Chapter 15 Chapter 5.3
He went into his office, not knowing that I followed him. I opened the door. He was about to go to his chair when I grabbed his arm, which surprised him.
"What the fuck!" When he turned to me, I gave him a hard slap. Surprise was evident on his face because of what I did. Just because he's rich and powerful doesn't mean he has the right to do whatever he wants to me. Just because I'm his wife doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants.
"What's your problem?!" he shouted. I wanted to cry because of intense anger, but I restrained myself. I wanted to talk to him.
"You? What's your problem?! After what you did to me last night, you don't even have anything to say? Not even a sorry? Not even an explanation? And then you'll say we just overdid it playing in bed?! Are you out of your mind?!" I shouted loudly at him. He took a slight step back because of the loudness of my shout. I quickly wiped away the tears that fell on my cheek. "Yes, we're married, but you still don't have the right to do whatever you want to me! Don't make me your sex slave, Mr. Velasquez. Your family is known to be respectable, but you defiled my womanhood! You forced me to do what you wanted without my permission! I begged you several times not to do it, but you still did. Don't think that all women will be infatuated with you, don't think that all women want to be with you, don't think that all women want to have sex with you!" I felt the veins in my neck and forehead popping out because of intense anger.
My tears flowed continuously as I said those words to him. He became silent. His angry and annoyed face earlier became gentle.
"I'm sorry," he only uttered. I felt his sincerity, but I still couldn't accept what he did to me. He knew I was pregnant, and he knew we were only forced to marry each other.
He rubbed his face and then sighed. He met my eyes that were very angry at him.
"I didn't mean to do that to you, Heaven. I was drunk last night, I wasn't myself. I couldn't think straight. Don't worry, I won't do it again." He said and then turned his back. "Now leave, I want to be alone. I'm sincere in apologizing to you. It seems like your anger is real, and you didn't like what I did. Now, leave." He said seriously. I felt a little relieved because he apologized, so I left.
I wiped my tears and then sighed. I looked at the employees who were looking at me.
"I bet sir scolded her. She didn't even knock before entering." I heard them whispering. I just ignored it. I went back to my working station and focused all my attention there. I stopped what I was doing when I felt like my stomach was turning.
I started throwing up, so I quickly stood up and went to the comfort room. I threw up what I ate earlier. My knees almost weakened with every vomit. I hate morning sickness. When I finished, I rinsed my mouth. I drank some water first before going back to my working station.
"Are you okay, Miss Rosales?" our supervisor asked me.
"I'm okay, ma'am," I answered, which she nodded to and then left. I felt hungry again. I endured my hunger until lunch break. I went out first because I was really hungry. I went straight to the canteen to buy food. I saw Desmond seriously talking to his companions.
"Ahh!" I groaned when someone bumped into me.
"I'm sorry miss, are you okay?" the man carrying a lot of papers asked me.
"It's okay, I'm sorry too." I said. I looked at Desmond again, who was looking at me. When he noticed that I was looking at him, he looked away and they continued walking and talking.
I got my food and then looked for a place to sit. I just smiled when I was able to eat, but I had only taken three bites when I felt my stomach turning again. I just sighed. I held my lower abdomen.
Baby, can you let mommy eat? I need to eat for you. Don't throw up everything I eat, please? I pleaded with my child. I looked at my food, but I didn't have an appetite anymore. Is it really this hard to have pregnancy cravings?
When I got home, I looked for something I could cook. There were a lot of stocks in the fridge, but it seemed like I didn't want to eat anything. I was hungry, but I didn't know what I wanted to eat. I just sat down and then rested my chin on my hand. What am I going to eat? It's so hard to be alone. I just sighed.
When Desmond arrived, I looked at him. I raised my eyebrow when he put down the plastic bags he was carrying on the table.
"Eat that," he said. I looked at the sour fruits he brought.
"Did you buy it?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. He's not the type of man who would buy me food, especially since he hates me.
"No, I have no reason to buy you food. Mom asked me to give it to you." He answered grumpily. I just rolled my eyes at him. Just like I expected him to answer.
I looked at them and then looked for something I could eat. I saw the unripe mango. That's what I peeled and ate. I smiled because I liked the taste. I didn't think that when you're pregnant, your taste in food changes.
I almost finished a kilo of mangoes. This is the only thing I've liked to eat since I started having pregnancy cravings. When Desmond re-entered the kitchen, he looked at the mango peels on the table with a frown.
"Did you eat all of that?" he asked me.
"Do you want some?" I asked him. He should be thankful that I'm a generous pregnant woman.
"No, thanks. Eat all of it if you want." He answered grumpily. I just rolled my eyes at him and then continued eating. I just watched Desmond's every move because it looked like he was going to cook his food. I was just eating quietly. This is probably okay for my dinner.
When Desmond finished cooking, I cleaned up my peels because he might get angry. I'm also going to enter my room to take a shower and sleep. I was just finishing the remaining mangoes in the bowl. I looked at him when he gave me the plate.
"Eat, it's not enough to just eat mangoes." I looked at him with a frown. "Don't look at me like that, I'm doing this for our future child." He added.