Chapter Thirty: Unexpected Kiss

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"I think we should see a doctor." Tony repeated himself like a broken record. I pushed my hair back gulping down a glass of water  attempting to stand somewhat upright. My skin seems slightly pale but it's not like I can go out and bask in the 'sun'. Winter is already upon us. "I'm also postponing the wedding."

He is on a roll.

"No!" I protested suddenly. "No, I want to marry you!"

I have really changed from the girl who considered marriage to Marc Anthony as impossible as walking upside down to the one opposed to postponing the wedding.

Tony has been grim since he got me back from Bruce. He is constantly staring at me, following me around and as much as I love the man, he is crowding my personal space. I can't handle it anymore. He is even working from home just to make sure I am always within his sights. If he could glue me to himself, he would.

"I know. But you're clearly not feeling well and I don't see how you'll miraculously go back to your old self in two days." He tried to reason with me coming over to hold my shoulders. "I don't like that you're barely eating and throwing up like this. I'm calling a doctor to examine you right here at home."

He is also paranoid about me leaving the house. He thinks Bruce is lurking around somewhere waiting to pounce.

"Or we can go to hospital."

I really want to go outside the Manor. I am starting to feel like a prisoner.

"No. I'm calling Ferrer. He's in town for the wedding and he won't mind."

I am not enthusiastic about meeting his friends. Bruce has just tried to kill me. I am sure his friends are now aware I ran Dani over. Nick is cold but Tony says he treats everyone like that. I am not sure how Ferrer will treat me.

"Let's make a trade," I tried to strike a bargain. "I'll agree to this thing with Ferrer if you let me go out. I want to get my routine back. Staying indoors all day is not my thing. I'm going crazy!"

A warm smile thawed his serious face. Whenever Tony smiles at me, I can never refrain my cheeks from tinting slightly.

"I understand. What did you have in mind?" He placed a soft kiss on my temple.

"Can I go shopping? Then maybe we can eat out later." I tugged the lapels of his coat playfully. I'm not even the shopping kind but I'll do it if it gets me out of the house.

He automatically took out his wallet and handed me a black card.

"I have some money." I declined it pushing his hand away.

"Last time I checked you aren't working. Take it Bea, no strings attached."

Of course there are strings attached. Aren't we getting married? If I recall the terms of our engagement, the prenup and all, I get what I want as long as I give him what he wants

"You're the one who suspended me indefinitely. When can I get my job back?"

He opened my palm placing the credit card there and enclosing my fingers around it.

"You don't need to work. I make more than enough to sustain you for a thousand lifetimes."

I hate it when a man assumes all women are comfortable with being handed things. I don't like that order. I want to work for my money and spend it knowing I have earned it.

"Tony, when you met me, I had a job, a life and all of a sudden it's all gone. I need to work. If you're not giving me back my job at the company, then I'll just look elsewhere."

"The problem isn't giving you your job back." He sounds irritated. "I can make you CEO of that little company if I please. The problem is that I don't want my wife working. I want you here at home." He told me with a serious tone.

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