I stood up abruptly. This is probably some type of joke. He is just trying to mess with me for denying his advances.
"WHAT! That's not funny. This is a serious matter!" I exclaimed.
"I'm not joking, Miss Young, or should I call you Mrs. Adams from now on?" Ivan smirked.
"Look, I decided to keep the baby, but I don't want to marry you! I meant we could coparent to help the kid grow up, and that's about it," I cried.
So, there I go, off to start my new life as the fiancé of Ivan Adams. How did I get here? Who would've thought my boss would turn out to be such a pain in the ass?I packed up all my belongings and left the apartment. Since I already had keys to Ivan's place, it was a smooth transition. At least his mansion was a hell of an upgrade from my shabby little apartment. I decided to make the best of it. Now, if only I could avoid the whole marriage deal."Ah, there you are. Hope you have everything you need from your old place," Ivan said when he saw me coming in.
Okay, I know what you are thinking. I keep saying I don't want him, yet, this is the third time I ended up in his bed. I'm a complete mess, I know. My feelings are all over the place.It was like my mind wanted to reject him for being an obnoxious jerk, but my body craved his touch. This is why I wanted to keep my distance from him, but that would be impossible considering we live together now."Could we keep our roommate situation on the down-low at work? I don't want people to gossip about me and say I screwed my boss to get to the top," I said in the morning.
"We are going to visit mother tomorrow and give her the news," Ivan said. We were sitting down to have dinner together. I had been avoiding him all day after the kiss we shared at the library."Okay, I told my mom already to deliver the big news," I said."Oh yeah? What did she say?" he asked."She is not happy about me getting pregnant before marriage, but she decided not to murder me since we are getting married anyway," I replied.
"I can't believe you are getting married. And to our boss!" Mandy chirped. "That’s like a dream come true. Although you kind of stole my future husband, I am still happy for you.""Yeah, I can't believe it either, and I am not happy about it," I said."We need to go dress shopping!" she said, totally ignoring my distress.The dress, I didn't even think about it. The wedding was happening in four weeks and I didn't pick out a dress yet. Ivan's mom gave me the address to a famous bridal shop in New York, so I gues
"ARIEL MY BABY" My mom screamed from the top of her lungs as soon as I entered the house."Oh honey, you are glowing!" she said as she hugged me. "Now show me the asshole who got my baby girl pregnant.""That would be the asshole who is standing behind me," I said.She looked behind me, ready to glare at the man responsible for my demise."It is very nice to meet you, Ma'am," Ivan said. He was as c
Okay, maybe my body enjoys him a tad too much, but can you blame me? I am only a human. I have needs. I have never felt this much attraction towards anyone. Not even Mark now that I think about it. I blame it on my pregnancy hormones. I am just not thinking clearly. Or…it was because this guy who was sleeping next to me looked like a freaking Greek statue. If only he didn’t have those bright grey eyes and charming dimples, I could control myself around him. Why am I so shallow?"Oh, you're awake,"
There were two days left until the wedding and I was freaking out. My sister came down to New York to help me, so I took out all my wrath on her."Why are you stressing so much? The wedding planner doing everything for you," she asked."What do you mean why? I am getting married. To my freaking boss! I'm not even sure if this is really happening or I'm stuck in some type of bad dream," I said."You are acting like a brat. Lots of girls would kill to be in your position! Look at who you are marrying. He is handsome, so
"I must say, Miss Young, you have quite the imagination when it comes to your dream proposal," Ivan smirked.How did I know he read my diary? He did everything I wrote on how I want my dream proposal to be. Step by step.In the middle of an orchid garden with a ruby ring. I would be wearing a red dress. A hundred butterflies will fly by once we kiss. I was sixteen when I wrote that okay?"Where did you find it?" I demanded to know.
"Ouch! Take it easy Mr. sexy nurse," I yelped as Ivan dressed my wound. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" he asked and looked at me with concern. "I am pretty sure. This is just a scratch. I've gotten worse wounds from my sister Terry when we fought in our youth," I commented. Ivan and I were sitting in the living room after the whole ordeal was over which occurred half an hour ago.
Ivan and I went to the police station the next morning to watch them interrogate Mickey and Linda. We asked the detective to dig dip and see if he can make Mickey confess about Katie Mckinzee's involvement.We stood in front of the window of the office which had a one-way mirror."Don't worry, they won't be able to see you guys since it's a one-way mirror," the detective explained."Yes we know, I've seen a lot of mystery movies," I said.
We followed Mickey's direction step by step. Ivan cashed out six million dollars and put them in a red duffel bag. We headed to the train station. He didn't want me to come along but nothing will stop me from getting to my babies."It's not safe for you there. He already hurt you once," Ivan told me."I don't care. I am coming with you. I need to see that my babies are okay so don't argue with me about this," I insisted."I know how stubborn you are, so I won't waste my time arguing," Ivan sighed.
I woke up in the hospital slightly disoriented. My head hurt like hell. It was as if, someone beat it with a hammer.What happened?I thought. I woke up this morning, it was a nice day out so I took the twins to the park, then...THE TWINS!I started to panic as I remembered the attack. They took them away from me. I touched my head. It was bandaged. They must have hit me really hard for me to go unconscious
Both Ivan and I stared at the twins in awe. They were gorgeous. They both had Ivan's cool grey eyes and my lips and nose. "Look at them, aren't they perfect?" I cooed."Only because of how good looking we are," he said casually.'We did a pretty good job, didn't we?" I laughed."There's just one problem," he said.
I took Ivan shopping during the office hour. He needed to buy some new clothes. I mean, not really needed. The man had everything, but he liked buying clothes out of habit."It...it’s...yellow," Ivan said as he stared at the bright yellow tie I was holding in front of him with a scowl on his face."I know! Like the Sun. Doesn't this remind you of happiness?" I chirped."No, it reminds of horse pee. There's no way I am wearing that," he declared.
"What is the meaning of this?" I asked and chucked my phone at Ivan. He caught it with ease and stared at the screen."This is nothing," he said. Does he think I am stupid? I will kick his ass if he keeps saying its nothing."I need a better explanation than it's nothing," I demanded."The picture was misconstrued," he said. "You know I don't have an intimate relationship with Ms. Ellis."Actually,
I stood beside Ivan at the gallery with an uneasy feeling in my chest. It was the opening day. People from all over the city gathered around to look at the works of Marina Ellis. I knew she would be here any second now to make her debut. I looked at Ivan to see if he showed any type of emotions on his face but his face was blank and stoic as always. How does he feel about seeing his ex after all these years?I jolted back to reality as he held my hand and squeezed it."You seem to be deep in thoughts, are you thinking about me naked?" he asked casually. How can he say stuff like that with a straight face?
I woke up in the morning and smelled bacon and eggs. My mouth started to water, and I was suddenly starving.Ivan entered the room with a tray of food. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so my eyes were graced with his beautiful muscles first thing in the morning. His unwillingness to wear shirts in bed was a blessing in disguise. Praise the Lord."Hungry?" he asked."More ways than one," I said. My lusty eyes were glued to his hard chest.