I force myself to fall to my knees, my hands on my thighs. Looking down, my voice trembles as I whisper, “I’m sorry, sir. I did not mean to speak to you that way.”

            I hear David mumble something and watch as he walks away. Fuck, I thought. What the hell am I going to do? I can’t get pregnant. I don’t want kids. Oh, God, help me.

            I keep still in my position, knowing that he’ll be back. I was right; I see his bare feet walking towards me. “Stand up,” his gruff voice commanded.

            With shaky knees, I stood up slowly, my eyes still looking at the floor. “Look at me.”

            I slowly raised my head, my eyes glistening. I could feel tears threatening to overflow.

            “I apologize profusely for losing myself in that moment. You know I would never do anything to hurt you.” His hand cupped my cheek and I leaned into his touch. “We will get this taken care of. Isn’t there a morning after pill you can take? And, tomorrow, we’re going to the doctor to get you on birth control. I can’t take any more chances of that happening again.”

            I swallowed and nodded. “Yes sir, there is a morning after pill. I’d have to get it at the pharmacy.” Why is he being so nice? This isn’t the David I know. Does he have feelings for me? No. I stopped my thoughts right there. I couldn’t let myself get my hopes up.

            “Well,” David began. “I’ll go get it for you. You dry off and get dressed.”

            “Yes sir,” I whispered, my eyes meeting the ground once again.

            He took his forefinger and put it under my chin, nudging it upwards so that I was looking at him. “Stop looking away from me. You know better than that.”

            I nodded, my eyes meeting his dark gaze. “Yes sir.”

            I stood still as I watched him walk away. I picked my towel off of the floor and wrapped it around my body, stepping into my bedroom. He was now fully dressed in his button up and dark jeans. “I’ll be back soon,” he said, as he walked out the door.

            Sighing, I sat on my bed, my head in my hands. I needed to get my feelings straightened out. I couldn’t let myself fall in love with this guy, I hardly knew him. I knew his name, and that he was a dom. That was about it. And there was no way I could be with a dominant man for a long period of time. I’m an independent woman, I make my own decisions. There’s no way I could live with someone telling me I could or could not do.

            I stood up and went into my closet, trying to decide what to wear. I wasn’t used to this, to David staying over, and definitely not used to him coming back after leaving. I decided on a tight fitting blue V-neck and white skinny jeans. After lotioning up my whole body, I slipped on my clothes.

            Not knowing what to do until David got back, I decided to make breakfast. ‘Cause that’s what the women do in these situations, right?

            I got out all the ingredients needed to make an omelet, and turned on the stove. I mindlessly mixed everything together, lost in my thoughts. David should be back any minute now with that medicine. Everything will be fine.

            Once the omelets were done, I set them out on plates on the breakfast bar. I poured two glasses of orange juice, set out some silverware and napkins, and waited for David.

            After fifteen minutes passed, I started to eat my omelet, not wanting it to get cold. I finished it ten minutes later, and he still wasn’t back. I looked at the clock, noticing that he’s been gone for over an hour. It shouldn’t take him that long; the pharmacy is right down the street.

            He wouldn’t… would he? Did he lie to me? But he was being so sweet… My lower lip started to tremble, realizing that he had stood me up. I didn’t have the money for this “morning after pill”. Oh, God. My knees buckled from underneath me, and I fell to the floor, tears starting to fall. I need help.

            I could call him, but would that make me seem needy? I didn’t want to be that girl. I didn’t need him. Who am I kidding, yes I did. He was the only way I could get that pill.

            Standing up on shaky legs, I walked to the bedroom to grab my phone. I dialed David’s number and listened to it ring.

            You’ve reached the voicemail of David Peterson. I’m sorry I was not able to answer your call, but leave a message and I will get back to you shortly.

            Shit, I mentally cursed. I hung up without leaving a message. He stood me up. Fuck, just when I thought things were going to be okay. My sadness and despair quickly turned to anger. I would just have to wait to see if I was pregnant, and if I was, then I’d have to come up with a plan. I was NOT going to have children.