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“Come,” he orders and leads me inside with his hand gripping my arm. When we enter we go straight to the desk, the woman takes a look at me and my stomach before training her eyes on Nathan. There’s no small amount of admiration and lust there that’s for sure. Ewww. “Send up some tea and something to eat that’s safe for pregnant women.” Seriously? I give him a look, he ignores it and propels me towards the elevator.
It’s awkward, quiet and uncomfortable as we ascend, I find myself wanting to rock on my heels or whistle just to have something to focus on.
As soon as the doors open he takes my arm again and leads me through the patterned beige hallway. I huff, sick of being led around in silence. Again he ignores me.
Once inside his fabulous room he takes my coat and hangs it by the door before leading me to a large and expensive looking couch. It’s black, pure black with silver scatter cushions. It looks amazing. “Sit.”
I guess I’ll sit then.
He doesn’t, he shrugs off his jacket and hangs it by mine, undoes his buttoned shirt sleeves and rolls them up to his elbows. Is he planning on delivering the baby? This thought almost makes me smile. Not quite but nearly.
“Okay,” he rubs his hands together, drawing my attention to the black leather gloves that cover them and sits on the coffee table only four feet away from me. He’s wearing gloves again, was he wearing them earlier? I can’t recall. “You have nowhere to live. I have space.”
“Come again?”
“I think it’s appropriate that at this point in time you stay with me. I live only a few hours away in a very nice and quiet village only an hour’s drive from London. Just until you get back on your feet. I think you’ll find my home to be of good taste,” he talks weird.
“W… what?”
He sighs, “You do speak English correct?”
“Correct.”
“Then listen to what I’m saying.”
“I am listening, I just don’t get it.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’m missing work to be here right now, I don’t appreciate your blatant lack of respect.”
Scoff. “I don’t know you well enough to respect you and so far you’ve been nothing but rude to me. Not to mention the fact the last time I saw you with Caleb, your fist was connecting with his cheek. Forgive me for not wanting to be all smiles to such an arsehole at such a difficult period of my life.”
His glare is open and cold, “I understand you’re hormonal but I never want to hear such language. It’s improper for a female to curse.”
“Fuck you,” I murmur, feeling even more irate.
“You’re carrying my brother’s child,” his hands fist between his open knees, his cold brown eyes stare into mine. “I’ll not have his child or should be wife wandering aimlessly around town. Whatever transpired between my brother and I isn’t your concern. Siblings fight, we would have made up eventually. As it is I don’t have that chance right now so instead I’m going to assist you and your child until I feel you’re established. Are we agreed?”
“I…”
“Good,” he clips, not giving me a chance to protest and checks his shiny large watch that probably cost more than my car. Caleb’s car. “Rest here, we’ll leave in the morning. Do you have any perishables in your vehicle?”
“No,” I respond to his question, the rest of his words still sinking in. “What do you mean leave? I’m not leaving. Everything I own is here.”
“Which is apparently very little. I’ve spoken to your previous landlord and I’ve settled your debt with them. Your furnishings that are locked away I will have them moved for you when you have yourself situated in a viable accommodation.” he states, glancing at his watch one more time. “Is there anything else I need to know?”
“Yes!” I gasp and clamber to my feet after he stands to leave. “I can’t and I won’t leave here.”
“You’re being difficult.”
I laugh once, “I don’t know you and your brother hated you. Why should I trust you?”
He doesn’t even blink at my words but for some reason I know I’ve struck the wrong chord, “You will leave with me tomorrow. There’s no doubt about that.” He rubs his eyes with his gloved fingers. “I have somewhere I need to be, as enjoyable as this has been… good night Guinevere.”
“It’s Gwen.”
He rolls his eyes, “I have your car keys and the staff have specific instructions to call me if you try to leave. Good night.”
“You can’t just force me to stay,” I grab his arm, my eyes blurry from unshed tears. He looks at my fingers tightly gripping his forearm before looking at my face. “Please. I don’t want to leave.”
“It appears you don’t have any other options,” he states and pulls himself free. “Be ready at seven. We’ll leave then.” The door shuts behind him. I want to kick it.
