Is that child mine?
I turned off the ignition but didn't immediately alight from the car. Elena didn't say a word all through the ride and right now, she was still just as pale. And still silently sobbing.
I was itching to dry those tears but I didn't wanna upset her any bit. So I kept my hands to myself.
Finally, I alighted the car, went around, and opened the door to the passenger's seat. She didn't budge. I grabbed her hand, slowly pulling her out of the car.
She came out and I slammed the door shut. Still holding her hands, I took a step. But she tugged at her hand, not wanting to come with me.
“Hey, it's okay. We're just gonna talk. I promise.” I sounded like a lovesick teenager. But I couldn't help it.
She was hurt. Emotionally broken. And fucking pregnant. This was the most vulnerable moment of her life. The least I could do was be soft with her.
I tried taking another step and she tugged her hand again, refusing to come with me.
“Elena, please.” I sighed in exasperation. “You can't stay out here. It's cold…”
“I don't wanna go inside.” She mumbled out. The first words she ever spoke since we left her house.
“Why not? I'm not gonna touch you, I promise. I just wanna talk to you, please.”
She still wasn't saying anything, and she was avoiding my gaze. I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me.
Deep inside those teary, puffy eyes was fear. What was she so afraid of? Why didn't she wanna come inside with me?
“What are you…” I was gonna ask. And then it hit me. “Oh, fuck no. Your aunt Vanessa is not inside. She went to see a friend. I'll just have to call and make sure she doesn't return here tonight.”
My guess was right because that fear dwindled a bit after I said those words. Still, she was hesitant.
“What….what about the servants? What if they eavesdrop?” She asked, picking her every word.
“I'll dismiss them for the night. It'll be just the both of us. Talking.” I added, just for clarification. I wasn't sure how I was gonna have her alone in my bedroom and just talk. But I was ready to say anything to convince her to come inside.
And I wasn't that much of an ass to try to fuck her while she was still feeling sore about being pregnant. I wanna believe I'm not.
“Please?” I tried again, taking a step, and this time, she didn't resist.
I succeeded in bringing her with me to the porch and the front door. But then she tugged her hand away from my grip, forcing us both to a halt.
“I don't wanna go in through the main door.” She shook her head.
“Sure, uh…you can use the back door. Go wait in my bedroom. I'll dismiss the servants and come join you.”
I handed her the keys and she didn't take them. Her eyes burnt with scorn as she stared at me.
“Please, Ma'am,” I whispered, pulling her hand forward and forcing the keys into her palm. “Please.”
She glared at me longer before walking off to my bedroom through the backdoor while I went into the house through the main door.
“Call everyone; I have an important announcement,” I said to the servants who opened the door for me.
Within five minutes, they were all lined up in front of me.
“Y'all can take the night off. Resume tomorrow afternoon.”
“Yes, Master.” They all chorused and bowed.
In about ten minutes, the house was echoing a comfortable silence. One last thing to do was to call Vanessa.
I did and she picked on the second ring.
“Hello, love.” She giggled, and in that was a bit of a slur. Drinking was a huge part of girls' outings. Wasn't it?
“Hey. Uh…you're drunk.”
“A little,” she giggled. “Do you want me to come home already?”
“Uh, no. I was just checking on you. It's fine if you spend the night there. You can come home in the morning.”
“Really?” She loves the idea. Perfect! “Thank you, baby.”
“Yeah. Uh, see you tomorrow. Bye.” I ended the call with a sigh of relief. It worked out smoother than I thought, thank goddess.
Now it was just me and Elena. And as shameful as it sounds, I'm fucking jittery about joining her in my bedroom.
She looks like a ticking bomb and I'm gonna have to be careful with my steps not to tick her off. Having a conversation with her would be like walking on eggshells. It'd be better to leave it until she's more stable. But I can't.
So yeah, I just need to be careful with my words.
Braced up, I headed to my bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, still sobbing. At this rate, she's gonna run out of tears.
I brushed my hand over my pants as I slowly entered the room. I felt double nervous and jittery about starting the conversation.
For a minute I thought of a nice way to start so I don't hurt any of her glaring, sensitive nerves.
“Do you…do you want water?” It was a lame start and I cringed as those words left my lips.
She ignored me and that made me feel even worse. I thought for seconds and tried again, going bolder than earlier.
“Just to be sure, uh…is that child mine?”
She looked up sharply with an icy glare. “You already know the answer to that question.”
My heart flipped in excitement. But I wasn't a bastard to show it. She didn't like the fact that she was pregnant. So it'd be idiotic of me to thrill in her pain.
Still, a part of me glowed in excitement. The woman I'm obsessed with is carrying my child. Feels like a little fairytale for me.
“I'm…not gonna keep this child.” Those words coldly left her lips, stabbing right into the center of my heart, murdering my little excitement.
“Wh…what?” The pain echoed in my question.