“They’re uncivilized heathens.”
“Next time Fire humps you, I won’t stop him.”
With that threat, she exits the room.
Chapter Thirty-five
Rosalie
“You live in that monstrosity all by yourself?” I exclaim, while sitting in the front passenger seat of Nova’s Mercedes. It’s so pristine and making me want to take it for a spin late at night.
“Yes,” curtly replies Nova.
“You seriously need that many rooms?”
“Yes.”
“What do you do? Throw secret orgy parties in them?”
That finally draws a reaction out of him. His cold eyes connecting with mine once before he focuses ahead as we cruise down the driveway. “I moved in recently. So no, I haven’t had a chance to christen the home with an orgy party.”
“Have you ever even been to one?” I quirk sarcastically.
He gives me a look before staring ahead again.
I squeak out, “You have?!”
His lips twitch and I realize he’s messing with me.
Ignoring him, I study the mansion that is my new home for the foreseeable future. It looks straight out of a Pinterest mood board or a catalog from Architectural Digest. Having grown up in a big and beautiful house, I shouldn’t be shocked but still, I’m blown away by its picturesque beauty.
Surrounded by lush greenery, it gives a stunning backdrop.
I can only imagine what the interior looks like.
It’s my prison—but at least it’s a pretty prison with a view.
“What do you mean you moved in recently?” I ask Nova curiously.
“My parents bought this for us,” he answers without revealing his emotions. Though I’m surprised. “Something about privacy and soon having our own family.”
“Family as in kids?” My voice sounds small and nervous.
“Yes.”
How the heck is he so casual about this? Then again, he won’t be the one popping out a human from his vagina. Meanwhile, I’m seconds away from having a full-blown panic attack. “Babies weren’t part of the deal, Nova.”
The car stops and he turns to me, one hand resting on the steering wheel. Observing me intently, he seriously replies, “My parents will want an heir, Rose. What did you think was going to happen? We’ll be married and nothing will change? Even if we lead separate lives behind closed doors, there will be times when we’ll collide.”
“A child will complicate things.”
His expression doesn’t change. “Do you not want kids?”
Of course I do. Witnessing the bond between Jasmine and Suhana, I want that of my own someday. “Not with you.”
His jaw tics once before he controls it. “Then you can answer our parents when they start asking questions.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time you threw me under the bus,” I angrily taunt. “So why should this be any different?”