Pampered After Divorce - Chapter 17: Chapter 17
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Molly’s POV
Fear overtook me when I saw the things crawling in my room, a shrill scream tore from my throat as I heard the sound of laughter.
No doubt it was the little brat, but it soon stopped, replaced by the sound of heavy footsteps.
I couldn’t believe that Roger loved the very things I hated. How could someone his age love snakes and spiders?
I felt sweat drenching me everywhere I could think of and was frozen in bed, scared of the two snakes crawling on the floor and the two spiders on the bed.
“Molly, are you alright?”
Relief washed over me when I heard Gianni’s voice as he rushed to my side and carried me off the bed.
Without thinking twice, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and even when he set me down a safe distance away, I refused to let go, except when I realized I was holding onto his naked body.
His muscles were thick but also very comfortable. Gianni was not like this before. “Sorry,” I said and finally let go, hugging my shivering form.
Gianni wanted to say something when we heard the violent closing of the door, but he ignored it and picked up one of the snakes on the floor. “This is fake.”
I was relieved that no one actually wanted to harm me, but rather just wanted to frighten me. Or perhaps they wanted me to leave this house?
I never chose to come here, and I doubted Gianni would allow me to leave. He threw the snake away, but I pointed out, "The spiders are real."
There were two large spiders, and despite Gianni's smirk, I was trembling with fear.
I had never considered my arachnophobia a problem since I never had pets, but today was a stark reminder.
"It's Roger's pet," Gianni disclosed, leaving me speechless. How could a young boy have such pets?
Roger was only four years old, so how could he keep these creatures as companions?
"It's okay. I'll take care of it. Let me have the maids clean the room," Gianni assured me, revealing that he was only in his boxer shorts.
Gianni's physique had changed since the last time I saw him. The sight of his well-defined abs sent a sensual shiver through me, but I quickly pushed the feeling aside.
Things had changed, and I knew I didn't want to stay in that room any longer.
Gianni, please let me rent an apartment. I can’t live here anymore," I pleaded, only to catch his darkening gaze, causing a new form of shiver to rush through my spine.
He closed in on me, and due to my earlier fears, I didn’t have the chance to escape when he caged me in his strong arms.
I felt like a small fly, unable to free myself from his grip. His voice was cold, but his breath was warm.
"A deal is a deal. If you don’t want this room, I can share mine."
My heart thumped hard at his words, wondering if he had forgotten about his wife.
Why didn’t Roger mention his mother? There was something strange about the mother of his child that I wanted to know, but I knew he wouldn’t tell me.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out before he pulled away. Confusion spiraled through me, wondering what I had gotten myself into.
Wesley was terrible, and Gianni had changed so much. He had also moved on. "No, no. This place is fine," I gave up. I would be out of my mind to share a room with an ex.
I hated him so much for what he did to me, and right now, all I wanted to do was use him.
A smirk formed in the corner of his lips, making me realize he never intended to share his room.
All he wanted was to prevent me from moving elsewhere. "Good. Go get Roger ready for preschool, but I will talk to him first," Gianni said.
After he left, I knew we would have to see the divorce lawyer. Looking at myself in the mirror, I cursed internally.
The lingerie I wore was transparent, and my heart thumped with worry about what might be going through his mind when I clung to him earlier.
Nora had picked it out, and I never thought something like this would happen. Feeling embarrassed, I quickly put on a dress over the lingerie and tiptoed to Roger's door.
I could hear Gianni's voice. "The next time you do this, I'm going to send all your pets away," he said sternly, but Roger sounded upset. "She should be the one leaving and not my pets."
The little boy preferred his pets to any other person being close to him. I wondered if he behaved the same way towards Gianni's secretary, deducing from her words that she had met Roger before.
"That is never going to happen," Gianni said firmly. My heart stopped, and I suddenly felt like a prisoner, wondering for how long Gianni intended to keep me here.
But I remembered our deal. After everything was over, he would allow me to live on my dream Island.
Then Roger asked the question I had been waiting to have an answer to.
