Page 96 of Mister Stark

Did he love me too?

I let him put my jacket on as my arms fell into it and he buttoned it up over my swollen belly. He took the strap of my jacket and carefully tied it around the swell of my stomach. He passed me my purse, and I flung it over my shoulder. His touch was tender and full of care. I loved it so much and could spend the rest of my life like this.

I stopped him and put my hand on his arm. “Daxon, wait...”

He gazed into my eyes and breathed. “What is it, princess?”

“I need to tell you something.” I admitted as I looked down at his hand over mine and his thumb caressed me.

“Is something wrong? Is it the babies? Are you in pain? Should I...” Daxon asked with worry as a fear coated his eyes and he looked down at my stomach.

“No, no, the babies are fine.” I interrupted and took his hands in mine. “It’s about me, Daxon.”

“You?” Daxon asked as he let go of my hands and cradled my face with his touch. “What’s the matter, princess?”

My forehead leaned against his, and my voice came out in a whisper. “Nothing is wrong.”

His lips sweetly brushed my cheek and kissed away a tear. “Then why are you crying?”

“Because I love you and want us to be a family.” I confessed my devotion.

He froze and didn’t speak a word. His eyes blinked repeatedly as my love for him sunk in and he processed the reality of it. I pulled my head back, his hands still cradled my face, and I tried to read his reaction, but I couldn’t.

“Our children are almost here and I want us to be together.” I added as my heart pounded and I waited for him to respond.

His hands dropped from my face, and he breathed. “I can’t ever give you my heart. That side of me shut off long ago because it hurt too damn much. I can’t go through that again. You need to accept that we can’t ever be together, Celeste.”

And he crushed my heart.

“What if I never can?” I asked with hurt.

He grew cold and ordered. “You will have to for our children.”

I shook my head as he grew blurry, and my heart shattered into a million pieces. This couldn’t end like this. I never wanted this. He rejected me and left me heartbroken.

How could he do this to me?

“And what about me, Daxon?” I raised my voice as the hurt and anger took over.

I barely recognized myself. This wasn’t me. Lovesick and all alone.

But he wouldn’t speak.

He just stood there. Emotionless, and closed off. This was Mr. Daxon Stark. I just lied to myself all along.

He backed away from me and wouldn’t even acknowledge my existence. I had shared my heart with him, and he tore it to shreds in a matter of minutes. We played a game that I was sick of. I needed to get out of here.

I walked past him and snapped. “Don’t follow me, Daxon.”

I slammed the door shut behind me with all the hurt I felt inside. All the anger at myself for being so blind. I was a stupid woman forever believing he could love me back. I was just a twisted game he liked to play and toy with whenever he felt like it. But I deserved more, and so did my children.

They deserved to see their mother happy.

I got into the limousine that waited outside and informed the driver Mr. Stark wouldn’t join us. The driver took off as the tears streamed down my face and I cursed myself for ever falling for a broken man. I couldn’t change him and he never wanted me. The only thing he ever felt for me was lust and nothing more. Our disagreement had led to the end, and I was heartbroken.

I confessed my love for him and it meant nothing to him. He just needed me for sex and to carry his children. I just had to play a part. The same way his son played me, and I deserved more than that. I deserved a man devoted to me, who worshipped me and loved me.

And that man wasn’t Daxon Stark.

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