Chapter 82: Chapter 82

KRISTIN

The location was just perfect...

I stood on the balcony of the suite and stared at the sky. Perfect...

After my bone-breaking orgasm—and clean up as well—I started making findings.

I know a lot of hotels and restaurants, but I wouldn't go to anyone without having my name seductively leaking out of the lips of whores.

Yes, I used to be a very bad boy... A popular one.

The venue was just perfect.

From the outside, it looked like a small restaurant. Actually, it is a restaurant, but the noise-proof suites romantically arranged in an attached building behind the restaurant made me think otherwise.

It was just the perfect spot, cosy, and very confidential.

I looked around the room I picked. As per my orders, flowers decorated the entire place; even the sheets had fresh rose petals resting on them.

The balcony glass doors were wide open, letting in the night air. It wasn't enough to cause a cold but I was shivering, mainly from what was to come.

The lights were slightly dim, with the lights on the balcony over a set table almost blinding.

I took a sniff of the air in the room. The rose fragrance almost made me swoon. What particularly made me pick this room was the dragon tattoo on the side of the wall facing the bed.

I've been asked countless times about the meaning of my tattoo.

There is something about dragons that simply excites me. As creatures who are renowned for their magical abilities, which differ depending on what part of the world you're in, they are insurmountable, beautiful, fucking powerful! They are thought to have blood with magical properties, the ability to breathe fire, flying powers, the power of speech, and sometimes immense wisdom.

I don't know anything as powerful...

My eyes darted to the bed. The setting would make sure June sees the decorations on the white and foamy bed before going to the balcony where we'll have an open-air dinner.

I had sent the address to her. Now, I was left to wait, anxious and jittery.

Just as I was about to walk to the balcony for the umpteenth time, I heard a voice outside the door.

It was followed by a murmur from a familiar voice.

JUNE!!!

My heart was a mess of uneven beats. I was so scared that I flinched when a knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," I managed to speak. The door opened and the waitress led June in.

Fuck!

I gulped as my eyes took in the beautiful woman in front of me.

June's hair was slicked back, a cascading waterfall behind her. As she drew closer and the waitress stepped out, I saw the glitter in both of her ears.

Oh my fucking god!

That blue gown. Goodness gracious, that fucking blue gown!

It hugged her shape, outlining every curve, every fucking desirable, edible and munchy flesh. It had no strap, and I could see the appetizing dip between her cleavage.

Her heels clicked as she walked closer, looking around in confusion.

Her eyes went straight to the dragon portrait. She took a step closer, another step—closer, and closer until her fingers could touch the surface.

Beneath the mask of sadness plastered to her beautiful face, a smile spread out.

I walked up behind her.

"It's beautiful," she whispered. I knew what she was doing. I was doing it too. Somehow, it felt better that we were trying to stall for time and push the topic some minutes away.

"I'm glad we think the same," My whisper came out a bit hoarse so I cleared my throat. "That was the first thing that caught my attention."

"It looks so much like the dragon on your back."

Why did I expect that comparison?

I took another step forward until my hands could touch her waist.

She sighed...

I was expecting that, but not the next sentence that rolled out of her lips.

"You don't want the baby, right?"

My hands froze. I gently grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face me, my lips parted in surprise—no, shock. She was trying her best not to cry, and it was fucking sending me.

What the fuck?!

"June, I should be asking you that."

Now, it was her turn to be surprised.

"What?"

"I should be the one asking you that," I repeated, staring into her tear-stained eyes. "You literally looked like you didn't want the baby."

"Jeez, Kristin, I was scared you would push me off." A litre gust of wind came through the balcony door and whipped her hair back. "Are you saying that..."

I waited.

She didn't complete it.

"Errm... Do you mind completing that question?" I let my hand down from her shoulder and grabbed her waist.

She laughed. It was a strained one. Before I could ask what was wrong, she buried her face in my chest laughing and crying at the same time.

It sounded like she was making fun of me, but when I listened closely, it was a sob; then when I strained my hearing, it became laughter.

"Doll, are you crying?" I whispered into her hair, inhaling the fragrance of her shampoo. My back pats did nothing to console her. Even when I tried pulling back to look into her eyes, she didn't pull back.

"God, I was so worried," she said in her cry-laugh voice. "I thought you would hate me. I didn't..." Now, I heard a clear sob that followed a whisper, "I thought you would ask for the baby to be flushed."

"What?!" I realized that I had screamed so close to her ear. "I'm sorry, baby, but why the hell would you even think that?"

"I don't know. You were very cold after I told you."

"Cold?" Is that how she saw it?

"June, look at me..." I pulled back and forced her face up. "Look at me... I was shocked, yes, but I wasn't cold, okay?"

She slowly nodded and wiped her face, "Okay."

My heart elevated a bit. "So... does this mean you will agree to keep the child?"

Her eyes wavered from mine. She was intentionally avoiding my gaze, and it made me scared. Her hands wrapped around my neck, gripping my flesh tightly.

A look of fear I hadn't seen in her for a long time flashed across her eyes.

No... it shouldn't be what I am thinking...