100 Days With Mr Romero

“Marriage? The idea of that is absurd. I’m not even ready for marriage yet. And my family? What would they say? No, Gideon that won’t happen.” Gideon and I had been battling with words for over an hour since we had arrived in his penthouse.

“Emily, you have to calm down and look at it in a more reasonable way. Marriage is the only thing that can save our reputation and still allow me be with my kid without any stress. How do you want the baby to feel because of your foolishness? You want iy going all round in school being called an illegitimate child? You have to think of the future instead of the present because the future matters for this child.” Gideon remained cool and collected as usual and I immediately pondered on his words.

This was for my baby. There was no way Gideon was ever going to let me go with the baby except I decided to run away-which wasn’t an option. I could do this for my baby, for it.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

All this while, as I sat and pondered, Gideon had already gotten up from where we were seated in the living room. I watched him from where I sat, finally allowing myself to admire in the many places I had been dreaming long ago about.

His long fingers with neatly cut nails surrounded the glass cup as he picked it up. His long legs drawled after the other as he walked by and I could not help but be impressed by his height. Slowly, with juice in a cup, Champaign in the other, he walked over and I almost let myself smile. He was already behaving like a responsible father and I could not figure out what to feel about that. I watched as he made his way over to me, his blond hair flying above his head due to the breeze escaping into the house.

He stopped by me and sat down with a sigh, right in front of me. His long legs stretched out widely almost colliding with my small ones. I watched him as he swallowed his drink, the little drop that escaped and remained on his lips, his Adam’s apple as they moved to and fro like he had been thirsty starved for a long time. And without myself realizing, it could be influenced by the pregnancy hormones but I found myself turned on by that simple act.

He removed the cup from his mouth and I almost begged him to keep on drinking. He glanced at me and I knew he had caught me staring at him already. I cleared my throat and looked away.

“So, I hope you have decided now? What’s the next step from here?” He asked and I could almost sense the amusement in his tone. Fucking bastard.

“Since it’s regarding the future of our child, I would suggest we go with that BUT, he will no longer be illegitimate if we decide to divorce later on. It would be known to the public that he’s your legal son and maybe his parents just fell out of love. I’ll say after the marriage we could divorce and go our separate ways.” I finished, gazing up at him. Irritation sat on his face.

“What do you mean divorcing? What’s the point of all these, Emily?” He asked and I was almost confused. Did he not want to go separate ways? Did he want to be tied down to a woman he doesn’t even love?

“I mean, divorce and go our ways. To the man I’m interested in, and you the woman you are.” I cleared my throat again. He was starting to get me uncomfortable.

“Emily, do you have a man you are interested in?” At that moment, the question weighed on me. Of course, I had a man I was interested in. That was him but he didn’t have to know that so I just nodded my head and replied, “yes, I do.”

Waves of what seemed to flash like anger rotated through the air and i felt like a wrath was about to come down on me. A total contrast, he spoke calmly. “I think you’d have to let go of that man because your son comes first so think again before thinking of going back to him. It might never be.”

“And how would you know that?” I was also starting to get pissed by his behavior. He was all hot and cold, confusing as hell and it was getting on my nerves. How could a man be so confusing and complicated in a simple way? It was absurd.

“I would know that because I won’t let you.” He snapped back.

“I’d love to watch you try to stop me.” We stared each other down and at that point, my hormones decided to remind me they were perfectly working and alive. I watched his gaze drop to my lips and back to my face and his Adam’s apple swallowed. Oh, the attraction was still full on there. My heart had increased in its heartbeat and tingles danced all over my skin. I could almost hear the pump of my heartbeats and I could feel my pulse move behind the back of my head, right by my ear. I was hot all over, bothered.

I watched his hands move like he was trying to control himself from trying to reach out to me and I kept staring at him. I was pulsing down there, wet and all I could crave at that moment was his head in between my legs.

I swallowed a bit, wishing myself to remember our situation. And like a switch, my emotions replaced the other and I became sad. We could not even end up together if it wasn’t a baby binding us. I think he noticed the switch in my emotions.

“Emily, are you good?” He asked and I could almost cry at the sound of his voice. Everything was starting to piss me off. But I nodded my head, “excuse me, I need the air.” I said and walked out of the living room.