"What about mom?"
Fear overtook me when I saw the things crawling in my room, a shrill scream tore from my throat as I heard the sound of laughter.
No doubt it was the little brat, but it soon stopped, replaced by the sound of heavy footsteps.
I couldn’t believe that Roger loved the very things I hated. How could someone his age love snakes and spiders?
I felt sweat drenching me everywhere I could think of and was frozen in bed, scared of the two snakes crawling on the floor and the two spiders on the bed.
“Molly, are you alright?”
Relief washed over me when I heard Gianni’s voice as he rushed to my side and carried me off the bed.
Without thinking twice, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and even when he set me down a safe distance away, I refused to let go, except when I realized I was holding onto his naked body.
His muscles were thick but also very comfortable. Gianni was not like this before. “Sorry,” I said and finally let go, hugging my shivering form.
Gianni wanted to say something when we heard the violent closing of the door, but he ignored it and picked up one of the snakes on the floor. “This is fake.”
I was relieved that no one actually wanted to harm me, but rather just wanted to frighten me. Or perhaps they wanted me to leave this house?
I never chose to come here, and I doubted Gianni would allow me to leave. He threw the snake away, but I pointed out, "The spiders are real."
There were two large spiders, and despite Gianni's smirk, I was trembling with fear.
I had never considered my arachnophobia a problem since I never had pets, but today was a stark reminder.
"It's Roger's pet," Gianni disclosed, leaving me speechless. How could a young boy have such pets?
Roger was only four years old, so how could he keep these creatures as companions?
"It's okay. I'll take care of it. Let me have the maids clean the room," Gianni assured me, revealing that he was only in his boxer shorts.
Gianni's physique had changed since the last time I saw him. The sight of his well-defined abs sent a sensual shiver through me, but I quickly pushed the feeling aside.
Things had changed, and I knew I didn't want to stay in that room any longer.
Gianni, please let me rent an apartment. I can’t live here anymore," I pleaded, only to catch his darkening gaze, causing a new form of shiver to rush through my spine.
He closed in on me, and due to my earlier fears, I didn’t have the chance to escape when he caged me in his strong arms.
I felt like a small fly, unable to free myself from his grip. His voice was cold, but his breath was warm.
"A deal is a deal. If you don’t want this room, I can share mine."
My heart thumped hard at his words, wondering if he had forgotten about his wife.
Why didn’t Roger mention his mother? There was something strange about the mother of his child that I wanted to know, but I knew he wouldn’t tell me.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out before he pulled away. Confusion spiraled through me, wondering what I had gotten myself into.
Wesley was terrible, and Gianni had changed so much. He had also moved on. "No, no. This place is fine," I gave up. I would be out of my mind to share a room with an ex.
I hated him so much for what he did to me, and right now, all I wanted to do was use him.
A smirk formed in the corner of his lips, making me realize he never intended to share his room.
All he wanted was to prevent me from moving elsewhere. "Good. Go get Roger ready for preschool, but I will talk to him first," Gianni said.
After he left, I knew we would have to see the divorce lawyer. Looking at myself in the mirror, I cursed internally.
The lingerie I wore was transparent, and my heart thumped with worry about what might be going through his mind when I clung to him earlier.
Nora had picked it out, and I never thought something like this would happen. Feeling embarrassed, I quickly put on a dress over the lingerie and tiptoed to Roger's door.
I could hear Gianni's voice. "The next time you do this, I'm going to send all your pets away," he said sternly, but Roger sounded upset. "She should be the one leaving and not my pets."
The little boy preferred his pets to any other person being close to him. I wondered if he behaved the same way towards Gianni's secretary, deducing from her words that she had met Roger before.
"That is never going to happen," Gianni said firmly. My heart stopped, and I suddenly felt like a prisoner, wondering for how long Gianni intended to keep me here.
But I remembered our deal. After everything was over, he would allow me to live on my dream Island.
Then Roger asked the question I had been waiting to have an answer to.
"What about mom?"
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