Page 85 of Secret Bratva Baby
With Lily in good hands, it’s time for me to spoil Rose. This moment is about her, and I asked Mila to come for the day so that I could let Rose fully enjoy it. She’s the most incredible mom, but sometimes she deserves to let go of that and purely enjoy something entirely for herself. I want to give that to her.
I turn to Rose as Mila carries Lily toward the cereal cupboard to sort out her breakfast.
“I almost forgot, will you go and check the living room? Something was delivered for you this morning.”
“For me?” Rose asks, completely confused.
It’s so difficult to hide my smile, but I manage somehow.
“Yes, so strange, I thought you’d maybe know what it’s all about….”
She walks out of the kitchen and turns towards the living room. I follow behind her.
Rose stands gawking at everything.
I bite my lip, waiting for her reaction. The massive smile on my face gives away how pleased I am with myself.
Rose hasn’t said a word. Her posture is so stiff I’m starting to worry.
“Rose?”
“What is this?” she snaps, hissing, keeping her voice down.
“It’s, uh—I wanted to spoil you.”
She shakes her head, her brows knitting.
“Yesterday the car, and nowthis?” she gestures over the living room. “What the hell is going on?”
“I—I wanted to spoil you,” I say defensively. This is beyond confusing.
“So you justboughtthings. Like money can solve all problems? Did you think I wanted all of this? There are many more important things in life that I long for.” She’s so angry her face is scrunched up.
“Rose,” I gasp, hurt by her reaction.
“I don’t want material things,” she snaps. “Stop buying me gifts, Luka. I don’t wantany of this.”
Rose storms off, out into the garden, I assume to get away from me.
I’m standing like a lost idiot among the presents I chose for her. I have no idea what happened, but Rose has made herself clear.
She doesn’t want what I have to offer.
She doesn’t want any of this.
She doesn’t want me.
It’s a hard truth to swallow. My heart drops down to the pit of my stomach as I swear angrily beneath my breath.
How did I get this so wrong?
I thought every woman wanted security. Evidence that the man she’s with can take care of her and spoil her, and treather like a princess. Apart from my intense, but brief, relationship with Rose in the past, I’ve only ever had flings. A woman who comes and goes and gushes over gifts.
I stare out of the open doors towards the garden. Rose is pacing around the pool, shaking her head, angry. Does she want me to follow her? No.
She clearly wants space.
Right?
