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I’d have to stand my ground and keep my boundaries firm. He was clearly the alpha take-charge type, and I refused to be the simpering doormat that bowed down to his every wish.
     
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Gabriella
    We had been dating for four weeks now, and I was feeling much better than I had in the beginning. I was able to eat three meals a day now, and I rarely had to throw up, though I still had crippling bouts of nausea upon occasion. I was starting to show a little bit, and I had invested in a maternity wardrobe just last week.
    I had used some of the money Mykael had given me in the heretofore-untouched bank account, deciding it was justified as an expense for the child. I couldn’t risk losing my job because I was popping out of my shirts in an obscene fashion. I had noticed more than one person signing in and looking at my burgeoning chest with either lust or disgust over the few days before I finally gave in, so I had spent last weekend choosing a new wardrobe to ensure no one complained to my bosses.
    Tonight, I wore one of my new maternity dresses. It was a soft angora sweater dress paired with knee-high black leather boots I’d already owned. It was a cool night for the end of September, and I didn’t think the outfit would be too warm for a cruise in Mykael’s yacht around the harbor. He’d said it was just a little boat, but I didn’t think he meant a ten-foot dinghy. If his standards were anything like Wayne’s, it was probably a hundred-and-forty-foot megayacht. Either way, we would almost certainly be above deck and exposed to cold winds from the bay as we cruised around.
    My stomach grumbled with hunger, and I was happy to see the return of my appetite. The pregnancy was going smoothly, and I was feeling pretty good. My black hair was thicker than ever, with a lustrous sheen. So far, I hadn’t gotten a million zits everywhere, though I fully expected it to happen at some point.
    My breasts were a full cup-size larger now, and since I had maternity clothes and properly fitting bras that adequately supported them, I was much happier with the changes than I had been before last week. I found my tummy adorable, though I was just barely starting to show to strangers. I could see a definite difference and had been able to for a few weeks.
    And I was horny as hell. I was in the second trimester, and the pregnancy books I had read hadn’t been exaggerating the sudden need for sex all the time. It was ridiculous how much time I spent with my vibrator, wishing it was Mykael. He had made no move to touch me though.
    At first, I had thought it was because I was so miserable, and I hadn’t honestly cared too much either way. Sex had been the last thing on my mind, and the idea of having it would have been an unwelcome suggestion even from Mykael, to whom I was still frantically attracted.
    As the weeks had passed, and we had gotten closer, I had expected him to initiate some sort of physical contact. I had tried a couple of times—just simple things like taking his hand as we walked—but it didn’t take long for him to stop touching me and move away.
    I was completely puzzled and at a loss. We were supposed to be dating to see if we could make a permanent relationship last, but I didn’t see how that could be possible when he couldn’t stand to touch me. I didn’t know if it was my changing shape or something else.
    I had sworn that night we spent together that he was attracted to me in spite of his plan to use me, but now I was questioning that. Maybe he had never really wanted to have sex with me. Perhaps I had pressured him into it, and he’d felt guilty for what he had planned to do, so he had gone along with it. I would have vowed that wasn’t the case the night it happened, but now, seventeen weeks later, it was all a bit blurry and viewed through the distortion of the hormones raging through me.
    I was starting to get desperate for relief and angry he wouldn’t touch me. This was supposed to be a relaxing