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"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She continuously expressed her gratitude to me.
Before I could calm her down, she leaned on top of me and claimed my lips. I instantly closed my eyes and cradled her face, my heart pounding.
The pure euphoria that flowed through my body was magnificent.
Chapter 19
Aryana
Icouldbarelycontainmy excitement. Alexander watched me with an amused smile, but I could tell my happiness also made him happy. Alexander had spoken to his father, and his father had permitted my adoptive father to come and visit me! I was elated and, at the same time, so grateful to Alexander. Despite the risk involved, he still helped me. He even took it further by considering inviting my father over when I had only considered calling him instead.
I couldn't remember the last time I saw my father. It had been quite a while. As excited as I was, I was also nervous and anxious. What was I going to tell him? How was I going to introduce him to Alexander? What was I going to say our relationship was? When he asked me why I had moved here, what was I to say?
There was no way I could mention the whole mafia affair. That would make him determined to drag me away from here, and as much as I had loathed it at the beginning, I didn't want to leave Alexander.
At first, I wasn't sure of his feelings for me, thinking he only tolerated me because I was carrying his child. Still, the more time we spent together, the more I could see that he didn't only care about our child. If the tender-filled gazes and constant physical touches were anything to go by, he also cared about me.
During these small, non-sexual intimacies we shared, I realized that if he didn't care about me, there wouldn't have been a need for all that. He would have kept it strictly professional. After all, he didn't need to care about me to care for his child. There hadn't been a need for the soft looks he directed toward me, the intimate touches he left on my body, the worries and concerns he showed for me when the pregnancy symptoms flared up at awkward times. There wouldn't have been a need for all of that.
Another part of me had thought that Alexander was only intimate with me because he had to solve his physical needs, but as I had thought, there wouldn't have been a need for all the caring and tender actions.
I was slowly falling for him, and the resistance I had built from the onset was crumbling with how he cared for me. It wasn't difficult to start lowering my guard for him.
While I was content and blissed with how things were going on between us, my feelings slowly evolved for him, and it scared me to think it could develop into the 'L' word. I knew I liked Alexander. I was positive of it but love? That was one wall of resistance I didn't want to let down, and I didn't know why.
Was it because he was part of the mafia? Was it because he didn't love me and could easily throw me aside and pick up another woman? Even if he did love me, his occupation was just too dangerous. Could I fall in love with the heir of a mafia empire? Could I fall in love with someone that could lose his life at any given time? Fuck, I could lose my life. Our child could lose their life. I had already experienced almost being kidnapped, and the ensuing bloodshed had given me nightmares afterward. Could I live with such a lifestyle, surrounded by blood and violence?
I cleared all thoughts from my mind. There was no point in dwelling on it. What was the end of deciding whether I loved a man when I said the man didn't love me? I was happy with the pace we were going at. There was no need to be greedy for more, right?
"Are you all right?" Alexander's voice cut through the hazy fog of my mind.
I perked up. "I’m fine,” I answered with a wide smile, throwing aside my views and opposing feelings. I didn’t even know why I suddenly started to think about such things.
Alexander didn’t look convinced by my answer. He stared at me with striking eyes, his lips pursed, and unease etched in his eyebrows.
“I was just thinking about what I would say to my dad,” I said. It wasn’t the truth, but it technically wasn’t a lie, as that was what I had been thinking about before my thoughts were digressed.
“Or I can tell him about you being in the mafia?” I feigned ignorance and flashed him my best innocent look with my eyes twinkling in mischief.
Alexander merely looked at me with an unamused expression. However, his eyes also gleamed because he knew I was playing around.
“But what should I tell my father then?” I became serious. The sooner we could sort out our story, the better.
Alexander kept quiet, and a look of contemplation crossed his face.
“I’m a businessman.”
“What?” I stared blankly at the ‘businessman.’
“You and I met one day. We liked each other and started dating. Due to a moment of carelessness, you ended up pregnant, and we decided to keep the baby. If he asks about my profession, we’ll say I’m a businessman, and that’s why I can provide for you.”
Not bad.
“What if he asks why we’re here? He knows I stay and attends my university in Manhattan.” I questioned, interested in what else he could come up with.
“You requested a year of leave, and I brought you here to eliminate all forms of stress. A mini holiday till when the child is born to ensure there are no complications.”
I raised an eyebrow. “A mini holiday?” I repeated, slightly dumbfounded. “You call a year a mini holiday?”
