his head,” Mel informed her sheepishly.
She felt envious of her friend. Mel and Rocco had each other. Whereas she…
She shook her head. She won’t dwell on things that were too depressing to contemplate. It won’t be good for the baby.
And as if on cue, her baby gave a mighty kick that sent her huffing for air.
“Dana? Is everything alright?” Mel’s voice was anxious.
She smiled, patting her huge tummy.
“It’s the baby…voicing out his or her opinion on the matter. By soccer-kicking my innards.”
Mel laughed. “Well, you’re going to have a very opinionated squirt to keep your hands full.”
Lonzo parked the rented BMW on one side of the road . He could see the cottage a hundred yards away from where he was.
He drove all the way from London. He pushed the limits of the car to eat more miles until he reached the village. From there, it wasn’t hard to ask around where he could find Robin’s Nest. A few minutes more and he finally reached his destination.
He didn't feel exhausted at all even if he didn't sleep a wink after his jet landed on English soil last night. Driving the car really fast helped release all the adrenaline he needed.
He left the car to walk toward Jordana’s hideaway.
He was a few steps away from his woman and his body was already reacting.
Great.
He was sporting a massive hard on that even a Jedi mind trick cannot deflate. Thankfully he was wearing a coat which hid his embarrassing condition.
The cottage had a private garden and its own gated pathway separate from the main estate. Manicured honeysuckle vines kept the property secluded from outside, while cameras provided additional security. Lonzo could easily understand why this getaway appealed to her.
He pressed the buzzer.
Five minutes passed and no Jordana came out. He was getting really pissed from waiting.
She didn’t want to see him? Well, too bad for her. No walls will come between them!
And to hell with security cameras, he thought as he deftly climbed over the heavy wrought-iron gates. He marched determinedly toward the cottage and knocked in rapid succession on the heavy wooden door.
“Just a moment!” her voice drifted from inside.
He held his breath in anticipation, as he waited for her to open up.
The door swung open and what he saw astounded him.
His former lover was heavily pregnant and was looking back at him with pure shock on her lovely face.
He too, was immobilized by shock.
Then all the puzzle pieces fell into place. All the mysteries answered.
Why she left in a hurry.
Why she didn’t encash the check.
Why she hid.
She was pregnant.
Pregnant with someone else’s child.
Chris Falcone’s child, most likely, as she had been seeing the guy after she left Italy. Or it could be Bastian’s for all he knew.
He felt the bitterness flood his body.
He had offered her a place in his life. She made him wait like a fool...while she ran off to have her other lover’s baby.
She probably knew she was pregnant on their last night together! That’s why she asked him to go bareback.The bitch!
Damn her for making him feel this way!
“Lonzo—,” she began.
Hearing her voice made him shatter. “So tell me, cara…whose bastard are you carrying?” he snarled bitterly, looking at her swollen body with disgust.
She visibly flinched.
“Answer me, damn you! Whose child is it?!” he shouted at her.
She went pale, her eyes dimmed with pain.
But instead of answering him, Jordana turned her back, shutting the door on his face.
“Oh no, you don’t!” He pushed the door open and followed her inside the dwelling.
She turned at him, her eyes furious.
“Who the hell do you think you are barging here without an invitation?!”
“A deceitful bitch like you doesn’t deserve the courtesy,” he sneered as he closed in on her.
“Stay away from me, you bastard! I have nothing to say to you!”
“I’m not leaving until you tell me the truth. I deserved to know why you played
She felt envious of her friend. Mel and Rocco had each other. Whereas she…
She shook her head. She won’t dwell on things that were too depressing to contemplate. It won’t be good for the baby.
And as if on cue, her baby gave a mighty kick that sent her huffing for air.
“Dana? Is everything alright?” Mel’s voice was anxious.
She smiled, patting her huge tummy.
“It’s the baby…voicing out his or her opinion on the matter. By soccer-kicking my innards.”
Mel laughed. “Well, you’re going to have a very opinionated squirt to keep your hands full.”
Lonzo parked the rented BMW on one side of the road . He could see the cottage a hundred yards away from where he was.
He drove all the way from London. He pushed the limits of the car to eat more miles until he reached the village. From there, it wasn’t hard to ask around where he could find Robin’s Nest. A few minutes more and he finally reached his destination.
He didn't feel exhausted at all even if he didn't sleep a wink after his jet landed on English soil last night. Driving the car really fast helped release all the adrenaline he needed.
He left the car to walk toward Jordana’s hideaway.
He was a few steps away from his woman and his body was already reacting.
Great.
He was sporting a massive hard on that even a Jedi mind trick cannot deflate. Thankfully he was wearing a coat which hid his embarrassing condition.
The cottage had a private garden and its own gated pathway separate from the main estate. Manicured honeysuckle vines kept the property secluded from outside, while cameras provided additional security. Lonzo could easily understand why this getaway appealed to her.
He pressed the buzzer.
Five minutes passed and no Jordana came out. He was getting really pissed from waiting.
She didn’t want to see him? Well, too bad for her. No walls will come between them!
And to hell with security cameras, he thought as he deftly climbed over the heavy wrought-iron gates. He marched determinedly toward the cottage and knocked in rapid succession on the heavy wooden door.
“Just a moment!” her voice drifted from inside.
He held his breath in anticipation, as he waited for her to open up.
The door swung open and what he saw astounded him.
His former lover was heavily pregnant and was looking back at him with pure shock on her lovely face.
He too, was immobilized by shock.
Then all the puzzle pieces fell into place. All the mysteries answered.
Why she left in a hurry.
Why she didn’t encash the check.
Why she hid.
She was pregnant.
Pregnant with someone else’s child.
Chris Falcone’s child, most likely, as she had been seeing the guy after she left Italy. Or it could be Bastian’s for all he knew.
He felt the bitterness flood his body.
He had offered her a place in his life. She made him wait like a fool...while she ran off to have her other lover’s baby.
She probably knew she was pregnant on their last night together! That’s why she asked him to go bareback.The bitch!
Damn her for making him feel this way!
“Lonzo—,” she began.
Hearing her voice made him shatter. “So tell me, cara…whose bastard are you carrying?” he snarled bitterly, looking at her swollen body with disgust.
She visibly flinched.
“Answer me, damn you! Whose child is it?!” he shouted at her.
She went pale, her eyes dimmed with pain.
But instead of answering him, Jordana turned her back, shutting the door on his face.
“Oh no, you don’t!” He pushed the door open and followed her inside the dwelling.
She turned at him, her eyes furious.
“Who the hell do you think you are barging here without an invitation?!”
“A deceitful bitch like you doesn’t deserve the courtesy,” he sneered as he closed in on her.
“Stay away from me, you bastard! I have nothing to say to you!”
“I’m not leaving until you tell me the truth. I deserved to know why you played
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