เข้าสู่ระบบ“What’s in the bag?”
The sound of Levi’s voice melts me in my skin and paralyzes me at the same time. My mind thinks of two possibilities at once.
If I move away, hiding the bag and acting secretive, Levi will suspect something. We could be lucky enough that he hasn’t suspected anything from last night, but if I act suspicious now, he will. Yet if I do not move and Levi leans in, he’ll see the pills, and then he’ll definitely know.
I’m still frozen in place when Christian moves to stand in front of me.
His cool response stops Levi from marching over, “It’s an apology for scaring her yesterday.”
Christian continues convincingly, his voice rough, “Lyra didn’t get the chance to give you the gift she prepared yesterday, and that was because of me.”
When I look, I see Levi looking equal parts displeased and proud.
His response tells me which emotions he feels for who, “You don’t have to apologize by giving Lyra a present, Christian, I’m sure she understands it was a mistake.
She should have called again to confirm if I was home. She should have known i'd be at my party.
And since I’m the one whose surprise got ruined, shouldn’t I be getting the present instead?”
A surprising feeling of annoyance begins to course through me at his words but the moment I remember I slept with the brother he adores so much, I wipe that feeling from my bones.
Christian’s response is cold, “I’ll get you a gift later.”
Levi grins, expression beaming as he praises his brother, “You’re a real gentleman, Christian.”
Like impulsive children, he and Cassie crane their necks, trying to see past Christian’s form as Levi orders,“Let’s see what the present is, Lyra. I’m sure Christian got you something great.
You should thank him.”
I instantly tighten my hold on the paper bag and respond coldly, “It’s nothing important. Go back to your party, Levi, everyone’s waiting for you.”
Levi and Cassie both stop, expressions surprised, almost offended, but I see their gazes shift back to Christian, still standing in front of me. His voice carries a chill that mirrors mine when he speaks, “Lyra doesn’t have to thank me.” My heart begins to pound in my chest as he goes on, “Yesterday was important to her and I ruined it, so an apology is only appropriate.”
Levi nods, suddenly complacent, “That’s true.” He asks again, tone now serious, “How about you come have a drink then in honor of my birthday then? Just one drink. I won’t bother you into staying any longer than you want to.”
I see a blank look on Christian’s face when he glances at me, an imposing coldness in his eyes this time. His gaze locks with mine for a few seconds before he nods, baritone rumbling as he accepts, “Just a drink.”
Levi smiles wide and we all head back to the main living room together. With each step we take, only one thought runs through my mind.
Why would he give me birth control pills in public?!
Does he want Levi to find out?!
I’m so fucking angry at him.
Cassie and Levi revolve around Christian as they try and fail to keep his attention, but his eyes always wander to me. My heart races each time he does, and i’m close to breathless, so I grab a bottle of water and head to the restroom.
Once I get in and shut the door behind me, I splash water on my face, breathing heavily as I try to calm myself.
Gradually, I look down at the brown paper bag still in my hand.
Birth control pills!
My cheeks heat up as my mind finally makes sense of why he would hand this over to me. That bastard came in me last night.
He… he didn’t use protection. He had sex with me raw… and it’s smart he thought of pills because I definitely haven’t, but did he have to give it to me at his brother’s party?
I’ll…. I just have to forget all about him after this. My focus should be on Levi instead, not on whatever his brother is up to.
I nod to myself, settling on that decision as I exit the restroom, but the next step I take has me bumping into a body so firm I lose my footing and fall backward.
A hand wraps around my waist and stops me from banging onto the door.
As the scent of mountain winds and spicy pine forest fills my nose, I know who it is.
I look up to find Christian is staring at me.
Staring up at him like this…. an unwelcome thought runs through my mind. He looks really handsome, like a proper gentleman, yet cold as a winter storm.
He looks what every romance book addict imagines a CEO would look like, even his suit hugs his body perfectly… yet the moment he speaks, I really wish he would shut up.
“Don’t forget to take the pills.”
I frown and I do not bother hiding it from my face. Fuck him and damn who he is!
“Maybe you should also stop ambushing me? We agreed to act like nothing happened but with all this, Levi will definitely suspect something.”
Christian’s hand is still on my waist, and we’re still standing so close that I can see the look in his eyes harden as he responds icily, “I won’t seek you out after this… You have my word.”
Despite myself, the frown on my face softens and I take a deep breath. Christian removes his hand from my waist and walks towards the door, but a moment before he opens it he stops, hand on the handle as he turns to look at me.
Christian Storm begins to stare.
I raise an eyebrow, uncomfortable and waiting, but he simply stares at me for a while more before speaking. His words sound like a warning, “You should pay more attention to the actions of those around you, Lyra.”
Christian leaves before I can ask what he means, and I stand in the hallway wondering what he could mean. Is he warning me about something some of the guests Levi invited have planned?
I have no idea, but as I head out and get closer to the main living room, the loud sound of whistling and cheering reaches my ears.
When I get to the last couple of steps I look in and I see Levi, pulling Cassie close, hand on her waist and smile on his face… As they get close enough to kiss.
