me.”
“Go to hell, Lonzo! For you to think…damn you! This is your child I’m carrying!” she said, her amber eyes hard with undiluted fury.
His heart plunged.
She would dare pass another man’s child as his?! She thought he’d be that stupid?
So this was her agenda all along. Did she really think she could pull off this grand scheme and get away with it? That he would be so crazed with lust for her that he’d swallow her lies?
He laughed harshly, devoid of humor.
“So I was right all along. You were really eyeing for something bigger,” he said, his voice laced with mockery. “Sorry to destroy your dreams, cara mia …but you aim too high.”
God! Lonzo could be such a sadistic bastard.
Jordana’s eyes hurt from the unshed tears but she refused to let them fall, especially when she heard him utter those careless words about their child.
She had hoped he would at least hear her out. But he thought the worst of her again. Damn him!
“I thought after we made love at your suite—”
He laughed at her mockingly.
“What? Made love? No we didn’t make love. We had sex. Sex I paid for, remember?” he said.
There’s your answer, missy…
It was excruciating to hear him reduce what had happened between them into something sordid and ugly.
Her hand made contact with his cheek before she could stop herself.
“You’re despicable!” she gasped.
“Despicable but brilliant in bed. You said so yourself over and over,” he replied contempt. “Do you plan to use your body again as a bargaining tool after you gave birth or if Bastian decides to run into money troubles again?”
She gasped. “Damn you! I never wanted your money!” she exclaimed.
“So you say,” he said, his voice taunting.
She reeled from his verbal assault, his words struck her heart like an RPG, tearing it into a million pieces.
You only have yourself to blame, her brain said.
You allowed yourself to fall. Now you’re in pieces.
He wasn’t finished with his hurtful tirade yet.
“I was right about you. I should have trusted my instincts. You thought that giving me your precious virginity would tip the scales in your favor. That I would be compelled into making you my wife. And now you want to pass off Bastian or Falcone’s bastard as mine!”
Each word he uttered was like a lance hitting her soul
He refused to acknowledge his own flesh and blood.
That was the last straw. She had had enough.
He had no right to involve the baby in his hatred.
He had no right to hurt her child before it was even born. She would never tolerate that.
She glared at him, her eyes flashing like a lioness defending her cub…a cub still lying defenseless in her womb.
If he didn’t want the baby, so be it.
She wouldn’t have him in her life.
“You listen to me, you asshole… you think too highly of yourself! I will never aspire to marry someone so rotten, so warped as you! As for me passing my child as yours…you’re greatly mistaken. That will never happen, Vitale. I can raise my kid without any help from you or anyone. At least my child will be spared from knowing the ugly truth—that he was fathered by a sub-human like you!” she said with a newly-found viciousness.
He was taken aback but he quickly recovered, his eyes condemning her.
She squared her shoulders and stared back at him.
“To think that I thought I fell in love with someone like you. Such a waste of emotion. You don’t deserve to be loved. Remember this well: I hate you. And I’ll continue hating you until my dying days,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Now, get out. Get out!”
For a while, Lonzo stilled, like he was having an inner battle with himself. Then, without a word, he turned and went out, leaving her alone.
For several seconds, she found herself standing wearily, breathing heavily. She felt weak, her knees rubbery. She slumped at a nearby chair.
Her entire body trembled from their epic clash of wills.
Calm down, it’s not good
“Go to hell, Lonzo! For you to think…damn you! This is your child I’m carrying!” she said, her amber eyes hard with undiluted fury.
His heart plunged.
She would dare pass another man’s child as his?! She thought he’d be that stupid?
So this was her agenda all along. Did she really think she could pull off this grand scheme and get away with it? That he would be so crazed with lust for her that he’d swallow her lies?
He laughed harshly, devoid of humor.
“So I was right all along. You were really eyeing for something bigger,” he said, his voice laced with mockery. “Sorry to destroy your dreams, cara mia …but you aim too high.”
God! Lonzo could be such a sadistic bastard.
Jordana’s eyes hurt from the unshed tears but she refused to let them fall, especially when she heard him utter those careless words about their child.
She had hoped he would at least hear her out. But he thought the worst of her again. Damn him!
“I thought after we made love at your suite—”
He laughed at her mockingly.
“What? Made love? No we didn’t make love. We had sex. Sex I paid for, remember?” he said.
There’s your answer, missy…
It was excruciating to hear him reduce what had happened between them into something sordid and ugly.
Her hand made contact with his cheek before she could stop herself.
“You’re despicable!” she gasped.
“Despicable but brilliant in bed. You said so yourself over and over,” he replied contempt. “Do you plan to use your body again as a bargaining tool after you gave birth or if Bastian decides to run into money troubles again?”
She gasped. “Damn you! I never wanted your money!” she exclaimed.
“So you say,” he said, his voice taunting.
She reeled from his verbal assault, his words struck her heart like an RPG, tearing it into a million pieces.
You only have yourself to blame, her brain said.
You allowed yourself to fall. Now you’re in pieces.
He wasn’t finished with his hurtful tirade yet.
“I was right about you. I should have trusted my instincts. You thought that giving me your precious virginity would tip the scales in your favor. That I would be compelled into making you my wife. And now you want to pass off Bastian or Falcone’s bastard as mine!”
Each word he uttered was like a lance hitting her soul
He refused to acknowledge his own flesh and blood.
That was the last straw. She had had enough.
He had no right to involve the baby in his hatred.
He had no right to hurt her child before it was even born. She would never tolerate that.
She glared at him, her eyes flashing like a lioness defending her cub…a cub still lying defenseless in her womb.
If he didn’t want the baby, so be it.
She wouldn’t have him in her life.
“You listen to me, you asshole… you think too highly of yourself! I will never aspire to marry someone so rotten, so warped as you! As for me passing my child as yours…you’re greatly mistaken. That will never happen, Vitale. I can raise my kid without any help from you or anyone. At least my child will be spared from knowing the ugly truth—that he was fathered by a sub-human like you!” she said with a newly-found viciousness.
He was taken aback but he quickly recovered, his eyes condemning her.
She squared her shoulders and stared back at him.
“To think that I thought I fell in love with someone like you. Such a waste of emotion. You don’t deserve to be loved. Remember this well: I hate you. And I’ll continue hating you until my dying days,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Now, get out. Get out!”
For a while, Lonzo stilled, like he was having an inner battle with himself. Then, without a word, he turned and went out, leaving her alone.
For several seconds, she found herself standing wearily, breathing heavily. She felt weak, her knees rubbery. She slumped at a nearby chair.
Her entire body trembled from their epic clash of wills.
Calm down, it’s not good
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