apfel will be in  soon. Stay calm, help her breathe. We're going to take care of you.  That there's no pain lowers the chance of it being a miscarriage this  late into the pregnancy."

Knowing that miscarriage is less likely does put Max at ease, but just  hearing the word after trying his hardest to think about anything but  miscarriage makes his stomach twist. He bites his bottom lip before  taking Tiffany's hands. I have to be here for her. She needs me now. He  wants nothing more than to scream his head off and call a therapist, but  right now isn't about him.

"Breathe slowly with me, Tiffany. You heard the nurse, everything might  be just fine." They breathe slowly together. Checking the door every few  seconds, Max grows impatient. When is Dr. Apfel going to get here?  Doesn't she know we have an emergency?

As if he had called her, the gray haired doctor bursts in. She takes  blood and then takes Tiffany to do a sonogram. The doctor tries to tell  Max to stay in the waiting room, but he refuses. "I'm not letting go of  her hands until I know she's alright."

Dr. Apfel nods. "I have to do this quick, though. Every second is  important here." Lifting up the t shirt that Tiffany threw on before  they ran out the door, she slathers the cold jelly on her stomach and  the screen comes to life.

"The good news is, she's still alive." Tiffany lets out a sob and covers her eyes.



Max holds Tiffany's hands until Dr. Apfel returns to the examining room.  Then he stands up. "What is it? Is Tiffany going to be okay? Is the  baby okay? Do we need to induce labor? Are we going to have a premature  baby?" A million questions pour from Max's mouth until Dr. Apfel holds  up a slender hand. She then turns to Tiffany.

"You are going to be fine. You have a benign polyp in your uterus, and  that's what's bleeding. It might happen again before you give birth, it  might not; if you start bleeding again you should call me. Until then,  you're restricted to bed rest. You're already at risk for miscarriage,  we don't want to exaggerate that risk. Everything's going to be fine,  okay?"