“They’re not hard to use.”
“I have no interest in learning, Rana. There are simply too many apps and I won’t be chasing after new information the rest of my life. I went to law school, my brain is full.”
“Fair enough. I think my brain is rotted by my screen,” Rana says. “But I still think… You know, Aricia. You deserved so much better than Kennard. That’s all I’m saying.”
“I know, Rana. But thank you. It means a lot to hear it from someone else.”
“Are we screwed because we’re strong women?”
I smirk. “No. They’re screwed because they aren’t strong men.Weare always going to be okay.”
Rana nods. “Okay”, she says. “But don’t use that as an excuse to keep your walls up.”
I want to listen to Rana, but it’s still so hard to imagine that I could stumble out of one nightmarish situation into someone worth spending the rest of my life with. Considering how unlucky I got with Kennard, it doesn’t seem like my luck would start now, after his death and after his ex-mistress threatened me.
Hispregnantex-mistress. Like the situation I’m facing couldn’t get any worse.
Chapter Nineteen
Peter
Ipark outside of Aricia’s house with a pounding chest. Is there another man in there? There’s a car parked next to hers that looks nowhere near as luxurious as Aricia’s. If shedoeshave some man in there, I’m sure he’s nothing but some thug after her money driving a car with no back light and all those bumper stickers.
Is that why she’s ignoring my calls?
Insecurities that I never knew I had surge in my chest. I don’t know when Aricia developed this strong pull over me, but I feel utterly weakened by the idea of another man having her. I feel utterly prepared to act on my darkest urges and to justify my desire to maim and kill whoever she has by my certainty that Aricia carries my child.
I never thought I would feel this strong biological pull towards breeding, but the moment I awakened near Aricia’s full-figure, breeding became all I could think about. I won’t let another man near a woman carrying my child… ever.
Spurred by my concerns and my increasingly disturbing thoughts about whoever might have their hands on Aricia, I fling my car door open and with one hand on my pistol, I storm up to Aricia’s front door and pound on it… intensely. I don’t mean tosound angry, but I feel as if I trulypoundedon her door. I take a step back from the door, trying to cool my emotions.
This isn’t like me. My feelings for Aricia put me in this deeply vulnerable state that I can neither escape nor explain. She takes too long to get to the door. I knock on the door again, and awomanthrows it open after my third knock. She yelps and I swear I recognize her but… I don’t know where I’ve seen her before.
“Are you Peter?”
“Is Aricia home?”
I don’t answer her question, mostly out of instinct rather than wanting to intimidate this young woman, who seems very comfortable here.
“Yes, she’s home. I’m here working on a case with her but… I’m about to leave.”
“Are you?” I hear her crystal voice before the shadow behind the girl in the doorway reveals the person I’m here looking for.
Aricia materializes behind the short girl with the prominent nose. She’s much taller and more Amazonian than her employee and my dick jumps in my pants the second I catch the slightest detail of Aricia’s physique.
Thathotwoman is pregnant and built exactly how I like my women. She’s tall, sturdy, and thick in all the right places, which only pales in comparison to Aricia’s dynamic mind. Her financial independence is totally uncommon in my world. Half the reason Angela, Cosima, and the other failure-to-launch daughters in my family have the problems they do is because they lack ambition for anything worthwhile.
I blame our fathers, but the results are staggering regardless of who you blame. Aricia lacks that air-headed weakness I’venaturally come to despise and associate with the worst parts of my family’s traditional culture.
“Hello, Aricia.”
“Hi, Peter.”
Her voice only adds to her attractiveness. I can’t help but let my eyes scan her from head to toe, soaking in the visual details of her work-from-home outfit and her alluring curves. She’s so thick it hurts. Aricia gives me motivation to hit the gym because I always want to have the strength to throw her thick thighs over my head and split her pussy lips open with my tongue.
“I’m going to leave,” Rana says. “I’ll just reorder for myself, okay?”
“You don’t have to leave.”
