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Seeing how the two of us were like statues staring at each other cracked me up, and after a beat or two, Aryana joined me. It was elevating just how well we were getting on each other.
“I’m sorry for how I reacted earlier.” I heard Aryana say after we calmed down from our laughing session. “I was nauseous, and pregnancy hormones kept messing with my head. And I guess a small part of me felt vindictive.”
I looked at her and saw how apologetic she looked. I softened my expression. “It’s okay. I’m also sorry for my outburst. I shouldn’t have done that.” I apologized once again.
“You’re right. You shouldn’t have done that.” She said. I would allow her to air her grievances. “But I do understand. It’s human emotions. We tend to lash out whenever we get overwhelmed.”
“How about we start from the beginning? We will be stuck together for a long time and have a child. It would be nice if we could get along without harsh feelings.” I stuck my hand out.
Aryana stared at it for a while before a hesitant expression spread across her features.
“I’d also like that but can’t get over that my life has to be upended because of your mafia-related matters. Everything I had worked for all gone down the drain.”
What? Okay, I could understand why she felt bitter, but it wasn’t as if she was the only one who had to make sacrifices.
”I also had to leave my father behind. You’re not the only one who had to sacrifice things.” I had only meant to make her see she was not the only one suffering from this arrangement, but my voice came out colder than I had intended.
“It was your father that put us in this situation.” She retorted.
“And your assurance spearheaded this situation,” I said bitterly.
She gaped at me before her expression shuttered away, and she stood up and left the room. I sighed, held my head, and groaned as quietly as possible.
“...Fuck.”
Chapter 9
Aryana
Ugh!Ididn’tknowwhat was going on with me. I was conflicted about my emotions concerning Alexander. I knew the situation wasn’t technically his fault. It wasn’t as if he liked being here too, but it didn’t stop me from resenting the situation. How could he expect me to quickly get over how my life had to be put on hold because I was carrying his child?
And not only that, but his enemies also targeted me!
I was just a twenty-five-year-old woman who was supposed to be in the middle of getting her life sorted. I had planned to get my master’s degree in Psychology, find a job, find a man, get married, and have children. Text-perfect life. Instead, I had been careless and, in that moment of carelessness, had ended up getting pregnant for a member of the mafia, the heir at that, and being dragged into a war where I was being targeted because I was carrying his child.
Surely, it wasn’t just me.
“Ugh!” I groaned out loud.
I was currently in my room. It had been two days since I turned down Alexander’s truce offer. I still didn’t know what to make of that. He wanted us to become friends. All of a sudden? Okay, it wasn’t all of a sudden. I mean, I could get where he was coming from. We were both stuck here. Getting into arguments was not an ideal way to spend our months here together. We had to get along, and it was better for it to happen as early as possible. Still, I remembered how he barely spoke to me since the revelation. He was the one that seemed the most disinterested in making this work, and all of a sudden, he wanted to make it work now.
I can’t help but feel suspicious and, simultaneously, feel like I was probably overreacting. Did he truly want us to make peace, or was it for another reason?
I sighed. I wasn’t in the mood to continue thinking about it.
The two of us had barely spoken during these two days. His words had pissed me off despite how true they had been. Maybe that was why it had infuriated me. We wouldn't be in this situation if I hadn’t gotten overconfident and carried away by lust. However, having it pointed out to me directly had me heated. However, it wasn’t as if I was innocent as well.
I leaned back until I was lying down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. He had apologized with sincerity and had offered a truce. He was the heir of the mafia. He probably wasn’t used to asking for forgiveness or requesting things. He was perhaps more accustomed to taking whatever he wanted. I had to admit, for him to do those things to me was a big deal. He wasn’t just any random member. He was the fucking heir! And he had put his pride aside to apologize to me.
Wow.
The more I thought about it, the more incredulous I felt.
So much for not wanting to think about what happened anymore. I rolled my eyes at my lack of self-control. Why couldn’t I stop thinking about him? I tried to turn on my bed and scream into my pillow. If someone could read my thoughts and see how much I thought of Alexander, they would have thought I was a hormonal teenager daydreaming about her crush. That would have been ridiculous because I knew I didn’t have a crush on Alexander.
No way.
After rejecting him and blaming his father, whom it was apparent he loved more than anything, he was expected to react like that.
