That wasn’t supposed to happen…
The knowledge of being in love with him really shocked the hell out of me because you can’t fall in love with someone so fast, right? In fact, you can’t have those feelings with someone you were just having sex with, who never made any kind of commitment to you in the first place.
And yet, here I was, pregnant, alone, and in love with a guy who may never love me back.
My life has always been complicated, even more so now. My father hates that I became pregnant, though I don’t care about that. Losing my virginity to Enzo was way better than losing it to Salvatore, and I’ll never regret that decision.
I’m beginning to feel a little hopeless these days. Maybe it’s because my due date is getting closer? Father still wants to steal my baby away from me when I give birth to her. He still wants me to marry that sleazeball Salvatore, and last but not least, the father of my baby doesn’t even know she exists or that he’s going to be a dad soon. I have no way to contact him. I’m not allowed to use the goddamn phone here.
Even if I did manage to sneak into one of the offices, I don’t have Enzo’s number. I would have had to call Giana, and she would have had to get his number somehow, which would have taken too much time. I chickened out because if she managed to get his contact information for me, what would I even say to him after all this time? I’m already six months along, and I’m sure a guy like him won’t miss the fact that I didn’t tell him right away. So yeah, everything pretty much just sucks right now.
My head was a jumbled mess, and that is why I was kind of moping around a little earlier tonight after we got back and wound down from all the shopping excitement. I think it really hit me today that I only have about three months or so left of this pregnancy, and I’m no closer now than I was at the beginning of figuring out what to do.
Hell, I can barely even walk these days without feeling like I’m about to tip over if I’m not careful. Lugging around a baby in your belly is some serious work, especially when it feels like everything hurts and I have to pee constantly.Shout out to all the mamas who make this shit look easy!
Back to my dream. By the time I made it to bed, I was beyond tired and just wanted to get a full night’s rest. It has been so damn difficult to find the perfect position to sleep in. By some miracle, or I’m calling it divine intervention, I actually did manage to find a comfortable spot on the bed tonight and fell asleep faster than I have since I’ve been at this place.
That’s when I started to dream about Enzo touching me. I made a whimper in my sleep because fuck if it didn’t feel so real and so good. My body craved his touch, having been without it for a couple of months.
It literally felt like I was going crazy from all the pent-up sexual energy I was suffering from, or maybe it was just hormones. Whatever, that shit made me feel all types of different ways, and it was becoming a daily struggle at this point.
I still thought I was dreaming when I felt something nudge at my opening and then push into me. His thrusting felt so good inside me in my dream, and I didn’t want to wake up and lose the pleasure. It doesn’t take long for my eyes to snap open and realize this isn’t a dream at all.
My entire body stiffens, and I am about to scream my head off to alert someone of the intruder when a hand clamps over my mouth. My heart races, about to beat out of my damn chest, thinking about being raped and how I most likely would die when this person is finished with me, when he finally speaks into my ear.
“Shh. It’s just me. This is going to be fast,” Enzo says. I instantly recognize his voice, and then his smell wafts into my nostrils, and my entire body goes lax in his arms.
“You almost gave me a fucking heart attack, asshole!” I grumble, wide awake now and definitely peeved at being woken up this way. Not the sex part, obviously. But the scaring me half to death part, though, when he starts to move his hips, his cock going in and out of me, I can’t remember why I was mad in the first place. He fucks me deep and fast like he promised. When we’re done and have caught our breaths, he orders me to pack.
I try to argue, knowing that if my father finds out that I left here, he’d most likely look for me just to kill me. But damn, I forgot who the hell I was dealing with. When the hell did this asshole become so bossy? He literally growls at me—sexily, I might add—to do as I’m told. Ugh! Must be my hormones acting out of whack again, that makes me listen to him. He even helps me pack my stuff, and I’m wondering if I’m in an alternate universe.
Now that the high of sex is gone and we’re ready to leave, his body is filled with tension. It’s rolling off him in waves. I can only wonder what exactly he’s mad about, since his face is so closed off. I decide to stay quiet and do as I’m told for the time being.
It doesn’t take a genius to know that it’s probably me he’s mad at. But even though he is, he makes sure he places a hand on my lower back, keeping me close to him as we walk quietly down the stairs. His guys fall into place behind us as we make our way toward the back entrance, before going to the SUV that’s parked not too far away.
Maybe this won’t be so bad after all? I mean, even though he’s angry right now, he made sure to protect me so I didn’t trip and fall or anything like that while we walked out. Maybe he won’t hate me forever for keeping the news about his child from him. A girl can only hope…
His guys put my luggage in the back of their SUV as he helps me get into ours, making sure to buckle my seatbelt. Then he closes my door and goes around to get in on the other side. Whenhe’s seated next to me and closes his door, the driver starts the vehicle and drives off.
“What’s going to hap—” I start to ask him, but the look he gives me has me cutting myself off. Okay, so maybe he won’t forgive me so easily, then. The first half hour of the ride is quiet, and I’m stuck inside my head, wondering what’s going to happen to me, to us.
Before I’m even aware of the fact that my emotions got the best of me, I’m sniffling. It’s all suddenly just overwhelming. I haven’t cried since the day my father shipped me off to the convent. I had to keep it together and stay healthy for my baby, but now that Enzo’s here… I don’t know. It just feels like all my emotions are finally bubbling up to the surface.
“Come here, what’s the matter?” he asks, unbuckling my seatbelt and pulling me closer to him before sitting me on his lap. He rubs my back slowly, in a circular motion, being gentle. For some reason, that just makes me cry harder. My entire life is just so uncertain at the moment.
“I don’t know. I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed right now,” I finally manage to answer when I’ve calmed down a bit.
“Try to remember you have my child in there, so you have to stay calm for the baby’s sake,” he tells me.
Well, I guess it’s a good thing he cares about the baby’s safety and well-being even if he doesn’t seem to care about me, right? He guides my head down to his chest, lying back a little so I’m more comfortable on his lap. I feel him kiss my hair, and some of the tension leaves my body. I must have been totally exhausted because I’m out like a light in no time.
I come fully awake when I feel him move me off his lap and set me on the seat. I sit up quickly and look around. We’re in a parking garage, and from what I can see, it’s still dark out. I wonder where we are. I guess I’ll know soon enough… I stretch a little and reach for my door, but he stops me.
“Wait in the car for a second,” he tells me, getting out and closing the door behind him. He scans the area to make sure it’s secure before he walks around to my side and helps me get out. He places his hand on my lower back again as we make our way to the elevators. I’m not going to lie, it makes me feel a little giddy at the thought of him taking care of me.
When we get into the elevator, he hits the button for the penthouse. Of course, he’d have the penthouse at whatever building this is.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
