The Italian's Fake Fiancée

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The chains of panic, tightened around Paige and made her think she can't breath. She struggled for oxygen. And the first breath she got she muttered.

"You've got to be kidding me." Spranging up from the bed, and dragging the bedsheet with her. She was fighting tears in the back of her eyes. "How...how could the condom have broken? I'm not on any pill."

"You are not?" He tossed back, his voice sounding a little excited which caused Paige to raise her head at him and eye him.

Was that it? Wasn't he going to say anything else? The men she knew would have been panicking by now. Shouldn't he be worried this circumstance could result in a baby? Instead, he just stood there, staring at her with that look she could not understand.

"So you are not on any pills?"

"So you have asked several times."

His eyes ran down her body and Paige swallowed, remembering she was still naked under the sheet. Leo on the other hand had found himself brief to wear, which to Paige's opinion was not fair. How was she to conduct this conversation in a near state of nakedness? While he was dressed.

Internally, Paige sighed. Remembering she had more things to worry about than the state of her body like,

"What if I get pregnant?"

Paige held her breath, waiting for Leonardo to answer.

For a moment or two, it looked like Leonardo was holding his breath. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so it wasn't difficult to notice when the movement of his chest ceased.

He released it, scratching his head. "It's too early to find that out now," he said, taking a seat on the ottoman.

"But what if I..."

Golden brown eyes rested on her stomach with an intensity that took Paige's breath away. Paige's stomach clenched inside. Her pulse throbbing in anticipation.

His gaze met hers and held it. A certain seriousness entering it. "Then know that I will do the right thing."

The right thing? Paige finally found her breath, her heart racing. What did he mean by the right thing? Looking at the seriousness etched across his olive face, Paige sucked in a breath as an idea filtered through her brain. Good lord, he can't mean to marry her. For a child! Her mouth tightened. If there was ever the worst reason to get married, it was this one.

So before she exploded, she asked him. "By the right thing you mean to marry me."

Just to be sure.

"Yes, I will marry you if a child ever came out of this."

A chill ran down her body. There was no doubt he was serious about what he was saying. Leonardo's jaw was set in that familiar way she had come to know whenever he was convinced about something. Like how he was now.

How can he so calm when saying this, and even coming up with a solution at short notice and with such great conviction without feeling disturbed?

For a fleeting second, the wildest idea filtered through Paige's brain and she feared for the direction it was leaning into. "Did you do this on purpose?"

His head snapped up in surprise.

"Leonardo, did you tamper with the condom?"

"Don't think so lowly of me, i will never do that."

"I'm sorry, that was out of line." Paige sighed. What had gotten into her?

"Apology accepted," he said so stiffly Paige had to cringe inside.