Page 90 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

“I wanted you to have a choice.” My voice breaks.

I bow my head, hiding my face as Andre moves to stand before me.

I want nothing more than for the floor to open up and swallow me whole, to stop me from having to see such hatred in his eyes.

“Look at me, Lila.”

“I can’t,” I whisper.

“Please.” His fingers find my chin and force my gaze to his. “You lied to me. I don’t take that lightly.”

I frown. “I never lied.”

“You didn’t tell me the truth,” Andre snarls, his eyes flashing.

“I was terrified you would be angry, and I was right?—”

“I’m pissed, but not because of the pregnancy. Fuck, Lila.” He sighs, letting go of my chin to run his hands through his hair.

His white shirt is wrinkled, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Images of what we did mere hours ago run through my mind, how I ran my fingers along those shoulders, those thighs, how I submitted myself to his pleasure.

“I don’t want anything from you,” I repeat, feeling foolish.

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“You’re free to leave, Andre.” I fold my arms across my chest. “I release you from any obligations.”

“I think we both know I’m anything but free when it comes to you.”

“What are you talking about?” I search his face for answers.

But his features are set and cold as he regards me.

“Even if you weren’t pregnant with my child, I would not be able to stay away from you, Lila.”

“You can fuck any woman you want, and you’ll forget all about me.”

“Oh, I definitely could.” His voice, low and guttural, cuts through me.

He takes a step toward me, then another, until his body is almost flush with mine.

He places his hands on the counter on either side of my body, trapping me within his arms as his eyes search mine. “But the truth is, I don’t want to.”

“Well, I can’t just let you keep using me for my body. It hurts too much, Andre.”

“Is that what you think?”

“How could I not?” I cry. “Every time we’ve had sex over the last few weeks, you can’t leave quick enough once it’s over. It’s another reason why I put off telling you about the baby, because I knew you wouldn’t want anything to do with it. With me.”

Andre bows his head as he lets out a long breath.

I wrap my arms around my body, hating how vulnerable I feel.

“I leave because I care too much.” He looks up at me under his dark lashes. “It terrifies me, Lila, how much I care for you…and this baby,”

I’m speechless. There is no way this is happening, right?

“I was scared of getting close, that you would push me away.”

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