Gang Leader's Kid (#1) ✔

-14-

I wondered whether I should go inside or not, I didn't want to see Tristan half naked and I didn't want the eerie smell of sex to make me nauseous. Taking a step back, I turned around to walk away but then decided no because I was tired and it was starting to get pretty dark and my toes were also sore and swollen meaning that if I walked in the dark wilderness by myself, then I would get kidnapped and I wouldn't be able to run because I am pregnant and my feet are swollen.

Opening the door, I walked in and ignored the scent of rich perfume that surrounded the house. I walked upstairs, not wanting the tears that burned my eyes to fall but the burned my vision and it was hard to hold it but once I saw Tristan come out of the bathroom in only a towel around his waist and another drying his hair, all tears vanished and was replaced with anger.

'Done wiping away the whore's scent?' I spat out before putting my bags near the bed in our room and talking off the cardigan or whatever the hell it is and throwing it on the chair. Tristan looked at me confused and was about to open his mouth but I didn't want to listen to whatever he had to say so I walked around him and into the bathroom, locking it so he couldn't get in like he would usually do. All I needed right now was a nice warm shower but I still won't forget the look on that whore's face as she came out of the house.

After having my shower, the only smell that filled my nose was strawberries and it seemed like that was the only scent that wasn't going to make me nauseas right now. My face was clear of any make up and only left me my natural look which I didn't mind but I still preferred make up as I am a bit insecure of my natural skin. I sighed and walked into the bedroom with only my towel on, I didn't care whether Tristan was in here or not I just didn't want to talk to him. Luckily for me, he wasn't in the room giving me time to get out of my towel and change into some comfortable clothes before letting my hair air dry.

It feels like everything I do just goes around in a circle. I have a shower, I go downstairs, I eat then I just repeat the whole thing but Tristan is added to it and he just bugs me every time. Although, I think I should be happy with because after this baby comes my life is going to be different and I think it's going to be good different. Thinking about the baby and all made me hungry, so again I was going to eat; I could take out all the clothes later when I wasn't hungry or tired.

'What were you talking about before you locked yourself in the bathroom? I thought we were getting on and now I fucked a whore all of a sudden?' I jumped when I heard Tristan's voice coming from behind me but ignored him as I took out food from the fridge to make something. 'I made food already.' He continued but God knows what he did with that food.

'I'm cooking this myself, for myself.' I emphasized on the first myself before slamming the fridge door shut and placing the food on the counter near the fridge.

'Okay, I don't know what the hell your problem is but you need to talk to me because one minute you're nice and talking to me normally and the next you're acting as if I have done something wrong!' My anger sparked and I bet you there was a fire glaze in my eyes because of how angry I was but I highly doubt it...it would have been cool though.

'You have done something wrong or I wouldn't be so angry at you!'

'Then tell me what the hell I have done!'

'That whore came out of this house and you are telling me that you have no idea what the hell I'm talking about?! Let me give you a clue, she had blonde hair that was messed up and ruffled on her head like someone ran their fingers through it, her dress was green and slightly torn, her lipstick was smudged and so was her damn mascara!' I screamed towards the end. Realisation seemed to hit Tristan and he looked at me in a way I couldn't describe.

'I didn't sleep with her, she is a whore by profession though.' He said it like it was the most naturalist thing in the world. 'Then why the hell did she walk out of here like she rolled around and screwed you!?' I shouted and I'm guessing that baby boy doesn't like that because he was kicking my stomach furiously.