All Chapters of Sinfully Yours: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

My heart rate skyrockets as soon as I'm lying down on the bed in Dr.Pesci 's exam room. He says my pregnancy is high risk because it's multiples, and he might refer me to someone else who specializes in pregnancies where there are more than two babies. That is not something that I wanted to hear because I like him, and he makes me feel comfortable around him. Alessandro squeezes my hand, and I turn my head towards him. At least he's here this time. I still haven't told him about taking the morning after pill in Greece, but I figured it didn't even work, so it doesn't matter at this point. Also, he's extremely stressed out. I can see it in the tired look in his eyes. He's grieving the loss of his parents, and simultaneously, he has to deal with the business and the Whittle's shit. Dario is in some fancy rehab. Apparently, he's staying until he feels like joining the real world again. "You okay?" I ask him. That's really the most stupid line ever created, but I can't think of anythi

I've been in a bad mood for days now. Phoebe has tried telling me that I'm irrational and that it's starting to become annoying. She also regrets mentioning anything about Trey. Alessandro frowns at me from where he's sitting opposite me at a Greek restaurant. We haven't seen much of each other, I'm always sleeping, and he's always working, which has undoubtedly made me even more upset."Are you pissed off at me or something?" He takes a swig of his wine, and I mimic him by taking a swig of my water. "How did you meet Trey?" I want to know. "Did you also meet in school?" He looks suspiciously at me. "No." I raise my eyebrows at the short answer. "Don't you miss hanging out at the club? You're young, handsome, and rich. I assume you don't want to stay at home all the time with a pregnant woman." His eyes narrow on me. "Are you looking for a fight?" "Who said anything about fighting?" I sound like a total teenager. "I was merely asking you a question." I can see he wants to know

I look skeptically at the doctor in front of us. I don't know if she's going to be a good fit for us. She literally looks like she could be my age. Her eyes dart from us to Thomas, who is standing guard inside the door. Enzo is stationed on the outside. I was surprised this morning, too, when security seems to be amped up again. This is the first time Thomas is actually inside the room at an appointment. The doctor nervously clears her throat and clicks on something on her computer screen. "Okay, uhm, I received your previous scans and bloodwork from Dr.Pesci. It seems that you're doing well on the medication he prescribed. Are you having any other severe symptoms? Nausea, maybe? Dizziness?" "No." I shake my head. " I'm just super sleepy. I sleep like ten, eleven hours a day." She nods and makes a note on what I assume is my file. "Your body is working really hard right now, so I would say rest as much as you'd like. Listening to what your body wants is the most important thing he

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

"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