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Thirty minutes later and I was at the Setai. I immediately fell in love with the hotel, it was ultra stylish, just way too beautiful for words. I gave the hotel’s receptionist my details and she told me that they were expecting me.

“Oh yes, Mr Richards told us that you would be arriving today Ms Monet. You’ll be staying in the Imperial Suite. The concierge will help you up to the penthouse. Hope you enjoy your stay with us.”

I smiled and thanked her.

The concierge carried my luggage up. I gave him fifty dollars to show my appreciation. Americans were big on tips and frowned upon non-tippers so I always tipped big. Stephen was not there when I arrived but he had left a message to inform me that he had a meeting to attend but he would be back in the evening. I took the opportunity to explore the penthouse and the more I saw of it, the more I knew that it would be hard for me to leave. It was a place where I wanted to live forever. We had an oceanfront view, it was heaven. ‘Palace in the sky’ was the perfect description for the Imperial Suite, it was beyond magnificent. Everything from the exclusive roof terrace equipped with a pool and garden, down to the black granite flooring was immaculate. As they say in Spanish, esto es lo que yo llamo la buena vida! (This is what I call the good life!)

The penthouse cost about thirty thousand dollars per night and we had it booked for fourteen days, I mean you do the math. Stephen was balling big time! I made a mental note to ask him what type of business he was into because I wanted in. I needed a new way of keeping my money up. I wanted out of the escort business but didn’t want to see my money slipping. Not having any money was not right, it was a no go, a major failure. It was time for me to start thinking differently. After the holiday I needed to plan my next move carefully, that I knew for sure.

I was starving so I ordered room service. Stephen was still not back yet and I had been there for five hours by myself. My eyes were beginning to feel heavy, the effects of the long flight were taking its toll on me but I fought off the sleep. I wanted to be awake when Stephen got back, so I stripped down and sat out in the pool to keep myself occupied. The oceanfront view was stunning. I loved the smell of the ocean and combined with the sound of the waves it was absolutely tranquil. I closed my eyes and dreamed of what life could have been like with Cameron if that bitch Jasmina had just kept her big mouth shut.

When I opened my eyes I was shocked to see Stephen standing over me. “Oh my gosh, how long have you been standing there for?” I asked, using my hands to cover up my bare breasts. He just laughed.

“You don’t have to cover up, I was enjoying the view.”

I was so embarrassed. I was about to jump out of the pool and reached for the towel by the edge of the pool when Stephen placed his hands over mine to stop me. “Don’t end the party before it has even started Rose,” he said, taking off his suit and joining me in the pool. Stephen was so damn sexy, the sight of his naked body next to me had my temperature rising. He grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him, he placed gentle kisses over my lips, my neck and my collar bone before moving down to my breasts. He eliminated all elements of sleepiness from my body. I was wide awake and ready to receive his loving.

Stephen whispered into my ears, “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

“Fuck me real hard baby, make me cum.”

He smiled and pushed my legs apart then lifted me up slightly, giving him easier access to my prized jewel. I gasped, allowing a soft moan to escape my lips as he thrust his cock deep inside me.

He groaned with pleasure as he pushed his hardness in and out of me.

“Aaaah your pussy feels so good Rose.”

He started off slowly but quickly increased his speed, the faster he moved the deeper his thrusts were. I loved the way he felt inside me and clenched my pussy muscles against his dick to maximise the pleasure. I rocked my hips to his rhythm, matching him thrust for thrust. I felt Stephen’s body tighten up.

I dug my nails deep into his back and wailed in ecstasy, “Ooohh ahhhh I’m cominggggggg,” as he shot a full load of cum into my hot pussy.

Stephen slapped my ass and told me to get ready. “The night life here is crazy! You’ll love it,” he said and helped me out the pool. I had a quick shower and decided to wear one of my Proenza Schouler dresses. I stood in front of the mirror adding a few finishing touches.

“You look beautiful,” Stephen said, pleased with the effort I had made.

“Thank you, you don’t look half bad yourself.” I was ready to see what Miami had to offer.

It did not take long for us to reach our destination. It was literally only about twenty streets away from us. We ended up at the LIV nightclub at the Fontainebleau beach hotel. We stepped out the car and Stephen threw his keys to the Valet.

“Look after my baby man,” he said, referring to his Lambo. He tipped him and we headed into the club.

Stephen and I had our own private party in one of the skyboxes overlooking the main dance floor. The club had a good vibe, the music was pumping and people were bumping and grinding hard to the beats. I often caught them looking up in our direction, they probably wished that they were in our position but I envied them. I would have loved to have had the freedom that they had. You know dancing freely on the dance floor, having a ball of a time. The thing is after a while the novelty of VIP inside a club wears off. There is only so much champagne one can pop and then what? I was at that stage in my life too, the ‘what next’ stage. I had so many questions with no answers and to say I was confused would have been an understatement.

For the next couple of weeks it was basically the same thing. Stephen went to handle his business early in the morning and didn’t return till late in the evening, so the only time we really spent together was in the night. I wanted to occupy my days by sightseeing, taking a boat tour of Star Island, swimming with the dolphins, checking out the endangered species at Everglades. I wanted the opportunity to simply chill and laze out on South Beach soaking up the sun but Stephen was adamant that I stayed in the penthouse and didn’t leave without him. My days were lonely but he had paid for my services and I had to oblige. I wasn’t there to have my own fun. I was there for show, the perfect eye candy for him to show off and prance around town with like a trophy.

