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How could he be so cruel to me? It’s one thing not wanting to be with me, but another to be this brutal.
So not like him, and I hate myself for thinking this too.
I should not find justifications or excuse his horrible behavior. Maybe I’m finally seeing him for who he truly is.
Once I cry all my tears, I pat my stomach and whisper, “It’s okay, little one. It’s going to be okay.”
Florian will take responsibility for his child, this I don’t doubt if his shocked and concerned expression was anything to go by.
Besides, he’s a Price, and they love their kids. Grandpa Atlas got married at eighteen because his ex-hookup got pregnant with Uncle Jacob. Apparently, he loved some other girl who he dated at one time and later on died in a car accident. He mourned her for a year. I think that was the only year in his life he stayed celibate.
God knows his wife was never shown the same courtesy, even during their marriage, and according to Dad, Grandpa Atlas never tried to hide his affairs.
Generally, I feel bad whenever I think about our grandparents and how tragic all their love stories had been.
Not that ours are going any better.
Drying my hair and body with a thick towel, I let my hair fall down my spine as I step out into the room and put on my short, silky robe. “I should watch some movie.” The words spill from my lips, only for me to freeze when thunder shakes the sky, lightning gracing it and brightening everything around me.
That’s when I see someone behind the balcony door.
My jaw about hits the floor at the sight of Florian standing under the pouring rain, and I run toward him.
Opening the door, I hiss as the whooshing wind slips inside the room. “What are you doing here? Did you just climb up to the second floor?” Has he lost his freaking mind? He could have broken his neck.
However, just as the thought rushes through my head, another replaces it. Like him basically showing me the middle finger tonight before he went off to have his threesome.
“You know what? Have at it,” I mutter and try to lock the door, but he pushes at it gently, getting in before I can stop him. “Get the hell out, Florian, or I’ll scream.”
“And you think that scares me, princess?” He shuts the door behind him, shaking his head as rainwater drips on the floor.
“If it didn’t, you would come in by the main entrance. Not like some kind of thief using a balcony to get in.” Tying the knot tighter on my waist, I step back as he moves forward. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have a threesome to attend?” I raise my hand before he can answer me. “You know what? I don’t care, actually. Just get out, Florian. If you want to talk about the baby, you can do that some other time.”
I’m doing my best to keep my voice as low as possible despite really wanting to yell at him and slap him in his handsome face some more so he’d feel at least an ounce of the pain he had caused me.
But my father walking in on us would be such an epic disaster, so my wishes would have to wait.
“I wasn’t having a threesome,” he snaps, and my brow rises at this while I hate myself for the relief rushing through my veins because, who cares if he did or not? I should grow a backbone when he’s concerned.
“Do you expect me to pat you on the back for it or something? Besides, you can do whatever you want. You’re a single man in his prime, right? And I can do whatever I want. Who knows? Maybe you won’t even have to take any responsibility for the baby. I’ll find someone else! It’s not that hard.” I regret the words the minute I say them as the energy around us shifts from tense to dangerous and angry instantly, creating an odd sensation all over me while filling my body with an anticipation that should be scary.
Instead, it’s exciting.
My gasp echoes in the night when he presses me against the nearest wall while his hand wraps around my throat. Gentle yet firm, and meant to keep me in place but not hurt me in any way. “I deserved that, so I’m going to let it slide.” He evades my kick, but fuck him and his condescending let it slide comment. As if I’m asking him for permission! “You’re mine, princess. There will be no other man touching this body or claiming my baby, but me. Do you understand that?”
The audacity.
My heart melts at the words I longed to hear for such a long time, but thankfully, my brain reminds me that this man broke the said heart just hours ago and treated it like shit for the past couple of years, so my heart can’t be trusted to make any rational judgments. “Is that so? And why may I ask? Last time I checked, I was single and free to do whatever. Don’t worry, though.” I pat his chest, and his eyes darken. “I won’t be hooking up with everyone left and right just to prove a point like you’ve been doing.”
His fingers flex on my throat, and the air sticks in my lungs when he leans closer and says, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper that causes goose bumps to break all over my skin, “When your lips touched mine so innocently for the first time, that was my first kiss too.” A hot flush zips through me. “Ah, princess. Do you like knowing my mouth belongs only to you?” I swallow and clench his shirt, keeping at least the appearance of distance between us. “Since that first time, I’ve been yours. I haven’t touched another woman in years. How could I let anyone else have what belongs to you?”
Oh my God, what?
So many thoughts flash through my head, but mainly his indifference and the countless women he kept parading in front of me. “For the past couple of months…”
“I never actually touched them or did anything with them, Jimena. You just assumed so because I wanted you to. None of it was true. I would have never done this to you. Contrary to what most people believe, Price men do not cheat on the women they love.”
Despite the relief penetrating every bone in my body, I focus on the pain that consumed me all this time and still find the strength to say through my shock, “And that’s supposed to make me feel better? You hurt me constantly, Florian.” I’m too scared to believe what he says or rather hear what he’s trying to tell me. What if I’m wrong? My heart can’t take any more heartbreaks. “Unless you have a justification for that…”
