“Thank you doctor, I’ll take it from here,” Boston cut in, shooting her a quick look that promised all manner of bad things if she opened her mouth again. She was tempted to throw something at him but there was nothing worth hefting at his head. When the doctor had exited, Julianna swung her legs over the side of the bed, ready to do the same. She needed some space to think. Her head was jumbled and there was no fucking way she was going to make heads or tails of this new development with Boston in her bubble.
“I will have my private physician attend to your needs as soon as we determine paternity,” he said matter-of-fact as if he had a say in anything she decided to do. She ignored him and grabbed her jacket, ready to blow the hospital and go back to her apartment. “In the meantime, I want you to rest.”
“You may go fuck yourself,” she retorted sweetly, incensed that he would even presume that he was allowed an opinion in this situation. “I think you knocked me up on purpose and I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think I should do. Right now, I have two things on my mind; one: get the hell out of this hospital and two: get something to eat because I feel as if my stomach is starting to cave in. And newsflash neither of those options include you.”
He chuckled as if her outburst amused him except his laughter didn’t reach his eyes and she fought a shudder at the ruthlessness she saw there. “Have you forgotten? I own you. And thus, I own whatever’s in your belly. For the time being anyway.” He took a step forward and she trembled at the rage in his eyes. Did he truly believe she’d cheated on him? Was he for real? What opportunity had he given her to run around? She’d been in his constant company since the day she’d signed her life away in a devil’s deal that now, more than ever, she realized had been the worst decision of her life. “Nothing has changed,” he said in a hard tone. “You belong to me.”
“Everything has changed,” she hissed, not backing down even though her stomach trembled. A life was growing in her body. A baby! She wasn’t ready to be a mother. But worse, she didn’t want to be tied to Boston for the rest of her life. Sudden tears blurred her eyesight and she cursed the onslaught of hormones playing hockey with her emotions. “You did this to me on purpose and now you have the gall to look at me as if I’d played you? I told you I didn’t want to get pregnant and you assured me that you couldn’t get me pregnant. Well,” she gestured angrily to her belly “joke’s on me, isn’t it? I believed you and now, I’ve got a bun in my oven!”
“I assure you, I’ve been told my entire life that the likelihood of fathering a child was so slim as to be considered a miracle if it happened. So forgive me if I’m not making the assumption that we’ve created a miracle together because the alternative is far easier to imagine.”
“The alternative being I cheated on you,” she supplied in an angry whisper. “Well, when could I have pulled off this feat? You never give me a damn moment alone. I’ve been with you for the past six weeks nearly every second of the day.”
“And that was a terrible hardship for you, wasn’t it?” he sneered.
She wanted to screech at him that yes! Being tied to him was a burden but she couldn’t manage the words, no matter how much it burned. The fact was, she’d become addicted to his touch, the feel of his body against hers, and the way he turned her inside out with mind-altering orgasms that were a brand of pleasure that she was sure wasn’t natural. But there was no way in hell she was going to admit that. Fuck him. Julianna started for the door but he caught her, hauling her against him in a cruel grip. “What are you doing?” she asked, pushing against him and hissing. “Don’t touch me.”
“If that baby is mine…”
“Quit saying that, you know it’s yours!”
His gaze roamed hers and for the briefest moment she thought she saw desperate hope glimmering in his dark eyes that caused a traitorous leap in her heart. No, don’t do that, she told herself, horrified that she would care about his feelings. He’d done this to her on purpose. He’d tricked her. That was the only answer. But even as she cursed him silently for what he’d done, she wasn’t prepared for the soft touch of his lips brushing against hers as he said, “If what you say is true…then we truly created a miracle and nothing will keep me from my child.” He deepened the kiss and her knees threatened to buckle, damn him. “Not even if its mother hates me,” he murmured and she swallowed a cry as he abruptly let her go. “Richard will take you home. I have calls to make.”#p#分页标题#e#