CEOs don't roll with thieves

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She slowly opened the door and entered her apartment only to be consumed by the sweet smell of potato chips, tomato and egg sauce, which caused her mouth to water and her stomach to growl in response. She remembered on one of her dates with Cainan weeks ago she had ordered this when she saw him eating it and it looked pleasing to the eyes and when she got served and finally tasted it, she wondered where it had been all her life, the aroma, the taste and feel...some things were always going to be better than sex. She didn't need to taste to know the meal was going to be delicious and heavenly and she couldn't wait.

Then she remembered who was doing the cooking. Cainan and her heart slammed against her chest at the thought of him being in her house. She didn't remember giving him a key and she didn't even know she shared one with him in the first place and as much as the thought of him in the kitchen making meals was romantic and somewhat kinky, his presence in her apartment without notice or invitation was creepy.

What did he want though?

He stormed off last week without a single word and didn't bother to call throughout the week and showing up unannounced and uninvited wasn't a good way to begin whatever he intended to. Yes, it was different from his usual harmless tactics, but it was still not something she was going to hop on and forget all logical reasoning. There was a lot that needed to be said, questions that needed to be answered before she could feel okay about everything that is happening.

She was still lost in her thoughts when, he walked out of the kitchen in a black long-sleeved shirt and black Jean trousers, wiping his hands with a white napkin. His eyes caught hers as though she was a thief trying to escape and they stayed on her. 

His eyes darkened upon seeing the shopping bags in her hands. "I told you not to go." he reminded her.

Her grip hardened on the bags and she held her head up and rose a brow. "How did you get in?" she ignored his question.

The side of his mouth lifted in a small smirk, "I've always had a key to the apartment, Ms Whyte." he told her and stepped forward, his word and his actions not helping her reasoning at this moment and she trembled on the inside. "I told you not to go." 

"Well, you were gone for a whole week, what was I supposed to do?" 

"It doesn't matter if I was gone for a year you were supposed to stay off Lisa's path! Like you know I wanted," he stated, his voice weirdly calm for the words they carried.

He was right, it wasn't, she didn't want to argue with him or try to be right, she was so far from right, but she needed clarification, "You never gave a reason why you wanted that, Mr Inferno, she's your step-sister and she is fond of you from what I heard her say today, so help me understand why you made such a wish." 

He took a bold step forward, "You don't have to, but you need to understand that they are consequences to doing what I forbid." That wasn't the answer to her enquiry, but she wasn't surprised, she was dealing with Cainan Inferno after all.

She dropped the bags on the centre table, "Why are you here?" She wanted to believe that he was here to mend bridges but she didn't want to get her hopes up.

"The results came in from the hospital yesterday, it confirmed that you are indeed pregnant. Why didn't you tell me all this while?" he asked, his brow raised curiously and for the second time, he had ignored her question. 

His question was blunt and direct and it got to her and she rubbed her sweaty palms together, thinking of the best answer to it. "I never got the right time."

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