Page 59 of Unfolding Kiara

I tilted my head and glared at her, “I said no. My answer is no, Kiara.”

I wanted a kid, to have my own children, but not right now. I wanted to settle down with a woman I love, marry her, have our own house, and then think about kids. Having kids right now didn’t settle with me. I had always used protection during sex. Only with Kiara, I didn’t use a condom because she was on the pill, but after she left, I always used protection.

“Can you at least think about it?”

I shook my head, “No, Kiara. I don’t want to have kids with you or anyone right now.” Shit, I didn’t mean to sound so angry when I said it.

Kiara’s eyes turned glassy, and I hated myself when her lower lip trembled.

“Bella,” I tried talking to her.

She swallowed the wine in one go, my eyes widening when she glared at me and stood up.

“What are you doing?” I stood up, watching her leave her credit card on the table even though the cheque was already paid, “Kiara, where are you going?”

She turned to me, giving me a saccharine smile, “Don’t wait up for me, I will catch a cab and probably arrive tomorrow morning.”

Kiara left me without waiting for my reply.

Fucking great, Ethan.

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When Kiara left, I stood there waiting and wondering what I could do in this situation. I needed to have some drinks before asking Anya where she could have gone. I didn’t want to even think about her having a one-night stand with a stranger and arriving at the house tomorrow morning.

As the cheque was already paid, I went downstairs. To my surprise, I found Kiara sitting on a stool and drinking a cold glass of water. I could see the sadness on her face and the way her shoulders were deflated. She must have wanted a baby badly.

Anger coursed through my veins when I saw a guy talking to her, laughing, and flirting with her. I huffed when he said something that made her smile.

Oh, come on.

The man was probably in his mid-thirties, ogling at the little strap of her garter belt which was peeking from her thighs because of her dress. Now that I could see, other men had already noticed her, too, watching her from afar and wondering if she would go home with them.

No, she won’t, you pieces of shits.

I wanted to go there and haul Kiara on my shoulder, taking her away from those men. I strolled there, glaring at the man who was sitting beside her, and held Kiara’s elbow.

“You’re coming with me,” I said and dragged her to the corner before she pinched my hand.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” she asked, her eyes blazing with anger. She crossed her arms, her cleavage getting deeper, and she looked hot.

“I should be the one asking you that.”

“I am looking for potential partners.”

I chuckled and nodded at the guy waiting for her to come back to the stool, “You want to have his kid?”

Kiara glared at me, “Why do you care?”

I raked my hand through my hair, frustrated. “He’s wearing fucking shorts while you’re dressed like you just came from a Victoria Secret’s after-party.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, “Of course you’d know about that.”

I glared at the tiny woman in front of me and at the man in shorts. I turned to her, “He has an ‘I love my mom’ tattoo on his fucking knee.”

I don’t like to judge someone by their outer appearance, but that guy with shorts was getting on my nerves and I had never spoken to him.

Kiara frowned at me and noticed the tattoo. She bit her lip, “It shows that he is a family guy.”

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