Wait, Aliens Are Hot?

Chapter Two

I shook my head, choosing to ignore him and his antics.

Looking out of the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but admire how good he looked with a pair of sunglasses and a cigarette. He was so James Dean.

He noticed me staring at him and gave a crooked smile.

Walking ahead once again, he led me down the street to his apartment building. Putting out his cigarette, he held the door open for me as I entered the lobby. We walked straight to the elevator.

We reached his room quickly and he got out his keys, unlocking the front door to his apartment.

"I ordered pizza," he told me as he went into the kitchen that was attached to a sitting area and got a beer for himself. I said down on the couch.

"You're drinking already," I said with a sneer, "what time is it?" I asked.

"Almost 6."

'What?" I chocked out. Those bastards. They left me in the hole longer than a night. Try nearly twenty-four hours.

"So tell me, how was it in that hole?" He joked, "did you have fun?"

I gave him a blank expression, "Just as much fun as I have being around you."

He sucked in a breath and gave me that boyish smile again, "Ooh, ouch."

Just then there was a knock at the door. He sat his beer down on the counter and moved to answer the door. He came back to the kitchen with two large boxes of pizza. The smell sent my mouth watering.

I immediately got up and followed him to the kitchen table.

I stole two pieces of pizza and, laying down on the couch, stacked them on top of each other and scarfed them down as one slice. I moaned at the taste.

"I take it you like pizza?"

My eyes were closed as I wholly enjoyed the pizza, "Oh yes."

"Damn, if you eat like this now I wonder how you'll be in three months when you have to feed two people."

I ignored the start of his comment, shocked by the second half, "What do you mean I have to feed two people in three months?"

"I mean when you're pregnant?"

I sat up and stared at him with big eyes, "I have to be pregnant in three months?"

"Yes?" He asked with his eyebrows knitted together, confused that I didn't already know. "Didn't they tell you that when you got here?" he was speaking through a mouthful of pizza.

"They told me I would have to have a baby with you, yes, but they never told me it would be in three fucking months!" My voice rose as I continued speaking.

"Oh," he smiled, "Well you do."

My face turned to one of horror as I realized that I was going to have to carry this asshole's child.

"I won't do it."

His expression became a smirk again, "What, you don't want to have my kid?" Roger asked, somehow finding my reaction enjoyable.

"No, I don't actually. That's the last thing I want to do."

He continued, unaffected, "Doesn't matter, the elders are pretty diligent. If they have to knock you out and impregnate you in a lab, believe me, they will."

I was beginning to feel faint. I could not believe what I was hearing. Knock me out? 

Oh, God.