◽HE SAID YES ◽
◽THIRD PERSON'S POV◽
“I could slice your neck right now.” Marian whimpered, her carefully formed façade crashing down.
“But you won't." she tried to put on a bold face, but she was definately loosing it.
“What makes you so sure?” he asked, his eyes locked onto hers. She felt her resolve weaken under his gaze. She always stood her ground when necessary, but having him this close clouded her judgment. She feared she might say something regrettable if she wasn’t careful.
“Because I just helped you recover from something that could’ve easily been avoided, if you had agreed the first time.” She knew she had struck a nerve and closed her eyes, bracing for his reaction.
Maybe he would slit her throat, but she had gotten it out.
Maybe he would slit her throat, but at least she had said it.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she said, placing her hand on his chest, trying to create space between them. But he wouldn’t move, still staring down at her.
He took her hand gently, lifting it off his chest. “You may think you’ve won, but you didn’t.”
…….
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again in this lifetime. You just cut all contact with your dear uncle,” Ramirez said, smiling happily at his cousin.
He turned to Marian, his smile widening. “To meet the someone who managed to soften Carmello’s heart.” Marian shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“My name is Ramirez Larino Angelini, Carmello’s favorite uncle, but call me Doctor Larry.” He was too jovial, the complete opposite of everyone she had met in the Angelini house.
Marian gave a small smile of her own as she shook his hand. “Marian Lenore Villan,” she introduced herself, using her full name like he had.
“I like her.” Carmello rolled his eyes. He had just introduced dumb to dumber.
“Shall we?” Ramirez asked, holding his hand out to Marian, which she took while giggling. They clicked instantly.
Now Carmello understood why he couldn’t seem to get along with Marian—he never got along with people who got along with Ramirez.
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"Your partner is quite healthy, Carmello, and we might not need an egg donor. Her health is excellent," Ramirez informed Carmello “My partner?“ Carmello questioned, but Ramirez ignored it.
Carmello knew how unpredictable Marian was. He didn’t want a child tied to her—that was the whole reason for doing this. He wanted his child, and his child alone.
But he also realized that going through with this plan might be the only way to shield her from his father's interference. Over time, he had grown used to her presence.
"If you’re ready, we can proceed to the next steps," Ramirez continued. "We’ll start by synchronizing the surrogate's cycle with hers through medication. Once that's complete, we'll retrieve her eggs and fertilize them with your sperm in a lab. After a few days, we'll transfer the embryo to the Marian's uterus."
Carmello nodded, taking it all in. Despite his reservations, he was determined to make this work. "Let’s schedule the earliest appointment possible," he said.
Marian wasn’t trembling, but her mind was racing. Could she really go through with this? Did it make sense?
Sensing her hesitation, Carmello held out his hand, placing it on hers reasuringly
She took a deep breath and decided almost immediately. This was the only way to ensure her life didn’t come to a standstill.
They scheduled the procedure for two weeks later.
Marian said her goodbyes as she left the office.
As the buildings blurred past the car window on their way home, she hated having to wait two more weeks before she could fully embrace her decision.
The world outside felt so different, especially after the last time she had stepped out. The house seemed more stifling now.
"Are you hungry?" Carmello asked, breaking the silence that enveloped the car.
"Yeah, a little," she replied, though she wasn't in the mood for conversation. It felt like a classic case of Stockholm syndrome.
Why did she find him so appealing when she should be planning his demise for disrupting her life?
"Can we stop at Providence? I’m craving seafood," she said, waiting for a response. After all, if she was going to carry his baby just for the little price of completing her finals, the least he could do was cater to her food cravings.
Looking at him was a mistake. He was so attractive that it was hard to stay upset. Especially with him leaning back, making a turn with only one of his hand on the wheel
She bit her lip and turned away, feeling her cheeks warm up. How could she not fall for him when he was so incredibly hot?
He pulled up right in front of Providence, acting as though he didn’t care at all.
She didn’t realize she was smiling until he pointed it out, causing her to grimace. He didn’t need to call her out like that.
He ordered food to go and even carried it to the car, making her smile despite herself.
Once home, he set the food on the table and suggested she took a shower before eating. Too tired to argue or fuss as she normally would, she obliged. After showering, she returned to find he wasn’t there. She noticed he hadn't ordered for himself, so she had ordered extra for him.
Is he pretending not to notice, or does he really not see that the food could feed three people?
She went upstairs again. After caring for him for a week while he was drugged, she figured it was safe enough to go up the stairs without being scolded.
She walked up the stairs slowly, pondering her choice to step into potential danger. Every little noise made her jump, and she nearly turned back until she found herself in front of his office. She knocked once, twice, no response.
At least she tried. She was about to leave when the door opened, revealing him in grey sweatpants and nothing else.
Was he trying to be her undoing? Everyone knew teenagers found hot guys appealing, especially the ones in grey sweatpants. "Where are your clothes?" she blurted out, unable to stop herself, trying to push away the thoughts that raced through her mind, she diverted her gaze from the obvious print gracing his pants.
Touching him would likely lead to trouble, but she couldn’t deny the pull she felt. She knew she was hunting for her demise but she wouldn't deny she would die happy if he did so much as touched her
He didn’t answer her question, possibly because she was supposed to stay downstairs. She had never seen him in casual attire before. "Um, I wanted to ask if you’d join me for dinner. I ordered for both of us." Suddenly, she felt shy.
She knew she was still a teenager with raging hormones, wanting to be close to every attractive thing she saw. But why was she acting like an animal in heat?
He looked at her for a moment while she studied the tiles, which seemed more beautiful and interesting than usual.
"Don't say no; I can't finish all the food alone," she pressed, even though he didn’t seem interested. She could just leave it in the fridge or eat with BJ later.
Deciding to listen to her sensible side, she went back downstairs, still unsure of his intentions.
He descended the stairs, one hand in his pocket, hair still wet from his shower, drops of water trailing down his chest
Marian blinked once, twice, he still didn't disappear "he isn't a figment of my imagination after all" she murmured
Marian sighed, rolling her eyes, as he ate his food without speaking to her. "I know about table manners and all, but the tension in here is thick enough to break a diamond," she remarked. He still said nothing.
“Do you see me as just some annoying teenager?” she asked. Surprisingly He nodded, confirming her suspicion. What a jerk, Marian thought.
“You’re interesting too,” Carmello eventually said after a prolonged silence.
“I know I am,” Marian shot back. “But you probably mean that as an insult, and I’ll still take it, since you barely talk to me anyway.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she took a bite of the crab. “This is amazing,” she exclaimed with a moan of satisfaction. “I just had a foodgasm.” Carmello rolled his eyes in response.
They spent the rest of the day making small talk. Marian did most of the chatting, but it was still the longest conversation they’d ever had.
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