Sweet Girl (BWWM)

Chapter Eighteen

Iyesha is NOT pregnant, those two don't need any kids at the moment🙃.

BUT don't be fooled, unprotected sex can lead to pregnancy so be safe kids!

Short, UNEDITED.

Third Person

"Santo."
Iyesha eagerly tapped his should trying to get his attention, but it was else where and it had been for the past week.

"Saint!"
She frowned.

Turning to face her, he just stared at her. He said nothing, his expression said nothing— well maybe that he was a little peeved.
"What?"

His cold response made Iyesha's lips twitch. She could practically feel the tears building up.
"I want to go back to work. "
She spoke softly.

She had been left lonely in his gigantic home and to say the least— she was bored to near death. The only company she had was Romeo, though she had to beg Saint to let the feline into his home.

His brow furrowed.
"Why? Iyesha you never have to work another day in your life."
He didn't understand, he could give her the world, moon, and stars.

"That's boring Santo."
Spinning in his chair he turned to look at the woman in front of his desk. Her figure completely filled out the red and floral sun dress.

"You're calling me boring? No?"
He stated directly into her eyes.

"I didn't say that, Saint. You're not boring, but you're always too busy for me. I have no one to talk to in this house."
For some reason the anger brewing inside of him since her kidnapping, since the arrangement marriage, since he had killed his father, and almost killed his mother.

It had seemed to build and build. He snapped.

"I'm busy trying make sure you are safe! Do you not want that Iyesha? Do you want to be kidnapped and beaten again for days on end?"
He shouted, rising from his seat.

Iyesha stepped back in complete fear. The tears that had welled in her eyes began to fall and they didn't stop as she thought back to her 4, almost 5 days in hell.

Realizing he had scared her, hurt her feelings he could feel something in him telling him to stop— but he needed to let this anger go. Iyesha was there, wrong time, wrong place.

"Why are yelling at me, you're making me cry."
She wiped her tears as they fell.

"I'm giving you something to do. You're bored right? Are you still bored, Iyesha? Huh?"
His jaw ticked in anger he took a step from behind the desk.

"I-"
She couldn't even get a sentence out before she turned and ran out of the door. Tears still falling freely down her now puffy face.

His words hurt her deeply. She didn't know why he was being so mean to her. But she did know that she no longer wanted to be at his home anymore.

Reaching their shared room and she hurried and dialed Luciano's number. It rung and few times before his sleepy voice finally came through the phone.
"Luciano speaking."
He ran a hand down his face.

"Luci?"
Hearing her crying voice made him sit up completely from his bed.

"Yes, Iyesha. I'm here. What's wrong— are you crying?"
His face was full of concern.

"Can you please come and get me and Romeo? I don't want to be here."
Her soft voice came out even softer as she whispered with tears rolling down her face.

"Yeah I'm on the way now. Stay put."
He immediately answered without asking a question or skipping a beat.

No one could question his love for Iyesha— even if it more than a brotherly type of love at times.