Page 13 of Escaping the King
There was no way I wanted to show Stefan how weak I was.“There?”I added for him.“Naked?Wet?”
Now he closed the distance between us and laid his hands on my shoulders.“Stop it, Giselle.That's not how it was.I'd had too much to drink.And I—” his voice caught in his throat.“I miss you, okay?I fucking miss you.”
I pursed my lips together and shook my head.“You don't get to lay the blame for this on me, Stefan.That—” I pointed to the now smoking, mostly not on fire anymore couch, “is not my fault.You can't blame sticking your penis inside of my nanny on me.I've been here the whole time.I've begged you to talk to me.To get back to where we were.But you just—” I shut my eyes.“disappeared on me.”I opened my eyes and saw the pain in his eyes.
Every part of my being wanted to erase it.Make it all go away.Jump into his arms and kiss him.
But I couldn't do that.
“You're right here with—” he cleared his throat as his eyes grew dark, “my brother's baby inside of you.”
I gasped because that wasn't true, “I'm not pregnant.”
His eyes looked away and then back at me.“How much longer will it be, sweetheart?One day, you're going to hold my hand and tell me you're carrying my brother's baby.”
When he said that, I felt an odd zinging sensation run through me from my head to my toes.
Weird.
“We made a deal.You were there,” I reminded him.
“Giselle.You and I both know that Carlo would never let me get you pregnant after you have his baby.There's no part of my brother that would ever allow that to happen.Once he's claimed you—that's it.”
I thought about that for a second and realized Stefan was right.Carlo wasn't the kind of man who'd pass around his wife to be impregnated by another man.Especially if that man was his brother.
“Come away with me,” he whispered hoarsely.“Marry me, Giselle.Have my babies.Fuck this life.You and I were friends long before we were ever lovers.Remember how great we were?You, me, and Dani?Our own little family?”His voice went up on that last word.
And it actually did break my heart.
“I do remember.All of it.I loved you, Stefan.You helped us and looked out for us like no one ever had.You cared.”Crap.
I'd lost my battle with the tears.
“And when you finally admitted to loving me back,” my vision blurred, and tears spilled down my cheeks.“You made love to me for the first time on that stupid couch.”I looked over at the steaming, burned mess.“And then you ruined it all.You ruined everything.”
His hands pulled me closer.So close that our chests touched.“Sophia means nothing to me.I was hurting, and drunk.That's it.And you were in bed with my fucking brother.Again.”
I gazed up through my tears and told him the truth.“I was coming out to make love to you, Stefan.I was missing you, too.I wanted you.”My voice broke.“And then I turn the corner to see you fucking my nanny.”
Every emotion on his face dropped right off.And then the pain returned.
“Giselle.”He sighed, and let his forehead rest against mine.“I'm so fuckin' sorry.I promise I'll never do that shit again.I'm so fuckin' sorry.”He used his fingers and lifted my chin.Then he leaned down and let his lips touch mine.
I wanted to kiss him.
That was the really messed up part of all this.I wanted to kiss Stefan and make all of this pain go away.
But letting him off the hook wouldn't make me feel any better.I knew that for years to come, I'd have visions of my nanny bouncing on top of him.
Nothing would ever erase that scene from my mind.
I let him kiss me.But I didn't kiss him back.
“Open for me, sweetheart.I want to kiss you so bad,” he muttered against my lips.
I shook my head and moved back.“You can't just pop back in here and say, 'Oops, I'm so sorry that I stuck my penis inside your nanny.Let's be friends.'That's not how it works, Stefan.You need to leave.I never want to see you again.”
His hands dropped from me, and he stepped backward.“Fine.Fuck you, Giselle.”He turned to his brother.“And fuck you, too.”
