32. Sinful Book 2

I wasn't satisfied, I wanted a reason, a reason why he could accept Diego and not the one growing in me. It was hard to concentrate on any work when I didn't know why he made the decisions he made. I pushed myself out of my chair, rushing to the restroom to puke, since nausea had become my best friend and I couldn't go one peaceful morning without it.

"Sewa, are you okay?" Melissa pushed the stall open, letting only her head in. Why did she follow me out?

"I'm fine Melissa, get back to work," I was out of breath, but I managed the words just fine.

"No you're not. Dan has gone to tell Mr. Blue you're sick, so I think you can go home for the day," Melissa said. I nodded, waving my hands at her. I was going to take a leave anyway. Melissa closed the stall, leaving me alone to my nausea. When I was sure I was done emptying the contents of my stomach into the toilet, I cleaned myself and walked out of the restroom only to find Anabeth holding my bag out for me.

"Frank says you can go," she smiled. I wanted to know why Anabeth was being nice, it was very out of character for her, but I guess marriage changed her and she's becoming a better person. Tears gathered in my eyes at the thought. I could've been happy like this if that stupid Samantha didn't run her useless mouth the way she liked. I should've been happy if Antonio wasn't such a fucking cunt!

"Hey, Don't cry. I don't know how to handle you when you're crying," Anabeth put her arms around me, hugging me to her as she led me out of the building and to the parking lot. Why wasn't she mean? Why was she nice at the time I needed her to be mean so I could snap at her and say all the horrible things I could think of and not feel sorry about it? I cried some more.

"Do you want me to call Dan?" Anabeth asked when we got to my car. I sniffed, wiping my eyes as I shook my head.

"I'll be fine on my own. It's just the hormones I guess," my voice was hoarse, it didn't sound like me at all. Anabeth widened her eyes at me.

"You're p-" Anabeth started to say, I nodded my head immediately so she didn't complete the statement. She nodded her head, understanding what I was trying to tell her. Don't let anyone else know.

"Thank you Anabeth," I smiled at her and got into my car. Time to go face that stupid man who can't use his words at the times he's supposed to. I sped through cars, and exchanged lanes to get to Antonio as fast as I could, and when I did, every trace of tears had left my eyes. My tears were exchanged for anger and my sorrow for rage. I didn't have any trouble getting to Antonio since his employees didn't know anything.

"We have to talk," I demanded when I entered his office. Antonio looked good, I noticed. He had his hair perfectly styled and his black suit pressed to perfection against his hard body. I closed my eyes, reminding myself what I was there for. I stood with my arms crossed as I watched him. He had a tablet in his hands but his eyes were on me, no expression in them whatsoever.

"I don't have anything to talk about with you," His words, still lifeless.

"Well I have a few things to say, all you have to do is listen," I cleared my throat.

"I'm not going to give you a reason why I'm pregnant because I'm sure you know how that happened. You fucked me raw and got me pregnant," for the first time since my pregnancy news, Antonio had an expression on his face. He was hurt. But as soon as I saw it, it disappeared.

"You must enjoy fucking women, getting them pregnant and declining the children over some dumb reason that doesn't make any sense since you won't tell anyone what it is," I pressed. I wanted more of that hurt he was feeling, I wanted to see that he was suffering just as much as I was.

"Whether or not you want to be in this child's life I don't care. I'm keeping it, but I want to know one thing. Why the hell are you choosing what child to keep and what child to discard?" I asked. Antonio kept his eyes trained on me. I knew that look so well; he was thinking, he was thinking of the right things to say that wouldn't make me angrier than I already was. Too bad and too late, he already did.

"Answer me! What is so bad about this child growing inside me that you just can't take?" I asked him. There was no answer. I sighed. This zombie mode was the worst thing ever, it was hard to get anything through to him while he was being like that. I wanted to slap him across the face, but I didn't want to touch him because I knew he'd stop me from slapping him, which would mean he'd hold my hand in his, which would mean I'd lose control over myself and be just what he wants me to be; Liquid.

"Okay, then. I just have one warning. If anything, and I mean anything; if one strand of Diego's hair goes missing, I swear on my life, that I will make your life miserable. You took that child away from me, and you rejected the one growing inside of me, so I expect that you give that one child all your attention with the snake you kept in that house, because if she does anything to my child, you will go down with her," I walked towards Antonio's desk, leaning into it so we were seeing eye eye. I wouldn't stand for my child to be abused.

"If you were really abused as a child, you'd do your best to protect your own," there! I saw it, the anger threatening to burst out of the cage Antonio had shoved it in. I smiled. I got him right where it hurt.