Chapter 61

MIA

I’D HALF THOUGHT THAT WATCHING a chick flick with a stone-faced guy was the last thing I would have to face for the day but no.

Right now, I wasn’t in the room with Pindrop seated on the couch and half explaining the things about the movie that he didn’t understand. That was too good of a gift to ask from God.

So instead, He brought this man and trust me hell hath no fury like a scorned Alessandro Petrakis.

“Thirty-three calls, fifty messages, five bouquet of flowers and nothing. I had to rush all the way home because my heavily pregnant woman is throwing a tantrum so tell me what’s wrong right fucking now or I’ll show you just how much agony you put me through for not answering my calls”

He thundered; I didn’t flinch because this was how he acted when he was mad.

I was mad too; I had no right to be but I was because he—he was in Germany with my sister.

Alessandro’s eyes searched mine, the bowl of fruit salad resting on top of my bump shook with my hands.

I wasn’t scared of him.

R