It's been two fucking days of me holed up in the apartment. Even the small outside area that is very beautifully decorated feels stifling. I want to feel the energy of the city beneath my feet, I want to inhale the sweat and tears of everyone dreaming and working to survive in the concrete jungle. I transitioned from a small town girl to a city girl, and I've never felt more at ease being surrounded by people who couldn't care less who the hell you are. And Alessandro is still being a dick. He's now moved into the spare bedroom, I don't know why he can't just go to his own apartment if he's going to be so extremely pissed off. I'm lying on the lounger outside, trying to catch some of the winter sun when I feel the flutter in my belly. I quickly sit up straight and hold my hand over my stomach, and there it is again. I quickly get up and rush inside the apartment. "I think something is wrong!" I'm close to tears as panic rushes to my head. The knife Alma was busy with fall from
"Im gonna die." Alma's dark eyes peer down at me where I'm lying on the floor. "You are not going to die." I close my eyes on a dramatic sigh. "I'm dying of fucking boredom." I was clearly never created to just stay indoors twenty-four-seven. It has become literal torture. Sure, my goal now is to make sure I'm healthy and carry the triplets as far along in the pregnancy as possible, but I've never been this idle before. "I need something to occupy my mind." "What about the Christmas tree? It arrived a week ago, or what about starting to test those meal ideas you sent me?" I'm turning into a fucking housewife. Yesterday, I spring cleaned the whole open plan area. Now, I'm contemplating learning how to cook intricate recipes. When I complain, Phoebe likes to remind me it's my own damn fault for allowing Kaito in my life. I'm never making friends with another guy ever again. Plus, Alessandro and I are still not speaking. Every night after he has dinner, he joins me in bed, but I
"So what's up with you and Allesandro?" Thomas asks me in a bored tone. "Did you break up?" "Why, is that what he said?" I haven't seen him in days, and my withdrawal symptoms have been through the roof. Everyone is steering clear of me because I've been exploding over the tiniest things. "He's not really talking to anyone other than shouting." There's mirth in Thomas's eyes. He always seems to be entertained when I'm troubled. At least both me and Alessandro are acting out. That means he's just as upset as I am. Meanwhile, Phoebe is going ahead with arranging a wedding for a bride and groom who can't stand each other right now. "He's pissed because of Kaito, I think he blames me for making friends with the guy." I huff out. Thomas frowns and seems to contemplate what I said. "You think that's the reason he's pissed?" I sigh. "What other reason could there be Thomas? It's not like I did anything else apart from antagonizing Raquel, and if he's pissed about that, he can shove i
I feel slightly stupid as I look at myself in the mirror. Alessandro has never cared about what underwear I wear in the past. Underwear doesn't matter if you intend on ending up naked. But here I am in some scandalous red lace that leaves nothing to the imagination, Phoebe's idea of course. She said I have to apologize and starting with sex is the best way to do that. I pull on my robe and go to the living room area. I don't even know if he's going to come home tonight, we didn't talk about that after we just stood in his office and kissed. I hope Kaito's family finds him, for his sake. My heart pings when I hear the front door open and I rush to watch Alessandro walk through. He stops when he sees me. "Hey." "You came home." He eats up the strides until he reaches me and takes my face in his hand, his lips slamming against mine. Oh, what a way to come home. I moan under his mouth as I clutch his jacket in my arms. He feels like all my desires wrapped up in one. He walks us b
"I'm so glad you and Alessandro finally made up. You were just a terrible person to be around." Phoebe looks at me from the corner of her eye, wary that I might throw her with my teacup. I might still do it, too. "Fuck you." I give her the middle finger. "You know, in a few months you are going to be a mother, maybe you should start practicing using better language." It looks like my sister really has a death wish today. "I'm only saying this out of concern for my nephew and the other two who we are yet to find out." She claps her hands together in glee. "I'm so excited, do you like my outfit?" She looks like something straight out of a Barbie commercial. "You don't think it's too much pink?" I ask sweetly. "No!" She exclaims like I'm insane. " I'm channeling all female energy. I can do with one boy, I'm holding all fingers and toes that the other two are girls." "You do know that we don't know if they're identical or not, right? Because if they are identical, all three of t
I proudly step back as I take in my very first Christmas tree. I turn on the lights, and I laugh in glee as it lights up the huge room. "That's insane!" T.J. bounces on the balls of his feet. I enlisted his help today to put the tree up, and I have to admit that I've never felt this childlike joy before. Maybe I wasn't meant to be this hard-shelled person. Maybe the only reason I was like this in the first place was because I never had the chance to experience the simple joys of a Christmas tree. "You guys did a good job." Alma says from the kitchen. I hold my hand up for a high five from my assistant. "We did a great job." He smashes his hand against mine. "Next year, I'll have three new friends to help me!" I laugh, not telling him that those little friends won't be able to do anything but cry and poop. "But this year you're the only kid getting presents." I ruffle his hair. His eyes go wide with excitement. "Do you think my dad will get me a drone?" "If he doesn't, I'll ge
Phoebe is in disbelief when we stop at Alessandro's private plane. "What the hell is this?" Thomas turns around in his seat to look at us. "The wedding has been compromised. Clearly, someone knew where we were going that wanted to harm us." In this life, I've learned that nothing can surprise me anymore. "What do you mean!" Phoebe cries out. "But I had everything planned!" "Don't worry, okay? We have your plans." Thomas gets out, and I follow him. We round the car to look at the damage that one hit got in. "Do you know who that could've been?" I ask him. He shakes his head. "No, it could've been anyone." There are just too many enemies, I can't even keep track of them all anymore. But my life has always been a shitshow. Why would I expect it to be any different. "So where are we going now?" I want to know. "And did you anticipate something happening? " "Rule number one," Thomas looks me in the eyes. "Always anticipate something happening, got it?" I nod. "When you're a pow
"Good morning, sleepy head." I struggle to open my eyes and moan in pleasure as he rains kisses down my face. "Wake up, baby, we have guests." He chuckles in my ear. In another life I would've attacked him with my knife, but my body is working overtime. This would be a perfect time to kidnap me, actually, because I simply wouldn't have the energy to fight back. "I know you're tired." More kisses on my exposed shoulder. "But it's already eleven, and I told everyone we'll have a wedding brunch." This makes me open my eyes. I'm getting married in one day. Alessandro smiles down at me. "Good morning." I rub the sleep from my eyes. "When did you get in?" He kisses me softly on the forehead. "A few hours ago. Are you okay after yesterday?" There's fury in his eyes, and I lift my hand to rub the frown from his forehead. "I'm good, not even a scratch. Thomas has mad driving skills." I smile. "Okay, let me get up and get the boys fed." He smirks and bends down to kiss me swiftly on