Kidnapped

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

- TATUYANNA TORRONO  >

I'm sick of feeling like an idiot and waiting for an answer to a question that will be avoided at all costs. The confusion, the physical contact without reason, the intimate and affectionate moments, the excuses of being protective with the reason being my late father, and most definitely the constant initiation of sex.

We act like a couple. 

At some point, I didn't care and got used to his hands all over me that it went further and further and got more and more intimate, that we might as well be a fling without sex.

Well was anyway, because now we're fucking every chance we get. 

As it stands at the moment, Ares transitioned from my bodyguard to my friend and into a hookup. Being engaged is something trivial for now. It's arranged, he didn't ask for it. Just because he doesn't mind, doesn't mean he totally wanted to marry me. 

Shit's getting real now too. I'm going to have a baby with him. If things move past a hookup, Ares is going to be my baby daddy. Alessia and I have scrolled through some internet videos and some of them were from this American talk show involving strangers and random hookups, or split-up couples. I caught a lot of urban lingo and the term baby daddy stuck with me. 

If I don't have a conversation with Ares about our confusing situation, I am going to go insane. So many signs, so many green flags and signals. I have a feeling I'd get cussed out if I ever went onto one of those talk shows. 

Now, for the moment of truth, I have my fiance handcuffed to my headboard, my heart racing and arousal at bay.

Since my headboard was mostly made of plush velvet fabric, I had a metal handle attached to the side of the wooden frame of the headboard, his arm now slightly dangling.

A laugh nearly falls from my lips, as his usual lazy gaze is widened in shock mixed with amusement. "You're kinkier than I thought, Angelos. You could've said you wanted to try this and I would've helped you execute this perfectly. How about you uncuff me and we can talk. . . cordially." His gaze slowly trails away from the handcuffs and toward my own, under his dark thick eyelashes. 

I know what he's doing. 

"Have you gathered your thoughts yet?" I ask, feeling him tense slightly beneath me. "Look, I know it's uncomfortable to talk about emotions and stuff, trust me, I know but I have to know." I inhale. "I have to know if I'm not delusional. You might think it's obvious, but I've seen how women like me take signals the wrong way and look like fools on national TV. So just tell it to me straight. Do you you love me or not? Quick and easy. " 

He raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow, an amused smile tugging at a corner of his lip. "This is Alessia's influence, isn't it? Getting drunk at clubs and dancing your heart out was short-lived. Honestly, it has to be my favorite era of your life." His free hand roams my hip and just under the curve of my breast. 

My eyebrows twitch, and I pull out a .45 from the drawer in my nightstand and point it at his temple, my other hand clutching his black dress shirt collar. "How do you know about that?" I ask, watching a slow smile spread his lips.

"What? That you danced like a little minx in a club for the thirsty men and women watching you like a heaven-sent gift to man? Or maybe the dance threesome you had?" 

I sigh, my cheeks threatening to heat as I think back to the memory. "You're being difficult, Ares." I cock the gun against his head, frustration itching on the edges of my teeth as I ground them against each other. 

He simply continues caressing, massaging, and cupping my ass in his tatted hand. "An honest confession scares you and a gun doesn't?" I scoff, my grip loosening. "Fine then. Maybe you just don't know what you really want. I'm going to assume I'm something you find physically attractive and can't let go. Something entertaining, and something that used to be an obligation but now is something you can have fun with in bed. Is that what's going through your head every time you fuck me?" I spit, anger pulling at my facial features. 

His expression morphs from a train of neutrality, annoyance, and finally into unfiltered anger. Visceral satisfaction seeps through my veins, my face stoic as I glared back at him. "Did I hit a nerve, Diavolos?" I taunt. "I must be telling the truth," 

"You don't fucking know anything." His grip tightens on my hip, it almost hurts.

"Then enlighten me," 

His eyes had heat pouring out of them. I could almost feel his annoyance and it was almost too much to stare directly into his piercing green eyes. "Fuck, you're an idiot." He murmurs in Greek. "I'm sure I've said more than I could've said within all the years we've been around each other. 'actions speak louder than words'. Aren't those the words women want to hear these days? And if your dumbass hasn't noticed, I've known what I've wanted my whole life."

My heart thunders in my chest. "And I don't? Is that what you're trying to say? I do know what I want." I argue. 

His anger bleeds out of him onto my skin against his own. "Yeah? What do you want, Angel? Tell me."

My jaw clamps shut, my eyes shooting daggers into his own. "I want to avenge my father. I want to. . . I want to have this baby. That's what I want. Since you know it all, what the fuck do you want, Ares?" I nod my chin in his direction as a gesture for him to speak. 

The conversation is so intense that it has anticipation swirling in the depths of my belly and sweat trickling down the back of my neck. 

His jaw ticks as his free hand reaches behind me toward the nape of my neck and into my hair, intertwining his fingers with my roots. The grip was almost painful but it was nothing compared to his next statement.

I almost wince as he says, "You." 

"I've wanted you. I've wanted a better life. My feelings for you grew to lengths unimaginable over these past years, you wouldn't believe me if I said it. I'm not going to say some corny ass shit like 'I love you' because I showed you how I've felt for years." 

My breaths pulse in their release and my eyes widen in observance. 

His grip on my hair hasn't loosened. "But. . . Do you?" 

He sighs. "Tatuyanna." He drops his head, a ghost of a smile on his face as he raises his head back up. "Yes, I do." 

A sudden rush of a giddy feeling overflows through me, a grin spreading my lips. My arms then cross around his neck. "One last question."

He shoots me a glare.

In response, I bite back a smile and continue anyway. "Did you want this baby?" I ask, my fingers fidgeting and my teeth biting down on my bottom lip. 

He tilts his head. "I want you. I want every part of you even if it comes with a little part of me. Does that count?"

I blow out a breath, a chuckle following through. I guess this is his way of saying yes, his way of agreeing. Maybe I could have him all figured out, after all.

"Yes, yes it does."

He knows we're both young. Hell, we're both not even above 25 yours of age, but because I want to, he's in it with me. I may sound stupid for wanting a kid at 22, but I don't know, it feels right.

And honestly, I know I can do anything with Ares by my side.

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I feel like this confession has been dragging on. But honestly, I won't lie, Tatuyanna is me when I need reassurance.  I HAVE to make sure, I'm not getting played fr.

Learned my lesson the hard way ; )