Chapter 78
Ariel
I was so sure that my eyes would fall out of their sockets if Guilia continued to throw in these huge surprises.
“Hold up, Guilia, you can’t leave. You haven’t even told Vladimir about it?” The pitch of my voice rose to a scary note that could draw the attention of anyone around the hallway.
So she placed her finger on my lips and they clamped shut immediately.
“He’s not to know about the pregnancy because I don’t want him to. I’ve already made a grave mistake by making him the father of my unborn child when I knew he didn’t care, I wouldn’t worsen the case by letting him know about the fruit of our misdeed,” She replied with tears pouring down in torrents from her eyes.
I cupped her cheeks and dried the tears with my palm, my heart swelling with compassion for her. I wished I wasn’t married so that we would go to Paris for me to take care of her, but it wasn’t possible.
The only way Dmitri could let me go with her was if I told him about the pregnancy and seeing how resolute she was, I knew that it would be a bad idea.
Not even her family nor mine couldn’t find out about this.
“I won’t tell a soul about this. I swear,”
“Thank you,” Her voice cracked.
My eyes were already getting misty and I pulled her for a hug, hoping that she’d feel the reassurance of my presence. I wanted her to know that I’d always be there for her no matter what.
And even Dmitri wouldn’t be an obstacle.
“You don’t have to cry, dear friend. I don’t mind taking brief vacations to come visit you often. We’ll make sure no one finds out, including my husband. And I’ll get you a caregiver that can properly take care of you since I’m not there to do that,”
She burst into tears and collapsed on my shoulder. Though she was more advantaged in height than I was, I was still able to place her head on my shoulder while running my fingers through her silky blonde hair, knowing that she needed me now more than ever.
“You’re so kind, Ariel. I can’t imagine going through this without your help,” She gently lifted her head and stared at me teary-eyed.
She rested on the armchair while I sat beside her. Then I took her hands into mine and met her gaze steadily.
“Look, I know that you resent Vladimir so much right now, but don’t you think he might be interested in his child? He might be a fool and player, but I know how every mafia men care for their children,” I suggested.
She pursed her lips tightly and produced a handkerchief from her bag to wipe her nose. After dabbing the tears off her face, a sad smile appeared on her face. “Do you think I don’t want to run over to him and tell him that I’m carrying his child?” She questioned.
I massaged the back of my neck, gazing absentmindedly at my badly manicured toes.
“For someone who I went back to, over and over again, even when I knew that I was just a fling to him, don’t you think I was happy when I found out that I was pregnant? But unfortunately, he’s getting married and he doesn’t want me. I can’t afford to become a baby mama to any man, not even to him,” More tears rolled down her cheeks.
And then a scary realization hit me.
“You love this man, don’t you?” My chest tightened.
Her lips twitched nervously as she swiveled her head toward the window, her fingers trailing along the lines of her stomach. Her silence was enough to give me an answer.
An irritated hiss cracked through my lips and I pinched my forehead. What was it with the Mikhailov brothers and getting women to fall head over heels for them? I wasn’t an exception because I couldn’t see myself with Dmitri by the side.
He had taken over my whole life and secretly, I didn’t want it any other way.
Speaking of the devil, Dmitri appeared and stood by the doorway with a tray holding three champagne flutes.
He arched his brows and approached us with a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong with her? Is she still mad over the argument you both had this morning?”
Guilia chuckled lightly and got up. “Of course not, though your wife knows how to make me mad, but we are jolly good friends again,” Her eyes were veiled with so much sadness and uncertainty that stirred a pool of worry in the pit of my stomach.
I turned to Dmitri, her secret almost slipping out of my lips, but I caught myself and stretched to plant a kiss on his lips to cover up my slip-up.
“What was that?” He grinned from ear to ear.
My throat itched and I snatched a wine glass and gobbled it. Seeing that Guilia wouldn’t be able to take her champagne because of her condition, I gobbled it and clutched it onto the fabric of my dress.
“Are you asking about the kiss? You are my husband, is it wrong to want to eat up your lips now and then?” I smirked mischievously.
His eyes narrowed as he leaned forward. “If that is your reason, then you are supposed to know what comes next,” He murmured, his voice low and sultry.
My heart raced and I squeezed my toes in excitement. “I’m eager to know,”
Immediately, we heard a throat being cleared behind us, but that didn’t stop him from snaking his arm around my waist so that our bodies were touching.
She rolled her eyes and picked up her purse. “You both should get a room. I’m out of here,” She walked past us.
I struggled out of Dmitri’s grip in a bid to go after her, but he didn’t budge. “Dmitri…” I called firmly.
“You want to go after her and miss this?” He ran his tongue over the sensitive spot on my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
My knees buckled as he dropped the tray on a table and swiftly delved in for my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck passionately and thankfully, my flare dress gave me the liberty to straddle him.
His fingers grappled my ass roughly which sent jolts of pleasure to my core. I humped my pussy against his stomach while kissing him fiercely.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here. What if we are caught?” I asked after breaking the kiss.
“That’s not a problem. My father-in-law reminded me about the babies we promised to make so I’m just doing my job,” He drawled with his beard tickling my ear.
“Okay, my dad might not mind but what about our guest,”
He laughed shortly and suckled on my lower lip. “Easy, girl, Guilia knows that we could be fucking like two rabbits in heat right now. Do you think she’ll allow anyone to come in here?”
He seemed so confident while I was all jittery and paranoid. The last time I agreed to be this adventurous was when he finger-fucked me during breakfast.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to go through the different stages of embarrassment if we got caught.
Help came as his fingers teased my nipples through my dress through a phone call. His face became creased with disappointment and then I slid down his body feeling rather relieved than bereft.
He passed me a knowing look that said he wasn’t done with me. I ignored him and straightened my hair while he steered toward the window to receive the call.
I was so engrossed in my self-care until his irritated growl tore me out of my reverie.
“Did you just say that Ivanov is back?” He questioned and clenched his fist, his face bearing a blank look.
I headed to him as soon as he took the phone off his ear. “What’s going on?”
“We have to go back to Seattle now,” He spun around and trotted off to the door.
“Why?” I traipsed behind him.
“Please, don’t ask questions right now, sweetheart, just do whatever I ask you to. Greet Guilia goodbye and meet me by the car” He responded rashly and I had no choice but to keep to myself and wonder what could have gone wrong.
I’d imagined several things we could do together and I was supposed to inform him about my decision to stay back with Guilia. But how would that be possible when he was in so much hurry?
I hated this.