Is that a proposal?
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She forced a laugh although her heart skipped a beat at the thought. She wouldn’t mind spending the rest of her life with this gorgeous man.
Just imagine the hot, steamy nights they would spend together, forever.
She blushed despite herself. She was being a hopeless horny romantic. They just had mind-blowing s*x. Again. And here she was thinking of more s*x. She shook herself inwardly.
But it would be ridiculous to get married just because she got pregnant, she thought. This is not the 19th century.
“Don’t be ridiculous!” she finally said with a laugh.
“You don’t believe in marriage?” he asked. He sat up and gazed down at her, his startling blue eyes piercing deep into hers.
“Yes, of course, it’s just that…I mean…we barely know each other…” she finally said.
He got up from the bed and gathered his clothes silently. He seemed deep in contemplation as he put on his shirt and pulled on his pants. He picked up her dress and threw it at her.
“Cover yourself, we need to talk this over seriously and I can’t concentrate with you looking like an insatiable vixen demanding for more s*x,” he said curtly.
She blushed again.
He combed his fingers through his hair, pushing stray locks off his forehead and sat at the edge of the bed, barely looking at her while she scrambled up and pulled the dress over her naked body.
After she was dressed, he got up and walked out of the room, as if expecting her to follow. She followed him meekly.
Outside in the living room, he stood at her balcony door, gazing down at the busy street below and was leaning against the door.
There was a stiff set to his shoulders. She could feel anger emanating from him.
She gulped.
“Are you certain you are pregnant? We only spent one night,” he asked quietly without turning to look at her.
“Of course! I went to the doctor and she confirmed it, today, this morning, ” she replied.
He turned to look at her. His steely blue gaze bored into hers.
“Are you even sure the baby is mine?” he asked.
She was affronted. And hurt. What was he implying? That she was intentionally trapping him by lying that it was his baby?
“Will you be willing to undergo a DNA test to confirm that its mine?” he added before she could replied.
This time she was pissed. How dare he imply that she was lying?
“How dare you!” she spluttered. “You’re the only man I slept with since that night…who else would it be??” she said angrily.
He appeared amused at her reaction and smiled coolly. The smile did not reach his cold blue eyes.
“I wouldn’t know, would I, Ris? You willingly brought me back here after a few drinks and you barely know my name, you can’t blame me if I was to assume that you do this regularly with other men you get drunk with in the bar,” he said.
Well, he did have a point. They both barely know each other. She felt the anger drained out of her.
Suddenly, she felt exhausted and light headed. She sat down on her sofa heavily and felt her stomach growling. She had not eaten much at lunch due to her morning sickness and had not eaten anything since.
He strode to her and sat down next to her.
“When’s the last time you ate something?” he asked, suddenly sounding gentle and concerned.
She glanced at the clock. It was midnight. The last time she ate was around noon.
“Maybe about 12 hours ago?” she replied as her stomach growled even louder. She felt nausea rising inside her too.
He swore under his breath. “You wait here,” he said and strode purposely to her kitchen.
She could hear him banging about in her kitchen before he finally emerged with omelettes and several slices toasts on two plates.
He placed the plates on the dining table and strode towards her just as she tried to get up. The world spun around her and she quickly sat down again.
“What am I going to do with you,” he muttered when he noticed her face paling as she leaned into the sofa. He bent to scoop her into his arms and stood up with her fully secured against his chest.
She circled her arms around his neck. She could smell his musky scent and feel his warm breath against her cheeks. She could feel his warm chest against her body, his muscles gliding hard against her.
He carried her effortlessly to the dining table and gently placed her on the chair. She almost didn’t want to let go of him and settled with giving him a chaste peck on his cheek just as he released her.
He gave her a startled look but did not say anything. Instead, he bent down and captured her lips with his, darting his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues duelled and the kiss deepened. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
She loved the taste of him. He was sweet and salty and so warm and delicious at the same time. She could feel the strong electrical current between them again, drawing them close and connecting them.
She wanted to sink into the kiss and not let go. Ever.
Finally, they pulled apart, both of them panting with desire.
“You better eat something now and we need to continue our discussion first,” he said wryly as she protested at him breaking the kiss and moving away.
He sat on the chair next to her and push a plate to her.
“Let’s eat. You need sustenance and I do too…considering we might be busy this whole night through,” he said, suggestively.
She blushed and started eating quietly. Surprisingly, she managed to finish the omelette and the toasts and keep it down. The nausea had dissipated.
He had gotten up and got her a glass of water. She drank it thankfully. She felt so much better now.
“If you’re done. We should continue our talk,” he said.
She nodded. She is ready to talk now.
“I just want you to know that this is your baby. I have not slept with anyone else since that night with you and I don’t do one-night stands…you were my first one-night stand and possibly my last,” she said.
“Your last?” he asked wryly, lifting an eyebrow rakishly.
“Well…er…I’m pregnant…I could hardly go around sleeping with strangers now and after the baby comes…I doubt I will be able to have one-night stands…last I heard, babies are huge turn offs to strange men in pubs,” she said.
And if he is around to give her mind-blowing s*x…she doesn’t need anyone else anyway, she added silently to herself.
“And with me around, you don’t need any other men,” he said firmly, almost echoing her thoughts.
She couldn’t agree more and said so.
“So, how do we want this to work? Do we date? Do we see each other exclusively? Or you will just be around till the baby is born and then we arrange a schedule?” she asked.
She wanted to have a relationship with Max but she didn’t want to make him feel cornered.
“Look, despite how we got into this predicament, I am not into casual s*x for the sake of s*x. However, I do not believe in love and marriage and happily ever after either. Those are unrealistic fairy tales,” he said.
“We will be in an exclusive relationship until a DNA test confirms the baby is mine. If it is indeed mine, we will get married. No child of mine will be born out of wedlock. I do not want him to grow up being called a bastard. He will be my legitimate child and he will bear my family name,” he added, not giving her a chance to interrupt.
“However, that does not mean we will stay married forever. The marriage is to make sure the child is born to married parents. I do not believe in marriage except for its sole purpose to have legitimate heirs who can carry my family name,” he continued.
She opened her mouth to ask something but he held up a hand to silence her.
“Let me finish. You will sign a pre-nup before we get married. There will not be a grand wedding. There will not be a wedding at all. I will apply for a special license and get our marriage legally registered. I will then put in a formal announcement of our marriage in the society pages and you will move in with me until the baby is born,” he said.
“But…” she tried to interrupt again. He again silenced her with a look.
“I said, let me finish. We will stay married until the child turns 5 at the least. If we find each other’s company unbearable at any point, we can live apart but the marriage will still be valid until I decide the right time to file for divorce,”
“So, do you agree to these terms?” he asked.
She stared at him, agape.
Pre-nup? Special license? Divorce?
Was that even a proposal of marriage?
What the actual f**k?
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