Chapter 216: JACE

"Sian, the plane can carry up to twenty pieces of luggage in the outside compartment and a few more inside. Where pray tell are you planning to put those rugs?" She'd fallen in love with two things in Istanbul, the blue pottery from Izmir, and the damn Persian rugs.

"But Jace they're so pretty, can't we add them to your...I mean, our bedroom?" She batted her damn lashes at me like she's been doing for the last few hours since we woke up and left the hotel.

Little did she know that it wasn't her damn eye shit that was making me fold, but the fact that it was the mother of my child asking these things of me.

On second thought, her not telling me she was pregnant was kinda good for me. Once those words leave her mouth, she's got me. There won't be anything I can deny her under the sky.

What's the difference jackass? She hasn't told you, but because you went snooping and you know you're bound by the same creed. "Well fuck!"

"What's wrong with you? I won't get the rugs if it's go