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One and Done: The Deliciously Vengeful Pregnancy Pact

Chapter One: One Night of Freedom

Charlotte lay in her plush, king-sized bed, staring up at the ceiling. The digital clock on her nightstand read 2:34 AM, the glowing red numbers a harsh contrast to the darkness of her bedroom. She sighed, rolling over onto her side and pulling the silky sheets up to her chin.

Despite the coolness of the air conditioning, Charlotte was drenched in sweat. Her mind raced with thoughts of him - Reece, the man she had shared a one-night stand with months ago. She couldn't stand him, but she couldn't forget him either. No matter how hard she tried, the memories of their encounter lingered in her mind, haunting her and keeping her up at night.

With a frustrated growl, Charlotte threw the sheets off of her and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up, stretching her arms above her head and letting out a deep breath. She needed to clear her head, to wash away the memories that clung to her like a stubborn stain.

She padded down the hallway to the bathroom, turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature to her liking. As the hot water cascaded down her body, she closed her eyes and let out a sigh of contentment. The water soothed her, calming her racing mind and helping her to relax.

But just as she was starting to drift off, she heard a knock on the door. Charlotte's eyes snapped open, and she frowned. Who could be at her apartment at this hour? She turned off the shower, wrapping a towel around her body and walking to the door.

She peered through the peephole, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw who it was. Reece, standing on her doorstep with a smug grin on his face. Charlotte's mind raced - what was he doing here? She had made it clear that their encounter was a one-time thing, that she had no interest in seeing him again.

But as she stood there, dripping wet and dressed only in a towel, she felt a spark of attraction. She pushed it away, reminding herself that this was a business transaction. She had offered Reece one night of freedom, and he had come to collect.

She opened the door, fixing him with a cold glare. "You have 12 hours," she said, her voice clipped and direct. "Do whatever you want, but I won't go easy on you."

Reece's grin widened, and he stepped closer to her. He was dressed only in a pair of jeans, and Charlotte couldn't help but notice the toned muscles of his chest and abs. She felt her resolve weakening, but she pushed the thought away.

Reece reached out, brushing a strand of wet hair away from Charlotte's face. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you," he said, his voice low and seductive.

Charlotte's heart pounded in her chest as Reece stepped closer, invading her personal space. She could feel the heat radiating off of his body, and she fought the urge to step back. Instead, she held her ground, meeting his gaze with a steely determination.

Reece's hand moved to Charlotte's towel, and she tensed as he began to undo the knot. "There's no need for a condom," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm already carrying your baby."

Reece's hand stilled, and Charlotte saw a flash of surprise in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced with a hungry look, and he pulled Charlotte close, crushing his lips against hers. Charlotte tried to resist, but she found herself getting swept up in the moment. She pushed him away playfully, calling him a "smug bastard".

Reece laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He picked Charlotte up, carrying her to the bedroom and tossing her onto the bed. The next 12 hours were a whirlwind of passion and pleasure, Reece exploring every inch of Charlotte's body and she responding in kind. They tried every position imaginable, and Charlotte found herself climaxing again and again.

By the morning, Charlotte could barely walk. Reece, satisfied, cummed on Charlotte's face, tits and inside her. As he got dressed to leave, Charlotte couldn't help but feel a sense of regret. She knew she'd never be able to forget this night, no matter how much she wanted to.

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