Page 196 of The Billionaire's Secret
Right."Fine," I swallow, "but don’t think you can always use the baby as an excuse."
"If it gets you to do what I want..."
I frown, "Honestly, Saint, you could at least pretend you aren’t trying to get your own way."
"What fun would that be, huh?" he shrugs out of his shirt, then drapes it over my shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I frown.
"Wear this."
I glance at my shirt, which is ripped and dirty. Not that I want to wear it again. It reminds me too much of what had transpired—that feeling of helplessness, of sitting in the dark and waiting for the worst—No.I shake my head.Never again.I don’t want to be in that position ever again.
Saint snatches up my soiled shirt. "I’ll get rid of it."
I peer up at him, "Thanks." I pull on his shirt and his scent of dark masculinity instantly cocoons me. My heart skitters and my pussy clenches.Shit, not the time to think about sex. Not.I button up the shirt, then fold up the sleeves.
He drops the shirt into the bath tub, "I’ll get housekeeping on it."
I nod. Of course, he’d have servants at his beck and call.Where the hell do I fit in with all of this?
"Hey," he hooks his knuckles under my chin so I have no choice but to meet his gaze, "everything will be okay, I promise."
A slight pain catches at my lower belly. I rub at it.
"You okay?" he asks.
I nod, then push off the counter, "Let’s get this over with."
50
What is mine but only you can have?
Answer: My heart
Saint
I stalk into the living room, making sure to keep myself between her and the guys. Right now, I don’t trust any other male around her—definitely, not that bastard Antonio. Is it the fact that she is pregnant? Pregnant. My heart begins to thud.Shit, what am I going to do about that?How will it feel to have a child…a fragile life dependent on me? Will I be able to do justice in my role as their father?
Am I good enough for this? Will I be able to fulfill my responsibilities? What if I can’t? What if I fail?
Just as I had all that time ago?
When he’d asked me the riddles.
And I hadn’t known the answers.
And he’d hurt me. I hadn’t been able to defend myself.
Will I be able to protect my family? My palms begin to sweat. The soles of my feet burn. I stumble and someone grasps my elbow. Warm fingers entangle with mine. I glance down to find Gigi holding my hand.
"You okay?" she whispers.
I glance into those green eyes, "Now, I am."
Her lips curve in a slight smile.
"I love you," I keep my voice low enough that the others can’t hear me.
