INSATIABLE CRAVINGS
Insatiable Cravings - Episode 138
Subtitle; {Loving You Is A Loosing Game}
TAGS: Age-gap, Mafia, Forbidden Love, Drama, Tragedy and Betrayal.
Settings: United Kingdom, Russia and others.
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~ Genevieve ~
“I’m here now. I’ll help in whatever way I can,” I told him, every word laced with sincerity.
“Thanks,” Dominic murmured, managing a small smile before adding under his breath, “You can help by staying completely out of it.”
Of course he’d say that.
“Alright,” I agreed, choosing not to push. “But once all of this is over, don’t forget the holiday you promised me, yeah?”
“How could I forget?” he replied, the words hanging in the air between us, heavy and slow. Those golden-brown eyes of his swept across my face. “There’s something different about you.”
Oh.
Here we go.
I ran my fingers through my hair, feigning ease. “Yeah? What is it?”
“I don’t know. I suppose you’re... glowing.”
I huffed a laugh. “Didn’t you just say I looked tired? How can I be glowing and tired at the same time?”
He only shrugged, but his eyes never left mine.
Dominic was still watching me—no, studying me. His gaze was searching, trying to find something I hadn’t said aloud. Something just beyond his reach. And he wouldn’t find it. Not yet.
So, I changed the subject.
“I met this little girl at Adrianna’s place—she’s absolutely adorable.”
“You mean Ally?”
“You know her?”
“Yeah. Adrianna probably told Everett, Everett told Rory, and Rory told me.” He was still staring, still sifting through what I wasn’t saying. “Saw her on the telly too.”
“Xavier and my sister are thinking of adopting her.”
“That’s lovely.”
“Mmm.” I shifted slightly, turning more towards him. The ceramic mug in my hands was growing too warm, almost scorching my palms. “Do you want children?”
My heart had started to thump wildly in my chest, each beat loud and desperate. A quiet kind of panic settling in.
“With you?” he chuckled, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Of course.”
I exhaled, a wave of relief crashing through me—until he added, “But not now.”
Oh.
Right.
No worries at all. I’ll just tell the baby in my womb to hit pause, maybe go hang about in someone else’s uterus for a few years. Should be fine.
He doesn’t want kids.
Well, not exactly. He never said that. But he did say not now. The only problem is... I am pregnant. And I can’t exactly un-be pregnant, can I?
Panic was climbing inside me now—fast, cold, sharp. My hands trembled, and I placed the mug down before it slipped through my fingers and shattered across the floor.
He probably didn’t mean it like that.
He just...
I need to calm down.
Breathe, Genevieve.
Breathe.
I exhaled slowly, inching closer to him until my head rested against his shoulder. At once, his arm curled round me, anchoring me, stilling the storm for just a moment.
“You alright?” Dominic turned slightly, inhaling the scent of my hair.
Yes. He still loves me.
We’re going to be fine.
“Mm.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, of course.”
He stroked a hand gently through my hair. “Having children with you would be the third greatest gift life could give me,” he said softly. “But with everything going on... they can wait. We’ve got time, baby.”
He’s right.
I know he’s right.
“I know,” I muttered.
“Catching Viktor...” he paused, the name slicing through the air like a blade, “is the only thing on my mind right now.”
“I know.”
“After that, we can have as many kids as you want.”
That... that was something.
I tilted my face towards his, meeting those amber eyes I adored. “As many as I want?”
He smiled. “Yeah.”
That soothed something deep in me. I let out a long breath and nodded.
Silence wrapped around us.
“You planning on falling asleep on me?”
“Maybe,” I murmured. “If I do, don’t move.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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It’s been two days since that conversation. The one where Dominic said he didn’t want children—not yet.
It shouldn’t matter.
Only... I’m already two months gone. And unfortunately, I can’t freeze my womb and hit ‘continue later’. Not how this works.
AbortÃon? Absolutely not. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t even let the thought linger.
In these past eight weeks, I’ve grown to love this tiny life inside me with a kind of fierce tenderness I didn’t expect. I’ve daydreamed about them—what they’ll look like, how they’ll laugh, how our home would echo with that sound.
And then—but not now.
Want to know the truly maddening part?
It’s that he’s not wrong.
Viktor is the priority—taking him down, putting an end to the dangér looming over all of us. That’s why I’ve kept the news to myself for so long.
I can’t—
My thoughts were abruptly cut off as a sharp “Nic!” rang through the corridor, heels clicking rhythmically against the polished floor.
Aurora.
It only took seconds for the suspicion to be confirmed. She burst into the room like she owned the place, as per usual.
