Chapter 11

Elena

I curled up on my bed as I clutched my tummy. Fuck, I feel like I'm about to explode. My toes curled as I shut my eyes.

Maybe if I shut my eyes really hard the pain will go away. I suddenly heard a knock on my door. Really? Now?

I got down from my bed slowly and reluctantly walked to open my door. “Ric.” I said weakly.

“Archer wants you to come downstairs for dinner.” I blinked for a while, obviously taken aback by what he said.

“Can I skip?” I asked with pleading eyes. I don't want to have lunch with him, why does he want me to eat with him?

“No, you can't. See you in 30 minutes.” He left after that. Oh, come on. Why does he suddenly want this today?

I don't have that strength to be around him right now. This is so annoying. I climbed back onto my bed in the same position I was in earlier while murmuring to myself.

My eyes travelled to the clock on the wall. Damn, 25 minutes had already passed. That was fast. I weakly got up from my bed and adjusted my messy hair.

“I'll just eat and come back. It's not so hard, right?” Just then, another painful cramp hit me. Causing me to hiss and bend. “Fuck.”

I grabbed the glass of water on my bedside table and drank the whole contents. I let out a loud sigh before opening my door and walking out.

Hopefully, I don't run into any bitch today. I descended the stairs slowly. I swear to God every step felt like my uterus was tearing.

I finally got to the dining area, Ric was already seated and my eyes travelled to Archer. He was tapping his forefinger on the table slowly. I'm not late, am I? I left 2 minutes early.

“You're not late, that's good.” I heard him speak. I simply pulled out a chair and sat on it.

“Don't sit there, this is your seat.” He pointed to the seat beside him and I shot him a questioning look but refrained from saying anything else.

I just went to sit where he wanted me to. I heard footsteps and turned my head to the sound. It was the girl that pressed a gun to my head the other time.

“Hera, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in England?” Ric asked her.

“I'll leave tonight, I just need to get some stuff for the night.” Her eyes met mine and she gave me a nasty look.

What the fuck is her problem? I haven't even done anything to her.

“Join us.” She scoffed as she ran her hand through her head. “You're having dinner with the whore now? Wow, what next? Marriage?”

“Hera.” Archer said in a calm yet commanding tone, causing her to flinch a bit. “It's either you're joining us, or you're leaving with that filthy mouth of yours.”

She chuckled dryly. “I can't believe that my brother is taking the side of a whore. I'm leaving.”

“Good choice.” And with that, she left.

They're Siblings, no wonder why she gets away with words, because the girl from the other day didn't have that opportunity.

I don't get her. Why does she hate me? Even if I was a whore, what is her problem with it? Is she crazy?

Archer just defended me. I never knew he would, but he did. I guess he's not so bad after all. His sister is pretty annoying though, I wonder what her problem is.

Just then, I felt another sharp pain which sent zaps throughout my body. My face creased as the pain intensified. I'm almost done with my food anyway. I immediately got out of my chair.

“Where are you going?” Archer asked without looking at me.

“My room.” I didn't want to talk much, talking felt like a sport at this moment.

“You only leave the table once I leave.” What? Is he fucking serious?

I weakly made my way to my chair. “Are you okay?” Ric asked in a soft tone and I nodded while taking my seat.

My head went down as I tried to suppress the pain I was feeling in my abdomen. “Elena, are you sure you're fine? Archer, just let her go to her room.”

“I'm fine Ric, don't worry about me.” He suddenly stood from his seat and walked to my side. His hands wrapped around my waist as he helped me up. Archer suddenly rose from his seat.

“Step aside.” Ric let go of me immediately. Archer closed the gap between us and picked me up in a bridal style. A small gasp left my lips after that, that was unexpected.

He took me inside my room and placed me on my bed gently. “I'll let the maid buy you some pills for your cramps.” He said nonchalantly.

Oh so he knew? Jerk. He was about to leave when I held him by the wrist. I don't know why I did that, I could've just told him to wait.

He turned to look at me. “Could I also get a heating pad?” His expression didn't change as he nodded. My gaze travelled to his inked arm. Does he not feel pain? That looks very painful. I guess he has a high pain tolerance.

I let go of his wrist. I don't know but the tattoos kind of made him look hot, or am I just seeing things because I'm in immense pain?

He left my room and after some minutes, he returned with what I asked for. What is he doing here? He could've just let the maid bring it, he didn't have to bring it himself.

I sat up and immediately drank the medicine. “There's hot water in it already.” He handed me the heating pad. “Thank you.” He didn't say anything again and left.

Why am I feeling tingles inside me after what he did? Maybe it's because of the pain. There's no way I'm impressed with him. He's a psychopath.