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"The traitor… your father was supposed to go somewhere for a meeting with one of our drug suppliers, and how we had discovered who the traitor was because your father never made it to his meeting."
My heart froze.
"Turns out the driver was the traitor."
Chapter 15
Aryana
Iwaslyinginbed, still reeling over what happened last night. It had been…intense. Very intense. I couldn't believe that I had almost forgotten the feel of his touch on my body. It was as if Alexander was a drug. One contact and the intoxication were instant. I could still feel his touch lingering on my body, inside and out. Somehow, the sex we had yesterday was better than our one-night stand. I couldn't believe I hadn't been craving bodily contact with him throughout our stay here.
Now that my brain wasn't fogged by desire, I wasn't sure if it had been the right thing to do. I was now aware that I liked him. I had always known that I had developed a crush on Alexander. Still, because of my bitterness at being trapped here, I had pushed it away and hadn't wanted to acknowledge it.
But after witnessing how he took care of me afterward, I could no longer continue lying to myself. I didn't know what I wanted to do concerning my feelings. It wasn't as if I had fallen in love with him. I knew I wasn't in love with him. My feelings for him hadn't reached that stage.
A part of me wanted to keep fighting against my emotions, but another part didn't see the point after I had already slept with him twice. Whether I acknowledged my feelings or not, it didn't matter because nothing would happen.
I was only here because I was carrying his baby. We probably wouldn't have seen each other again if I hadn't gotten pregnant. It was only because we had no choice but to live here together that these feelings could develop. Besides, there was no doubt that my feelings were one-sided. It was clear that he only cared about his child. He only cared about me because he didn't want anything to happen to his heir.
I was confused, and the confusion was making me frustrated.
Didn't he only care about his child? Then why did he have sex with me yesterday? With how close we had been, I had also seen the flames of desire in his eyes. He had wanted me. Or had he not?
Perhaps he had only slept with me because he had been sexually frustrated and couldn't go outside to fuck whomever he wanted. I was the only option.
Bitterness swelled up in me until I could feel it on my tongue. Was that it? Because I had been 'available'? Why did that notion fill me with so much sourness? But that couldn't be the case because there had been sexual tension between us for a while, or was he already feeling sexually frustrated? Plus, he also called me his treasure. There was no need to call me by that nickname if he didn't at least feel something for me. But what if that was just because he had grown fond of it? Me. After all, we had been living together for a while. That wasn't so bad, right? Then why did I feel a bit lost having Alexander think of me in such a platonic manner?
I groaned. I was tired of thinking. Thinking about all of this was pointless. I had to keep reminding myself of that. After giving birth, that was it. Although we would still see each other because of our child, what would happen to us? Would we still have to live together to raise our child? Would I have fallen in love with him by then? Would he have fallen in love with me?
The last thought made my heart thump traitorously, especially when I recalled how he called me his treasure the previous night. I rolled off my bed to my feet and headed to the bathroom. Stepping into the shower stall, I didn't turn the knob yet. I was still naked from yesterday though I was relatively clean from when Alexander wiped my body. Thinking about his hands on my body and his cock inside me already made my lower lips quiver and my legs tremble.
I hurriedly turned the handle to the left. I adjusted it to the perfect temperature as if I had perfected this art form. The sound of rushing water invigorated me. The first drops were bitterly cold, making my mind go blank, and all the chaotic thoughts in my head vanished. Quickly, the water became warm to the touch, and soon steam filled the bathroom and moistened my skin. I stepped in, the water cascading down my body, and the warmth absorbed like a sponge. For some reason, this was such a satisfying sensation. For these few minutes, my mind was completely clear, a sort of liberation that no other activity could compare to.
Reluctantly, I was forced to step out of the shower, which meant I had to return to reality. Getting ready, I could already feel the chaotic thoughts creeping back to the forefront of my mind. I couldn't understand why I was making such a big deal of it even after deciding to do nothing about it.
I shook my head and went downstairs. I wasn't sure how to react to Alexander after what happened between us. Was I to act normal? How was he going to work? Were things going to be awkward between us?
When I got downstairs, my face flushed, remembering how I had been pinned against the wall and ravished like a dessert. I was tempted to enter the living room and look at the couch we fucked on, but I quickly discarded that impulse. I was acting like a teenager.
I stomped to the kitchen but froze on seeing Alexander already seated at the table. He looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept all night. He was still wearing the same clothes I had ripped off him yesterday. I would have reddened at the reminder, but my concern was greater. His face was buried in his palms, his elbows on the table, supporting the action.
"Alexander?" I called out softly, not sure if I should stay or leave.
His head popped up so quickly that I felt worried for his neck. His eyes were red, gray pupils looking dull, and don't even get me started on the dark bags forming underneath.
I was perplexed. What had happened in a night to render Alexander into this state? Don't tell me he regretted what had transpired between us, so he was sitting here looking weary.
"Oh, Aryana."
My guts tightened.
"Are you all right?" He asked and stood up from his seat. "Was I too rough on you? Are you feeling any pain?"
I was…speechless. Did he regret what happened or not?
At my silence, his face fell and turned into genuine worry. "I hope I didn't hurt you?"
"No…you didn't. I'm fine. My legs ache, but that's to be expected. It's not so bad." I answered, slightly dazed.
