The Girl Who Broke Me {CULLEN #2}✓

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Love looks not with eyes, but with mind, and therefore is winged cupid painted blind.

-----William Shakespeare

VIONA'S  POV (Not decent Viona type chapter though ;) )

The whole house was silent. Kate had already left for her quarter after preparing lunch. I stared at my belly on the dressing mirror and  a wide smile made its way to my lips. Our baby was really growing well. There was a visible bump too which was  enough to awaken the motherly feeling in me.

"Happy four months of your existance" I carressed my belly dreaming of bringing a new life in this world.

Wasn't being a woman was full of surprises ? Even though it is difficult at times but the feeling of giving birth to a little human compensates every demerit. The feeling of bringing a baby of the man you love with the whole heart is completely mesmerising.

I pulled my blouse down and covered my already growing belly which was getting big day by day. I walked my way to the huge floor length window adjusting my long skirt when my eyes landed on a man sitting near the large kidney shaped pool. A huge grin passed my lips when I saw his face for the first time since morning.

So he had been there since morning. I thought he was not at home. I stared down at him. He looked quite stressed. His always perfect hair was quite messy as if ploughed by a farmer. A frown was visible on his forehead and he seemed to be in deep thoughts. His smile was nowhere in sight but his lips in thin straight line.

He sat there for few minutes and I stood there admiring him and wondering what made him look so gloomy. I knew partly I was the reason for his obsecure face.

He stood up from his sitting position and his fingers made there way to his collar. He unbuttoned his shirt's collar and then he stood still putting his hands in his pant pockets. His head turned to face the floor for few moments after which he started unbuttoning his shirt and then threw it on the floor making me choke my breath. My eyes were glued to his muscular body and I cursed myself for watching him from a distance. I urged to go somewhere near him and hide behind anything and stare him giving me a nice strip show to my heart's content.

He turned his gaze up and looked toward my window and I instantly hid behind the big curtain. I peeked through a little slit to gawk at his flawless inked body. He had Goddess Kali inked on his front which showed he was quite inclined toward Indian culture while a vampire skull was inked on his back. I wondered how he looked behind those tattooes. He changed a lot in these ten years....definately he changed.

His hand travelled to his denim and then he pulled it down in one go throwing it where he threw his shirt. I licked my chapped lips staring his perfectly strong muscled legs. My heartbeat was fast and loud. I could feel my cheast heave. That messy unknown feeling again made it's way through my entire body. It was like a craving. I became more restless when his fingers tugged the waistband of his Philipp Plein and then my throat instantly dried up when he removed his briefs in one go revealing his whole naked form.

My breath hitched when my eyes fell upon his round sexy butt. I gulped my saliva hard and held the curtain tight for support. He walked around the pool and scratched his head like it was no big deal roaming around naked.

I should not see it.

I should not.

But I want to see him. I could feel my core tingle upon watching him move so nonchalantly like it was not a big deal for him to roam around naked but he was messing up with my mind and innocence.

I could feel myself warm up quite more than a normal body temperature. It's was all Eric fever that I was suffering. He turned around a little and a huge red passed over me, like I never saw him naked. I had. But that time I never had chance to chrish him like this. He instantly looked back and I saw his humongous thing.....shit !!