“Nic—” she began, but froze the moment her gaze landed on me.
Surprise flashed in her eyes first—those sunlit-honey eyes that always held mischief. Then joy bloomed across her face, radiant and uncontained, just before she flung her arms around me.
Laughing, I hugged her back, though she was squeezing the breath out of me.
“Woah,” I gasped as she pulled away, still catching my breath. “Miss me that much?”
“Meh,” Rory shrugged, pretending to be nonchalant. “Not that much.” But the grin on her face had spread like wildfire—full of giddy warmth. “Didn’t even notice you were gone,” she added cheekily.
“Sure,” I replied, smiling. “But you noticed I’m back.”
She nodded. “You look good.”
“Thanks.”
Her gaze swept the room, flicking over furniture, shadows, corners—clearly looking for someone.
“He left a couple of hours ago,” I offered before she had the chance to ask.
“Oh? Did he say where?”
When I asked, he’d just said not to worry. That he’d be alright. That he’d be back before I could blink.
“Nope.” I shook my head. “Just that he’s with Dex, Sal, and Lovelyn. Said he’d be back soon.”
Rory’s mouth formed a little ‘O’. “Did he say what he was doing?”
Again, I shook my head.
She hummed quietly, lips twitching to the side like she was half-thinking, half-watching. “I wanted to tell him—”
Then her eyes darted towards the bed.
To me.
Then back to the bed.
“Are you alright?” she asked suddenly.
It wasn’t intrusive—if anything, it was laced with gentle concern. But the question confused me. That is... until I followed her line of sight.
Oh no.
The paper.
Not just any paper. The hospital test results, clear as day, the hospital’s name stamped in glaring red letters across the top.
ShÃt.
I made to snatch it up—but she was quicker.
Rory grabbed it before I could and scanned it.
A beat passed. Then her breath hitched. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet mine.
Really looked at me this time. Like she was seeing a version of me she’d never expected. Her mouth opened, then closed. No words came.
“Well?” I asked, my voice low.
A blink. Then another.
“You... you’re pregnant?”
“That’s what it says.”
Not how I imagined this moment. Not like this. I’d wanted Dominic to know first—him and no one else. Well, aside from Cora.
“That’s...” Rory looked back at the sheet in her hand, then to me again. Her expression softened into pure, unfiltered delight. “Amazing. I’m going to be an aunt!”
I let out a long breath, tension ebbing away just slightly. At least she wasn’t on team not now.
“Have you told Dominic?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I suppose... I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Of what he’ll say. Of how he’ll take it.”
“He loves you far too much to react badly.”
A soft laugh escaped me, but it fizzled into nothing. “I know. But still...”
“Genevieve,” she said, her tone firm but kind. “This is Dominic we’re talking about. He’s utterly obsesséd with you. Practically worships the ground you walk on. He’ll be over the blóody moon.”
“But he said he doesn’t want kids right now,” I murmured, unsure if I was defending his words or just bracing myself.
“That’s because he doesn’t know you’re already carrying his child,” Rory said matter-of-factly. “Trust me, I’m right—and I’m always right—he’ll love this.”
“You really think so?”
“Of course I do.” She gave a theatrical scoff. “What he won’t love is finding out you kept it from him. So... how are you planning to tell him?”
“I’ll just... tell him,” I said with a shrug.
Rory’s nose wrinkled like I’d just said something offensive. “God, no. That’s so basic.”
She paused, then lit up. “You should do one of those adorable pregnancy reveals—the kind you see all over social media!”
I blinked.
Which one?
As if reading my mind, she said, “You must’ve seen one that melted your heart. Come on, this is you and Nic we’re talking about.”
I tried to think. Waited for inspiration to strike.
Nothing.
My mind was blank. Completely wiped.
“Seriously?” Rory asked, incredulous.
“Not a single one,” I admitted. “My brain’s... broken.”
“Out of the millions of videos you’ve watched?” she teased. “That’s tragic.”
I groaned. “It really is.”
“Sleep on it,” she said, already heading towards the door. “Tell me tomorrow and we’ll figure something out. I want to help you plan it.”
“Thanks. I’ll give it some thought.”
“Good.” She reached the doorway, but paused before exiting. “And don’t worry—I won’t say a word. Not to Everett. Not to anyone.”
I didn’t say anything. Just offered a small smile and nodded.
She slipped out, shutting the door quietly behind her.
And once again, I was alone—left with my thoughts, my heartbeat, and the quiet flutter of a life blooming inside me.
TBC📖✍️
She really need to tell Dominic before it too late
ReplyDeleteNice chapter ♥️♥️♥️
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ReplyDeleteMaybe he will not react
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