The ride back to the safehouse is quiet.It's like we're both doing our best to hold our breaths, but Christian’s hand rests over mine the whole way. His thumb brushes absent circles across my skin, but neither of us says much.We’re both still sad from the news, and the doctor’s warning just weighs on me like iron chains now.I've been asked to stick to a strict regime of rest and sleep. I've also been given the meal plans to a nutrition routine that should help me.Christian is going to hire a nutritionist and have a personal doctor stay at the safehouse with me, but everything just feels like yet another reminder of what's probably going to happen if I don't make it to the end of my pregnancy term.That's also a possibility, that I might even die before the child comes and the both of us would be lost.Christian almost lost it when Doctor Rami informed us of that, but seeing him in that state only made me feel more resolved to actually go through with this. I'm going to have this c
Christian runs a hand down his face, exhaling hard in a way I haven't seen him ever do. His voice is raw with emotion but still hard as iron as he speaks, “I don’t care what the board says and I don’t care what my father says, Lyra.I don’t even care what anyone outside this room thinks. You are my priority, Lyra.You. Not,” Christian's voice cracks, and he swallows hard before finishing, “YOU are my priority, not some baby I haven’t even met yet.”I don't know why but that sends a surge of pain right through me. I breathe deeply, fighting the sting of tears as I try to force words out of my mouth, “Christian, listen to me...”Christian's tone sharpens as he cuts me off, “No, you listen to me.” His hand reaches for mine and when it finds me, he wraps his hand around my hand. His hold is warm and steady and I feel every word Christian says in a deep part of my soul I can't describe, “I can’t lose you, Lyra.I won’t survive it if I lose you.I love you, YOU, and if it comes down to choo
Lyra's pov.I'm laying on the hospital bed and staring up at the tiles, counting the cracks that run like small rivers across the surface.My body still feels heavy, too heavy to move, but my mind has refused to rest.The doctor’s words keep replaying in my head like a broken record, and each time I hear it, something in me breaks afresh."Carrying this baby to term could kill you, Miss Bennett."I wish I had never heard those words, but it's already too late for that now. I've heard them and they're here to change my life forever.Right now the room is still and quiet, but inside me it feels like a storm is raging.My baby is in danger.Not just my baby, but our baby. Our child.Our child is in danger and it's not because of the world outside, not because of Faye or the Clarke family drama, but because of me.I'm the reason my child might not survive well enough to be born safely, because my body isn’t strong enough. Because the stress I’ve been under has eaten away at me like rust o
There's something like a glimmer of approval in the eyes of this man who saw my mother in a situation where her life was also at risk, but where the man she loved couldn't care less about her.Ramirez gives me a look that tells me he's proud I'm not turning out to be like him, but his actions contradict that look because he shakes his head softly. “I’m afraid that decision isn’t solely yours to make, Christian.Lyra has already told us she intends to carry the pregnancy to term, regardless of the risks.”I stand there frozen and stunned. “What?”Ramirez nods, “She was clear about it."His tone is firm as he continues, “She wants this child. We’ll monitor her closely, but the risk remains. I informed you because I thought you should know before you see her. You can go in now.”My chest feels like it’s splitting open as I look past him toward the closed door. Behind it, Lyra is lying in a hospital bed, weak but stubborn as ever.Ramirez rests a hand briefly on my shoulder, then lets go
I hate hospitals.The first memory I have of a hospital is when I had to enter one with my mother. She had been chronically depressed for weeks and no one had been around to notice when she stopped eating.She didn't notice either. She just stopped, and then one day she collapsed from dehydration and malnutrition. The doctors had to keep her here for a week, and for that week I saw her sit in the bed and look at the door, waiting for someone that was never going to come.The hospital has smelled like antiseptic and fear to me ever since then. I remember even as a child, I could feel everything in my stomach curling up at the unique combination of that smell.It threatens to do the same thing now but I remind myself that I'm no longer a child. I'm not the boy that couldn't prevent his mom from fading away in front of him.I'm a man who has to ensure the woman he loves doesn't do the same thing. When I saw Lyra faint, I froze for all of a second because right in that moment, the person
My throat tightens. Tears burn behind my eyes, and a chuckle leaves my lips as I smile back at him, “I think that’s exactly why I had to say it. Because if you’re going to have me… then I’m going to have you too, Christian Storm.I promise from today, no more walls. We’ll be tighter than two peas in a pod.”Christian’s hand reaches across the table, and I slip mine into it without hesitation. His grip is warm and firm. I missed this feeling. Christian feels so… grounding.We eat after that, and I taste the food even better than I do when I’m the one who cooks.Every glance across the table and every brush of Christian’s fingers against mine makes an electric feeling of want zap through me.When we leave the restaurant and head back out I lean back against the seat and stare at the city as it passes by outside.I make the decision before I can even think of it, “Take us somewhere we can be alone, Christian. Let’s not go back to the safehouse tonight.”Christian glances at me, something







