Enzos voice was a dark whisper , tinged with menance . "You disobeyd me baby", he murmured ,his eyes burning with intensity.
(It's time for punishment )
Elena's heart raced as she met his gaze, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through her veins "...
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I woke up feeling heaviness in my stomach, an unsettling reminder of the chaos swirling in my life. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, but it felt harsh against my fragile mood. I pulled the covers tighter around me, wishing to hide from the world, especially from the reality that my heart was still reeling from discovering the truth about Enzo.
After the devastating revelation that he had been stalking me, I felt hollow. My excitement about my pregnancy, a flicker of hope in an otherwise dark moment, had been crushed. I had been ready to tell him, to share in that joy, and now... now everything felt tainted.
The soft knock on my bedroom door startled me. “Elena? Are you awake?” Sophie’s voice broke through the fog of my thoughts.
“Yeah,” I mumbled, wishing I could ignore the world outside my cocoon of blankets.
The door creaked open, and Sophie entered, holding a steaming bowl of soup. “I thought you could use something to eat,” she said, her voice filled with concern.
“I don’t want it,” I replied, my voice more forceful than I intended.
“Stop being a child,” she chided, setting the bowl down on my bedside table. “You need to eat. It’s important for you and the baby.”
The mention of the baby sent a pang of longing through me. I wanted to be excited, but the weight of my heartbreak made it impossible. “I can’t, Sophie. Not now,” I said, shaking my head.
She sighed, her expression softening. “You need to take care of yourself, Elena. Please just try a few spoonfuls.”
Before I could respond, the doorbell rang, sending my heart racing. I knew who it was before I even answered.
“What if it’s him?” I asked, panic creeping into my voice.
Sophie shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “Maybe you should talk to him. He seems remorseful.”
“Remorseful? He’s a stalker!” I snapped, my frustration spilling out. “I don’t want to see him.”
Sophie sighed, clearly not wanting to argue, and stood up. “Okay, I'll just check who's at the door. You finish your soup.”
I watched as Sophie headed toward the door, while I got up, my frustration still simmering. I started walking downstairs, curiosity tugging at me despite my anger. I could hear Sophie opening the door, but before I could reach the bottom step, I heard her gasp.
"Enzo?" she said, her voice a mixture of shock and confusion.
Before I could fully process what was happening, Enzo had already pushed the door open and strolled inside like he owned the place, his presence commanding and unapologetic as always.
I was descending the stairs when his eyes found mine, his smirk barely hiding the storm brewing beneath.
“Morning, Tesoro,” he greeted me, his voice as smooth as ever. “Come, I brought you hot breakfast.”
