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"Any chance I can get new clothes?" There was a hint of amusement in my voice.
The hope I had dwindled when I saw his eyebrows furrow a little.
"We might get them in colors you don't like." I could hear the teasing in his voice.
The light-hearted conversation we were having now was nice. There was no argument or veiled insults digging at the other. It relaxed me, and my heart fluttered with something I didn't dare to name. It contrasted our conversation earlier in the day after my terrible dream. It amazed me how we could be at each other's throats at one moment and then enjoy each other's company with the occasional jokes here and there the next.
"Then why don't we get them in my favorite colors?" I said with a bit of hope in my voice.
I was inwardly desperate for a chance to do something other than stay in this house any longer. There was no way I could stay here for the full term of my pregnancy without running insane. I had only been here for a few weeks, and it was already feeling dreary.
The little hope I had dwindled when I saw Alexander's brows furrow slightly. It appeared that the little enjoyable moment we shared was ending.
"That is not possible."
"Why not? You said that your men don't have a sense of color. Doesn't it make sense for me to get the clothes I want?"
"You know why it's not possible, Aryana." Alexander's voice came out firm.
I disregarded my discomfort at hearing him refer to me by name. I ignored the traitorous part of my brain that wanted him to call me his treasure again.
"Don't tell me you're not tired of staying here. We're just going shopping. Nothing is going to happen. Didn't Tony mention that your father chose this place as the hideout because there was a low chance of your enemies ever thinking we would be here?" I argued.
"A low chance is not the same as no chance, Aryana." He growled lowly, his body pushing off from the wall and stalking towards me. Heat pooled in my lower belly at how dangerous he looked. Despite how increasingly pissed off I was becoming, I couldn't ignore how sexy he looked in his annoyed state. It made me think about things I shouldn't have considered. "There are too many things at risk. Why do you have to be so difficult? I will not risk you and my child to satisfy your adventurous spirit."
There he went again. He was bringing up our child again. Was it that he didn't want harm to come my way because of the child I was carrying? If any did come, it would also harm our child. The fact that he solely referred to our child as his irked me.
"It's not your child alone!" I retorted sharply. "It's my child as well."
"Then do what is right," Alexander said with a tone of finality. "This is not up for debate. You may be young, but you're not a child."
And with that, Alexander turned on his heels and left me alone in the foyer, my chest heaving and hands clenched into fists in annoyance.
How dare he?
Not only was I pissed off, but I could also feel the embers of arousal licking at my lower region. Oh my goodness! It was as if I was going crazy. I got aroused in the face of Alexander's irritated state. I had to leave this place and come back to my senses.
I looked between his retreating figure that disappeared after climbing the stairs and where the money was kept. I would show him. I would show him that nothing would happen to the child he cared so much about or me. There was no way I was going to stay here any longer. When I was sure he had gone to his room and wouldn't be coming downstairs soon, I rushed to the vintage table and took out several wads of cash and a long coat. With a glance backward, I carefully opened the door and stepped out, making sure to close it gently and basked in the fresh air that assaulted my senses.
Chapter 12
Alexander
DidAryanathinkthiswas a joke? Yes, staying here was exhausting and boring, with nothing else to do but eat, sleep, read a book, or watch television. Still, she needed to understand the gravity of the situation. It wasn't as if we would stay indoors throughout her pregnancy, but we couldn't be out and about so soon after the Saconnes had been targeting us. We needed to wait a few months before moving back could be considered safe.
Despite how frustrated I was with Aryana, a small kindle of fire had bet in my stomach when I saw how fired up Aryana had been. Her narrowed eyes glaring at me with a passionate intensity, coupled with how her brown hair framed her face, made my body boil. I couldn't even control it. It was why I had to leave the foyer lest I did something I would regret.
I wanted to pull her towards me, claiming her lips for myself and giving her another exercise to do with her mouth asides from complaining. I needed to stay focused and remind myself not to get too deep with Aryana. I was aware that I was attracted to her. I wasn't so out of touch with my emotions that I would be in denial about my feelings toward her.
I wasn't sure of how deep my feelings were. There was no doubt that I was sexually attracted to her but was that it? Unlike other women I have slept with, none have drawn me into their orbit like Aryana. Could it be because we were living together; thus, I saw her more often? With my previous flings, I never saw them again after the nights we would spend together. Even though Aryana had captivated me, I had never planned on returning to look for her. I would have lost interest and moved on eventually.
I shifted my trousers. There was no point in thinking about it. She seemed aware of the magnetic pull between us. Still, it was clear that Aryana only saw me as a means to her survival and nothing else. She had made it known yesterday.
I don't know how long I stayed in my room until my boner flagged down. I could have handled it myself, but it didn't feel right.
Later, I decided to go and check up on Aryana and use it to properly explain to her why we couldn't go out yet. When I got to her door, I knocked but heard no response.
"Aryana?" I knocked again, but there was still no response. I hit harder, but only silence greeted me. I grew worried and pushed open the door, only to meet an empty room.
