The elevator opens and I walk inside, tap the button for the twentieth floor. And again, here I am waiting. The whimsical music floods through my ears, yet I don’t focus on it too much. I’ve come all this way and I have no idea what I’m going to say when I see him.
The elevator opens to his floor and I walk two or three feet before I’m staring at his snow white door. Taking in a deep breath, I gather myself and then push the button on the right hand side of his door.
It opens and Stefan’s curious expression shifts to a shocked one. He blinks a few times, surely figuring out how he should react. “You . . . you’re soaked.”
I nod, “Yeah. I ran through the rain to get here.”
He cocks a brow, “You ran through the rain?” I’m typically the woman who can’t bear the thought of getting her hair wet. So, I imagine this must be amusing him.
“Yeah. I wanted to get here as soon as I got back.” My urgency drove me here, my need to be with him. But not only that, my desire to tell him my feelings forced me. I can’t keep doing this anymore. Fuck, I have to tell him. “I can’t keep doing this, Stefan. I can’t—” Shutting my eyes, I try to keep my tears back, but it’s no use. I open them yet again, ready to see the man I love watch me break apart for him. “I can’t keep hiding what we are. I screwed up, and I did it in one hell of a way. I love you, Stefan, and I’ve loved you for so long.”
Stefan takes a step toward me and wraps his hand around my waist as relief floods over my body. His eyes scan over me seductively, like he has so much to say but can’t seem to find the words. God, being this close to him relaxes me so much. It makes me think everything will be okay.
He covers his lips over mine, taking every worry and fear away with him. The way he’s kissing me sends a wild whirl through my stomach, like butterflies, but so much more dramatic. Fireworks. It’s like fucking fireworks going off.
What started out as surprisingly gentle turns into something punishing, as if he’s showing me with his body how angry and hurt he was by my actions. Yet, I sense forgiveness in the way he’s gentle with me. God, this is so much rolled into one. Stefan pulls away, releasing hot and heavy breaths against my lips.
“I freaking knew you two were dating!” Daniella screeches, causing me to jump.
Stefan immediately turns to face her, “A little warning would’ve been nice.”
“I could say the same thing, you know. Kids don’t really like to see their dad’s tongue shoved down someone’s throat.” Daniella replies with a laugh in a snarky manner.
“Daniella,” Stefan sighs, “Don’t you have homework or something?”
“Okay, okay. I get what you’re saying. I’ll leave you two alone,” Daniella waves at me as she goes down the hallway to her bedroom.
“Are you going to invite me in?” I ask him.
“Yeah, come on.” He replies, holding the door open for me.
I walk into his elegant foyer and he shuts the door behind us, locking it shut. “I’m not just going to forgive you overnight. I hope you know that.”
“I know.”
He leads me into his living room area, taking a seat on his sea green couch. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I . . . I need to tell you something.” No. I don’t need to tell him. I need to fucking show him. I open my purse and pull out the pregnancy test I peed on last night, handing it over. He takes it in his hands and when he reads the screen he smiles, and man, it’s massive. But a few seconds pass us by and it dissipates.
“What do you want to do?” His question seems so simple, and yet it isn’t.
“I want to keep this baby, Stefan.” I half smile, waiting for his reaction.
He sucks his lips in and nods. There’s no doubt I’ve shocked him.
“I want you. I want this baby. I fucking want us, Stefan. I love you so damn much, and I’m so sorry it took me this long to admit that.”
“You’re sure it’s mine . . . I mean, after . . .” His voice shakes, making his fear so obvious.
I take his hand and squeeze, “Stefan. I’m certain. I haven’t been to the doctor yet, but I looked on my period app today. I haven’t had a period in over two months. I know this is your baby. I didn’t . . . I didn’t fuck Mircea until after.”
His face flushes with red pigments. He’s angry. “What do you want to do about Mircea?”
“I’ve given it some thought, and I hope you know this isn’t an easy decision for me. But, Stefan, you know me better than anyone else. I’ve never been a conventional woman, and I’ll never be the marrying type. I know my answer might cause me to lose you, but I won’t lie. I love you, more than I’ve loved anyone. And yet at the same time something about Mircea pulls me to him. If you’re open to it, I’d . . . like to be shared, or a throuple . . . or whatever it’s called.”
“A polygamist?”
I nod. Of course he’d have the right word.
Stefan takes his hand from mine and stands, “I need a drink.”
Chapter Nineteen
Stefan
A drink won’t help the things plaguing my mind right now. She’s just told me she’s pregnant and how she loves me. Yet, she wants us both.
What the fuck have I done?
Is this some sort of way to punish me?
No. It couldn’t be. Bianca has never been the type to slowly hurt people. She’d rather rip the bandage off and make it burn then slowly allow it to simmer. I’ve lost so much
