My Favorite Sin (Republished)

Chapter 22

~ L E I L A ~

I woke up with a throbbing headache but I felt warm and comfortable which is weird because I swear I went to sleep alone last night.

I try to turn over but that's when I realize that I feel 2 large arms wrapped around my body.

My eyes flutter open and I look at what's causing my warmth.

Lorenzo.

Of course.

Just as I was about to react, the strong urge to throw up so I try to wiggle myself out of his arms but I fail.

I freeze. Why do I feel nauseous?

It must be that nasty ass Chick-fil-a I ate. I try to reason with myself.

My stomach always gets upset when I eat out so I'm not surprised I need to throw up.

"Stop moving mí amore, I'm trying to sleep"He says in a low voice while his eyes are still shut.

All the memories and emotions from last night hit me like a damn dildo in my face.

I dig my nails into her arms which causes him to hiss out and release his grip. I take the chance to try to get off the bed but he quickly grabs my waist and pulls me back onto the bed.

I glare at him but I don't say anything because I feel like I'm going to puke if I open my mouth.

"I'm so sorry for yelling at you yesterday" he says and I take a second to scan his face.

His eyes are bloodshot red and puffy, his hair looks messier than usual. He overall looks depressing.

"You look like shit" I rush out, under my breath.

He nods his head in agreement before saying "I feel like shit too, I don't even know why I snapped like that I-" he takes a deep breath and slides his hand down his face before continuing.

"I just felt as if you didn't want to have kids with me Amor, and that hurt. Really fucking badly but it's no excuse for my actions" he finishes, sighing.

"Why are you in here? And why do you look like... that" I ask while pointing up and down at him.

"I drank a cup or 2 of whiskey then I trashed my office—" he says and my face remains blank.

It's exactly what I expected for him.

He continues "I'm here because after I tried sleeping in our room it felt like a foreign place without you, I couldn't sleep and I came to find you to apologize but you had already fallen asleep." He says, dropping his head.

Before I can reply, I suddenly jump off the bed to run into the guest bathroom and empty out whatever is in my stomach.

"Piccola?" He calls out with concern while approaching the bathroom.

When he sees me on the floor I hear him mumble an "oh shit" and then I feel him pulling away the strands of hair that where in my face.

I thow up for a good 2 minutes straight and he just stays beside me trying to comfort me.

When I finally finished he helped me up and I brushed my teeth while he got me some water.

I was actually really thirsty so I start to gulp it down.

"Are you pregnant amore?" He asks me.

I spit all the water out of my mouth onto his face. I hadn't considered that.

He brings his hands up to wipe his face and looks at me blankly "Oops?" I say trying to hold back my laughter but fail.

When I focus again he looks at me with a bright smile. "I'm booking you a doctors appointment" he states and my face drops.