Missing parts

"Are you all set?" Paul asked me.

I ignored him and placed my bag on my shoulder. I pushed my swivel chair under the table and walked towards the glass door. I turned the lights off and walked past Paul. He followed me to the elevator and he pressed the down button. I checked my watch and it showed thirty minutes past six. I was required to go overtime because a lot of paperworks was due today. When the elevator door opened I walked in and Paul followed. He pressed the letter B and I was about to press the number one button but he spoke.

"I parked in the basement," Paul said, his eyes on me.

I answered him with a scowl. I pressed the number one button and did not say a word to him. Paul was standing on my left side and I was near the elevator buttons on the right. The elevator moved and started to go down from the 6th floor. I glanced at the buttons as the number lit up for the first floor. The elevator door opened and Paul positioned his hands to block my way. Then he pressed the button for close. I glared at him.

When the elevator closed, I looked up to him and asked, "What is wrong with you?"

"It's Friday," Paul said, then the elevator opened in the basement, "I'm giving you a ride home."

He held the elevator door for me and motioned me to go out first. I sighed and walked out. I moved slowly because I did not know where he parked. A black car to our right beeped and we went inside his Maserati.

"Does Timothy like sweets?" Paul asked as we left the parking lot.

"All kids love sweets, Paul," I told him, "And you are not going to deal with his sugar rush once it starts so don't bother."

"I'll take you both out of town tomorrow." Paul said as he watched the traffic light.

"We talked about this?" I reminded him.

"About what?" Paul turned to me, "You decided everything two years ago. You did not even bother to hear what I wanted to say at that time. But it's different now. We have Timothy."

"You didn't even know about his existence a week ago," I tried to reason with Paul, "Why did you even visit me after that dinner?"

Paul stepped on the gas and made a sharp left turn in the wrong direction. He went down to a basement parking lot of a building. The tire screeched and then he parked perfectly and turned to me.

"Why? Because I love you, that's why!" Paul said, his teeth clenched, "I tried to hate you and then I dated a lot of women who fucking looked like you. And then I ended up disliking them because they're not you. Do you have any idea what happened to me when you broke up with me?"

I covered my hands on my face because I could not take the pain in Paul's eyes. Then I sobbed. I heard his seatbelt unlock, then he hugged me. I unlocked my seatbelt and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry, baby," I uttered as I rested my head on Paul's right chest. Paul's embrace tightened as I said those words. I did not know how long we were in that position but Paul eventually turned the engine off and opened his door. He bent down again because I did not move.

"Do you want to stay here at the parking lot?" Paul asked, then he smirked at me.

"You said you're taking me home?" I asked him as I scanned the cars outside.

"Well, this is where I live?" Paul stated then he closed his door and then he made his way over to me and opened my door.

"Paul? Timothy is waiting?" I reminded him while I got out of the car.

"I know," Paul answered, then he closed my door and locked his car, "We'll just talk then we'll go home."

When we reached his floor, Paul typed in his door passcode and closed the door. Then he carried and kissed me while he walked. I stopped kissing him back when I felt the coldness of his bedsheets.

"The bed is cold," I told him and I hung on to his neck. He told his smart home assistant to turn the temperature up a bit then Paul licked my jaw. He paused and gazed down at me.

"Two agonizing years?" He shook his head, then he kissed my neck. Our eyes were locked on each other as he slowly took all of his clothes off then he took all of my clothes off afterwards. He lifted both my hands and locked it using his left hand. My five foot six height had no match with Paul's six feet height. His big hands could definitely lock my hands in place. Then he licked and sucked each of my breasts. I had no choice but to wrap my legs around him.

"Paul?" I squirmed so he would let my hands go but he ignored me.

"No," Paul said as he licked my right nipple. He used his right hand and played with my hair down there then he slowly inserted his forefinger inside me. I let out a cry. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, "You have no idea how long I dreamed for this day to come." Then he let my hands go and replaced his finger with his tongue.

"Oh my gosh, Paul!" I said as I gripped the bed sheets. Then Paul licked me playfully and I felt my self getting wet. Then I gasped when he inserted his fullness in me, "Paul!" I panicked because we don't have contraception.

"Fuck, why are you so tight after Timothy?" Paul asked, "Sorry, ahh…" then he buried himself deeper inside me.

"Paul, I can't get pregnant again." I told him. Then he stopped.

"Why not?" He asked with a scowl.

"Because my parents will kill me!" I yelled at him.

He gave out a heavy sigh and got a condom from his bedside drawer. He put it on and entered me again. Then he buried himself deeper within me and started his rhythm. I wrapped my legs around him as he came in and out of me.

"I love you," Paul uttered in every thrust, "I never stopped loving you." Then he started to move faster.

My mouth opened and it was getting hard to breathe. I was getting dizzy because of Paul's speed, "Paul!" I called out his name then we both reached our climax. He slowed down and I closed my eyes. I wanted this euphoria to fill every missing part of my being.

I opened my eyes because Paul gave me a smack kiss, "You never said you love me?" Paul's self-doubt was all over his face.

I wrapped my arms on his neck then pulled him closer to me, "Well, I kept a part of you inside me for nine months. And I've been taking care of him for two years. That's how I love you."

Paul's eyes started to tear up then he lowered himself to me and kissed me.