We would hit the clubs, come back to the penthouse and have sex. One evening I attended a charity event at the Versace Mansion with Stephen and I won a brand new digital camcorder from the raffle tickets I purchased. Soon after, Stephen was eager for us to return to the hotel so we could put the camera in motion. I on the other hand was not so thrilled about being filmed in action. The idea didn’t sit right with me but Stephen promised that it was my camera and I could delete it if I did not like what I saw so I agreed.

Afterwards he played the recording back to me and I have to admit that seeing myself being fucked on camera turned me on a great deal. I felt so energised and geared up after watching it that we ended up fucking for five hours straight afterwards.

Looking back I don’t know how Stephen did it, he hardly ever slept for more than a couple of hours each night but he was always full of energy. This might sound peculiar but when Stephen and I slept together at night, it was nice. Even though we were not actually a real couple, having the same person holding me night after night felt good, even if it was all make believe. Being with him made me realise what I was missing. I had been lonely for too long and a part of me was hoping that the holiday would never come to an end. Going home meant more loneliness. Although Stephen was only really available at night, at least he had been there and that was something. Back home there was nothing or nobody but me, myself, and I, and I wasn’t in a rush to get back.

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When we got back to London, Stephen paid out the other seventy grand
as promised. I paid Isabella her twenty percent and kept the remaining fifty six thousand. I had made a whopping one hundred and twelve thousand in total but was still unhappy. From the moment I got back from Miami I was not the same, my period was two weeks late and everything about me felt different. Overwhelmed with a huge sense of nostalgia, I missed the place so badly. I wanted to relive those magical moments of waking up to the serene view of the ocean every morning. In a weird kind of way, I also missed Stephen. I think I was in love with the idea of someone loving me enough to hold me tight at night and never letting go.

Three weeks after the trip I found myself comfort eating and ate and ate and ate, like there was no tomorrow. My waistline and derriere began expanding but I didn’t really take much notice of the weight gain, until the day I tried on a pair of jeans and I couldn’t do up the button. I convinced myself that they probably shrunk in the wash and grabbed another pair. Much to my dismay, the second pair was even tighter than the first ones I tried on. That was the wake-up call I needed and I immediately decided to sign up for Pilates again. However things did not go as planned. About twenty minutes back into my first Pilates class, I felt the room spinning, the instructor’s voice became muffled and, before I knew it, my body gave way.

When I woke up I was in hospital, I had drips and all sorts of tubes attached to me. The nurse told me that she needed to take more blood from me and that they were still carrying out checks to identify what brought on the syncope.

“Syncope”, I repeated. “What is that?”

“Oh I’m sorry Miss Jones. I didn’t mean to scare you. Syncope is the medical term for fainting. One of the doctors will be along to see you shortly once we have all the results.”

I despised hospitals and laying in one with the possibility of something being seriously wrong with me left me feeling scared and helpless. It also reinforced the fact that I could not carry on living without any contact with my family. Praying that I would be okay, I promised myself that, as soon as I was discharged, I would go and see my mum. It had been way too long, I hadn’t seen her since my failed wedding to Cameron, the shame had been too much to bear.

Several hours later one of the doctors came to see me.

“How are you holding up Miss Jones?”

“I’m feeling a little tired but I’m okay I guess.”

He smiled at me trying to put my mind at ease, “That is to be expected, you will find that you may suffer from fatigue a little more often now. You are pregnant Miss Jones.”

“Pregnant, that’s not possible.”

He laughed, “It is six weeks possible. Once your temperature goes down, your release papers will be signed and you are free to go.”

I still doubted what I was hearing, “Are you sure doctor?”

He nodded, “You are one hundred percent pregnant. The results will be referred to your GP. I suggest you book an appointment with him straight away. I have to go now but I’ll try to see you before you leave.”

I could not believe that I was pregnant. I was told that I would never be able to have a baby, so to actually be pregnant was somewhat a miracle. I remembered one of the girls at Precision telling me that ‘some people get blessed doing the wrong things’. At the time I found it hard to fathom what she was saying but this was the perfect example. After all the madness I had been through, I was being blessed with the most precious gift in the world. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was absolutely happy but my joy soon turned bitter sweet.

Upon leaving the hospital I felt too drained to walk down five flights of stairs, so naturally I decided to wait for the lift. When the doors to the lift opened, I was frozen in a state of shock. It was like seeing a ghost, at first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but that was not the case, she was real. It was definitely her, the very same bitch who destroyed my life was now trying to save lives.

Jasmina was standing right in front of me. My whole body was burning up, I was filled with rage. She evoked so much hate in me, my initial reaction was to lash out and throttle the shit out of her but my legs would not move. The doors slid shut and, just like that, she was gone. What hurt the most was the fact that I did not do anything about it. I could not risk harming the baby so I just let her walk away again.

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A couple of days went by before I decided to call Stephen and tell him the
news. I had no idea about how he would react but he was the father and he had the right to know.

“Hey Stephen, it is Rose,” I said, nervously.

“Hi Rose, how are you doing?”

I couldn’t keep it in so I blurted out, “I’m pregnant with your baby.”

He paused for a while then replied, “You don’t seriously expect me to believe that it is mine?”

“Look, I understand why you have your doubts but you are the only person I have been with within the past six weeks.”

“Well forgive me, forgive me for not taking the word of the town whore as gospel. Even if it is mine, and that is a very big IF, I want nothing to do with it.”

“You bloody bastard, how dare you? That ‘it’ you are referring to is my baby and whether you like it or not, I’m going to have this baby.”

“This will ruin everything, you cannot have it,” he yelled.

I slammed the phone down and paced back and forth on my balcony in an attempt to calm myself down. Stress was the last thing I needed, especially at such an early stage into my pregnancy. I was going to do this shit and nobody was going to stop me from having my little miracle.