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Di CESARE PREGNANT MISTRESS - Chapter 44
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Alexander gave her a sharp stare as he rounded the car. ‘As you say, we’ll just have to get on with it, he drawled sardonically, lifting her effortlessly into his arms and Ignoring her murmured protest that she weighed a ton as he carried her through the front door. ‘This is where you belong now, Stephanie. You and my son. It’s true that the only reason we married is for our baby’s sake, but I swear I will do everything in my power to make you and our child happy.’
Alexander’s dark eyes burned into hers, and his vow seemed to echo around the hall of the Villa, but his words enveloped Stephanie in a black cloak of despair. She was well aware that he had only married her because of the baby, but she didn’t need to have him spell it out quite so brutally.
Would he have been so determined to marry her if she was expecting a girl? Of course he would, she acknowledged heavily. He had not even asked to know the sex of their child—but, having safely passed the fifteen-week landmark, she had begun to believe that she would carry this baby full-term, and had been eager to know as much as possible about the child she was carrying inside her.
Alexander was undoubtedly delighted that they were going to have a son. He had gone rather quiet and given her an odd look when she had shyly suggested that he might want to name the baby after his father, but little Stefano was the only reason she was here in the house she had designed and fallen in love with almost as much as she loved its master. And she would be happy, she told herself fiercely.
But as she stared into Alexander’s beautiful sculpted face it was hard to see how—because there was always going to be some thing missing.
She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and gave a theatrical yawn. ‘If you don’t mind, I think I’ll go straight to bed. I’m exhausted—what with travelling and everything,’ she finished lamely, when Alexander’s mouth thinned.
‘You were the one who insisted on driving down to the Villa. I would have been quite happy to stay at the apartment tonight, bella.’
Stephanie said nothing, but paled at the memory of how she had met his cousin emerging from the master bedroom of his bachelor pad. She stroked her hand over the firm swell of her stomach, as if to reassure herself of the presence of her baby, and Alexander’s eyes followed her movements. The atmosphere in the hall changed imperceptibly, and as his eyes became slumberous beneath his heavy lids, she felt a quiver low in her pelvis.
It felt strangely surreal to be back at the Villa. The last time she had been here they had spent practically every waking hour making wild, tempestuous love. Now she was over four months pregnant, and they were married, but it was not a conventional marriage and she didn’t know if Alexander expected to consummate their unconventional relationship.
His expression was unreadable as his eyes moved from her rounded belly to her breasts, which were now full and heavy. She looked very different from when she had last shared his bed, she thought on a wave of fear. What if he took her to bed and was revolted by her pregnant body? Or compared her curvaceous breasts and hips with Donatella’s model-thin figure? The thought was unbearable, and when he moved towards her she took a jerky step backwards.
‘I really am tired,’ she said in a thin, sharp voice. ‘I thought perhaps I could have the room I slept in when I first came to work here?’ Alexander’s silent, narrow-eyed scrutiny unnerved her, and when he lifted a hand to her she visibly flinched, and admitted in a panic-filled tone, ‘I don’t know what you expect from me. I know at my last antenatal appointment, the doctor said that my pregnancy is progressing fine,’ she continued shakily, ‘and that there is no reason for us not to…well, you know…’ She tailed to a halt, her face burning as she recalled the doctor’s blunt statement that it was perfectly safe for them to have sex. Alexander had been sitting next to her, and when they’d left the surgery she had wanted to die of embarrassment, but to her relief he had not mentioned the subject, or attempted to **** **** to her.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to. Now that her sickness had stopped she was feeling incredibly fit and energetic—and shockingly turned on. He had told her that the amazing sex they enjoyed was as good a basis as any for marriage, and if his body was the only thing he would share with her, she would take it.
Her nights were tormented by fantasies of Alexander exploring every sensitive dip and curve of her body, before moving over her and entering her with deep, powerful thrusts. She longed for him to take her in his arms and lead her along that wickedly pleasurable path to sexual ecstasy, and sometimes she caught him looking at her in a way that made her think he wanted her too. But then she would remember Donata’s exotic beauty and stunning body, and her doubts would return.
Alexander dropped his hand to his side and snatched up Stephanie’s travel determined to control the shaft of blinding anger that surged through him. ‘I don’t expect anything from you,’ he informed her in clipped tone. ‘Certainly nothing that you are not willing to give, bella. But I’m afraid you’ll have to share my bed tonight. Your clothes and belongings arrived here a couple of days ago, and Battista has put them all in the master bedroom. I fear she has a romantic streak, and believes that as we are now man and wife we will be sleeping in the same room. I’ll leave you to disabuse her of the notion,’ he said tightly as he shepherded her up the stairs. ‘In the meantime, fortunately my bed is so big that if you keep to your side of the mattress you can pretend that I am not even there.’