Boss Fuck

chapter 25's

Still with herry talking on his phone, Chris lowered his head and looked at his flat stomach. Just wait for the time and a baby of Wijaya descent will be there. She will be carrying a baby.

She promised to be a good mother and stopped swearing in front of her child. The promise of a woman who has just been fertilized!

"chris," Herry's voice rang out, making him wake up from the daydream. "until Monday."

chris nodded like an idiot, feeling like there was a herry talking before him.

"Yes, I'll see you Monday."

Then both herry and chris cut off their phone.

herry POVs

"herry, let's continue the conversation."

I turned my head when I heard the sound of herno— and damn, she managed to surprise me as she stood right behind me. Since when? Did he hear me talk to Chris?

"You peeking at me?"

"Not yet." he grinned. Looks stupid. Fucking stupid with his gaze that was between my crotch.

I put my pants up and walked behind him. I had just urinated, after herno made me hold her for a few minutes because she kept talking at length this morning. And that opportunity I used to call Chris, and I hope he doesn't know that I just called him with his buttons and zippers open.

herno told me to sit on the couch and act like a big boss. Damn, this is the advantage of a brother, can be a messenger and bad mother always asked me to obey whatever his orders.hery wijaya must be a good sister, he said.

"Are you going to kill mom and dad?"

This is what I've been talking about since morning; an assassination attempt I'm going to do with my father and mother. He called me in the morning blind, forced me to leave chris sleeping in bed with me, and held off urinating for a few minutes just to listen to this useless talk.

"You shouldn't know about this."

My back rests on the sofa behind me. Right now I'm inside my apartment, herno specifically asked me to meet here. He reasoned that he did not want this conversation to be heard by his father and mother.

"So you're planning to hide this from me? From mom and dad?" herno walked back and forth in front of me.

And for the answer to that question; yes, indeed. I never intended to involve my family in my business with Chris. Fuck, it's just about making babies not a place to approach a woman through sex— my family does not want to know about this.

And Kelvin managed to leak it to herno, who probably only waited a few more hours until my dad and mom found out. God fucking.

"Oh, you crazy punk." brother herno fucking swearing in front of me. "What do you think I'll do if I see my niece later? Pretend you don't recognize him?"

"Do it." I yawned, then lay on the couch.

"Maybe I'd rather give birth to a kitten if I knew what you were doing right now, herr." I saw herno's sister walking violently towards the kitchen. Take a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator and drink it quickly.

"Stop talking a lot" I said lazily. Yeah, I'm lazy to follow her words.

herno's brother came back to me. "I've heard of that woman before, and I didn't expect that in the end the man who became the donor****** was my own sister."

"Chris and I have some rules in our contract, including custody" herno laughed, maybe for him it sounds funny because I have to do a contract just to make a baby.

"I don't mind if the boy will be under chris's full responsibility, because that's his main goal."

"herry." herno pulled my shirt collar, asked me to get up but it was like trying to strangle my neck or throw my body against the wall hard. "Listen to me, this is going to be a conversation between a father-to-be and a man who will soon be a father-to-be like you."

Fuck, his words just make me want to laugh out loud.

I sat as I wished. "Yes, I'll listen to it."

"You should know what it's like to hear your woman yelling 'I'm pregnant!' and hugged you tightly. It's even crazier than when our favorite football club became world champions!"

"Good, I think there's no difference between the sensation of a footballer breaking into his opponent's goal with the sensation of a man breaking into his woman's goal."

And then herno hit me on the head with a sofa pillow. Hard enough to make me stop myself from scolding her. This is what made me when I was seven years old to ask my mother to give birth to me first instead of herniated sister, so that I could do the same to her.

Actually he was a good brother, I am his beloved sister and I am quite proud. It's just that he's always like this if he gets too involved in my problems. This morning he turned into a temperamental older brother.

"herry," herno said with a deep breath. "I swear you'll want the baby. However, the bond between father and son is no less great than the bond between mother and child. You'll love that baby even while it's still in its mother's womb."

herno spoke with his serious face, both eyes staring intently. It's exactly like when he taught me maths while in elementary school, his face was incredibly serious.

I snorted, then said, "You're not even a father yet. You don't have to teach me much about babies or even mothers. I swear this is just about helping a woman to get pregnant, and I'll be hands off after."

Yes, I promise.

Promise of a man who donates his sperm, not a man who will soon become a father.