As they were talking, the doorbell rang. Leonard knew who were knocking and went to open the door for them. When he opened the door, it was five of his friends, as he expected.
"Happy birthday, Leonard!" His friends cheered as they entered, carrying gifts and bottles of champagne. The room was quickly filled with more friends. They settled in, ready to celebrate with him.
Daniella played the perfect hostess, ensuring that everyone had a drink and felt comfortable even though she was pregnant. They didn't waste time in lightening the cake and wishing him well when he brewed it. Soon, the party kicked into high gear, and Leonard's friends took turns sharing funny stories and toasting to his health and happiness.
After a few rounds of drinks, someone suggested playing a game to lighten things up. "How about we play 'Never Have I Ever'?" One of Leonard's friends suggested, with a mischievous grin on his face.
The group agreed, and they gathered in a circle, each person holding a drink. The rules were simple: one person would make a statement starting with "Never have I ever," and anyone who had done the activity would take a sip of their drink.
As the game continued, the questions became more intense. After the game, the music was turned up. They danced with reckless abandon, but Daniella and Leonard rocked a slow, mellow dance together.
Soon, the party began to wind down. Leonard's friends gradually started to leave, each person giving him a hug and wishing him a happy birthday before leaving.
Soon, all his friends left, leaving two of them all alone in the luxurious apartment, surrounded by the remnants of the celebration.
Leonard walked over to Daniella and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Thank you for making my birthday so special." He whispered so close into her ear that she could feel his hot breath. Daniella smiled and turned to face him, her eyes locking onto his.
"Now that the party is over. Why don't you come with me to the bed so I can return the favor in another way?" Leonard offered, and she hung her arm around his neck.
"Why don't we clean up this place first?" Daniella asked.
"Don't worry about it. I don't want you to stress yourself. You know you are pregnant with my child. I will take care of it tomorrow morning."
"That's so lovely of you."
"Can we go now?" Desmond said.
"Lead the way." Daniella gave him her hand, and he took her to his room.
Just as Leonard was about to kiss Daniella, her phone suddenly rang. She checked the phone and murmured. It was Desmond. She hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Hey, Desmond." She answered, trying to sound casual. "What's up?"
"I have been calling you since evening, and you are not picking up. Are you okay?" He asked.
"Oh! Sorry. I don't know. You know, the noise. I didn't know you were calling. I'm so sorry."
"I came back from work, and I didn't see you. Now it's late, and you are not yet home. What is keeping you? You should be home by now."
Daniella glanced over at Leonard, who was now almost naked. The only thing remaining on his body was his shorts.
She knew that she had to come up with a convincing excuse. "Actually, my friend wants me to stay over. She's not feeling too well, and I don't want to leave her alone."
"Really? You are staying over because your friend is not feeling well? What kind of excuse are you giving me? This is not what we discussed. Tell her that you won't stay and start coming back."
"Sorry, but I can't do that." Daniella replied. "She's a good friend to me. I'm all alone with her. I can't just leave her like that. I will come back tomorrow morning, okay?" She said, but Desmond stood his ground.
"No, it's not okay. I need you home. We never discussed staying over. You are a pregnant woman. I allowed you, and now you are talking of staying over."
"It's late. I can't drive at night." Daniella said, hoping it will resolve the issue.
"You know what? Send me the location, and I will come pick you up."
Daniella's heart began to race in fear. She knew that she mustn't let Desmond come to Leonard's apartment. That would be a disaster. She quickly turned off her location so he wouldn't be able to track her if he wanted to. "No, Desmond. I will come back tomorrow. I don't have any problem staying here."
As she spoke, Leonard began to remove her accessories. His eyes were never leaving hers. He could sense the tension in her body. Without a word, he began to undress her, his hands moving slowly over her skin.
Daniella tried to focus on the conversation, but it was getting increasingly difficult. Leonard's touch was sending shivers down her spine. He carried her while he talked and laid her on the bed.
He went on to spread her legs so he could have enough space to do what he wanted to do.
"The kitchen is empty. What am I going to eat?" Desmond asked…
"Ohhh! Fuck!" She moaned when she felt Leonard's warm tongue touch her flesh.
"What is that?" Desmond asked in curiosity.
"Oh! I hit my leg somewhere, but it's okay." That was all she could quickly come up with, and she hoped he would buy it.
"You can order food. I don't think it's a problem." She added.
As they continued to talk, Leonard was busy sucking her off. She tried to muffle her moans as she talked to Desmond. All she wanted from Desmond at that moment was to hang up. Leonard was sucking her deep, driving her crazy. She was finding it hard to concentrate.
After a couple of minutes, he stopped and removed his shorts. He climbed up and kneeled behind her face. He grabbed his rod with his hand and began to fling it over her face and mouth. She knew what she wanted, but she needed to hang up to handle it.
"Desmond, I have to go now. My friend needs me urgently. Let me take care of something important," she said. Only if Desmond knew what she was talking about.
"Fine, but be careful." Desmond re.
"Yes, I will." Daniella said and hung up. Just as she dropped her phone, Leonard slid his dick into her mouth, and she began to suck him.
"Yeah, suck it, baby!" He groaned as she handled him with care. It was a sloppy one that ended quickly. They made love as much as they liked while Desmond lay on his bed all alone.
Who could tell him that his fiancée was making love with another man, and they were also mocking him? Who will also tell him that the child he was caring for was not his? Will he ever find out?