บททั้งหมดของ Dare To Mate: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

JACE BALDWIN'S POV "Ugh! Fucking hell." I groaned in pain as my head thumped in pain. My hands slowly reached out to cradle my head in an attempt to alleviate the pain. Groaning, I pressed my middle and ring fingers to my temple, giving it a gentle massage, my eyes shut tightly as I tried to avoid the sharp rays of morning sunlight that filtered through the blinds.I didn't need to open my eyes to know I wasn't sprawled out on my bed but on a cold floor. I pushed myself to a sitting position, my bones cracking in protest from being subjected to an awkward position for how long I had been passed out.I heaved a heavy sigh, pulling my legs to myself. I was still in the clothes I was in yesterday, but the dark shirt and pants were wrinkled and reeked of alcohol, dried blood, and sweat. The pounding in my head didn't relent, but instead of going to the medicine cabinet, my hand reached out to the discarded bottle of Martel that was patiently seeking my attention.Sitting on the floor wi

JACE BALDWIN'S POV It was already past three in the afternoon when I finally woke up from my deep drunken slumber.I winced in discomfort when the bright afternoon sun rays glistened through the open window blind, amplifying my raging headache.I wasn't sure if it was normal for me to feel as if my head was used to replace a broken drum in a drumbeat challenge."Damn, I should have gone easy on those bottles." I groaned, turning over to lie on my back, my fingers massaged my temple, trying to alleviate the pain. Luckily, Alice had cleaned up all the mess I left in my wake; my room no longer reeked of alcohol and blood. Well, my nose could still pick up the faint stench of dried blood on my knuckles.After freshening up, Alice came in to announce my late lunch, which I quickly accepted. All through the day, I didn't get to hear from Addison, which was refreshing, even though I found it a bit weird.Yes, it was weird that I no longer missed my fiancé's absence, and I wanted more than

"You look beautiful." My breath hitched as we stared deep into each other's eyes. Adoration and desire flickered through Darren's dark grey eyes as his hands tightened around my waist, my baby bump was pressed into his toned abdominal muscles, and my fingers clutched tightly around his biceps. My face became redder than before when I felt his biceps contract under my hold."Thank you, you don't look bad yourself," I mumbled under my breath, my face still burning as I tried pulling back from his hold.Linda had a cold and distant look on her face as she leaned against my closet door frame, her arms crossed defensively over her chest, when I dashed back to grab my bag, and her unsettling eyes followed my every move."So umn, see ya." I bid her my goodbye, waving awkwardly at her from my bedside before skipping outside to meet with Darren, who led me to his car that was parked outside the house. His chauver, a man in his late forties, standing tall and erect by the front passenger door

"Hey, I'm sorry about your mate Carly, it's his loss, really," Darren said in a low voice after some moments of silence and sniffling on my part. "You wanna know the worst part of all this?" I didn't have to do much to be able to pull the saddest and most heartbroken face I could muster since those were the exact emotions I was feeling as I thought back to Jace and his gang of psychotic friends. "He wanted to keep you on the side to scratch his itch?" Darren asked with a raised brow as he drowned out the content of his glass before refilling from the bottle. "That, plus the fact that he wanted nothing to do with the child. Absolutely nothing, Darren." I whimpered running shaky fingers through my hair. "He, he, gosh this is hard," I muttered, toying with the tablecloth while staring blankly into space. "A week into my pregnancy, he, he," I stuttered looking everywhere but him while wrinking my fingers under the table. "He beat me so bad that I spent five freaking days in the hospita

JACE BALDWIN'S POV Taking in a deep breath, I braced myself as I rapt my knuckles twice on the brown wooden door, after a few seconds of no reply, I knocked again before turning my back against it, silently listening in to the slightest sound or movement in the house, while my eyes scanned the empty hallway that was brightly illuminated by the sharp florescent light that shined from the ceiling. When I didn't get any response, I decided to use the doorbell instead. I heard a rustling sound from inside, I could hear the sound of feet tapping against the floor coming closer. Straightening to my full height, I shoved my left hand into my pant pocket just as I heard the door swing open. "Baby, um, you're a bit early." She flung herself into me the moment I turned my attention to her, her hands curled tightly around my neck almost choking the living daylight out of me. With a slight frown on my face, I pulled away from her dead grip, holding out my wrist in front of my face, the yell