Chapter 12

She looked pale and puffed. He observed.

God don't let him take off the scarf. She prayed inwardly.

"Shh, diamond don't look away from me." His soft voice was undertone with seriousness. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I am." But she was misty-eyed and he couldn't help but notice it.

He was so wholesome and overwhelming. Her man is very observant and understanding, Jigyasa knows he won't let go until he figures out what he wants. And that's what she wanted. That attention he'd starved her of.

His gaze was fixed on the scarf. It was cute but so weird. Since when did she start wearing a scarf with corporate dress to work? "Why did you jerk like that?"

She lowered her gaze and tears dropped on her hand.

"Baby??" In an attempt to hold her she flinched and he withdrew immediately, his eyes intense and speculating. "Hey, hey, darling, it's okay. It's okay." He said softly.

***

He got out of the car and turned to open the door for her. He took her wrist and gently pulled her into his arms. Observing how frightened she seemed, he pressed kisses on her head, cuddling her.

This was all she wanted! Jigyasa was resting her head on his chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat as he arranged her hair.

"It's alright, my love," He planted another kiss on her head. She still stubbornly didn't want to look up at him. "Let's go have dinner, diamond."

***

Eating in the elegant dining, sitting opposite each other, Weston couldn't help but watch how she gobbled down her food. He'd got her favorite. She was pretty hungry and tired, yet she looked so stunning.

Oh, my poor girl. She had black circles on her eyes and he kind of knew why. He was too harsh on her that night, he thought as he sipped his drink. And he never in a million years meant to hurt her despite seeing her with Josh. He was just pissed off about the shit that happened that day…and unfortunately, she was the victim of his rage.

A pang of guilt hit him so hard as he watched her pale face. He just wanted to hold her and feel the softness and scent of her body. But he wasn't comfortable with the way she constantly flinched at him. Has he, while in rage made his own woman afraid of him?

Full of remorse, he sighed and at once recollected how he screamed at her at the garage, telling her to get out. This made him lose his appetite. He can't believe he screamed at her face like that. Damn! He can't believe he threw his rage on her like that and made her cry. F*ck!!

Jigyasa was thinking about the same thing. She was still hearing his angry voice thundering in her head. Damn, her head was hurting as fuck.

***

"Should I get you more?" He asked when she finished eating and she shook her head. "Diamond, are you alright?"

She nodded slightly in response. Feeling a striking pain on her forehead, her hands flew to the lump as she winced.

…and Weston was watching her.

After letting her sit for a while he got up and said, "Let's go upstairs, baby." And she got up.

Weston watched as she walked passed him without looking at him. She seemed frightened by his presence.

Once they got to his room he stretched his hand over her shoulder to open the door.

***

After taking off his cardigan and shirt, he put on his shorts, lay on the bed, and watched her undress.

*

When she was done taking her bath Weston smiled as she put on one of his shirts looking like a little doll princess in it. She was so adorable and he just can't wait to hold her fragile body in his arms. Yet, she still had the scarf on.

"Come here, diamond." With open arms, he said to her.

Okay, now he is gonna take off the damned scarf. "I'm not sleepy yet." She murmured as she sat close to his muscular thigh. Man! They were thick and powerful! She quickly looked away from him. She was dying to be in those powerful arms but…

"Baby? Come here…" Now his voice was husky. "Lemme hold you, my love. My baby. My darling baby. My little princess."

Although he was teasing her, his voice was undertone with concern, his ice-blue eyes gleamed with regrets and remorse. But, no, she wasn't gonna give in even though pleasure and the hunger for him were striking all over her.

He was painfully cute and flirty. His long curly brown hair was packed backward and she couldn't help but admire his masculine facial features. From his perfectly shaped face with a flawlessly trimmed thin beard, his small pointed nose to his lips. His thin lips were red and juicy, at this point, she wanted to lick them savagely.

She needed him. He had those small sexy glittering ice-blue eyes that could melt the hardest heart. They were intense and could captivate anyone in split seconds. It takes the boldest lady in town to look into his eyes for five minutes straight…and she didn't think she was that lady as she was already overwhelmed by his gaze upon her.

Her eyes trailed down to his chest…OMG! She was gonna cry, she was pretty desperate to lay her head on his chest, and wrapped in those stunningly curved muscular arms…

Damn! She lowered her gaze, struggling within her to resist the urge.

No! She won't give in! She won't let him touch her! He'd hurt her. Hurt her pretty badly. Right now that lump was hurting excruciatingly like f*ck. It felt like there was a spinning connection from her head to her eyes. They hurt! Lowering her head worsened the pain like she was supposed to stay stiff. How come he didn't realize what he'd done? How come he didn't even feel it that night?

That elbow was one of the hardest and most effective weapons she'd ever encountered her whole life! WTF! He'd sat up raising his right knee. And as his right arm was placed on his knee she saw how sharp and pointed his elbow was. It was so damned hard like a harmer.

"I know, baby," He said softly, his gaze intense and overwhelming. "I know you're mad at me." He drew closer and attempted to pull her to himself but she resisted.

"Weston stop…" She shoved his hands away.