The Italian's Pregnant Mistress - Page 56

‘I have something to say, Angelo, and it’s not going to be easy…’

Angelo didn’t say anything. There was a buzzing in his ears and he didn’t know whether it was from rage that she intended to pull the same stunt on him again or frustration that he had let himself walk into a situation which had managed to bring him to this impasse. He strolled with his mug in his hand towards the chair facing her and sat down, looping his foot around the other chair so that he could drag it towards him. He was the picture of a man utterly at ease, sprawled on his chair, feet indolently stretched out on the chair he had pulled towards him.

‘Then let me help you along, Francesca,’ he drawled. ‘We had a deal and the deal hasn’t changed. The deal is never going to change. If you’ve suddenly decided that you need to tweak the rules, then you’re barking up the wrong tree. I want you for one thing and one thing only.’ The buzzing in his head was louder but his voice was perfectly calm, cold even.

‘Yes, I know that…’

‘No,’ Angelo cut in coolly, ‘I don’t think you do. Like every other woman under the sun, you start off with the right intentions but somewhere along the line the rules of the game begin to get a little unpalatable and you decide that it might be a good idea to change them—’

‘That’s not true! You don’t even know what I’m going to say!’ And beating about the bush wasn’t going to do her any favours but the closer she came to telling him the truth the more she shied away from the hideous complications it would involve.

‘I don’t have to,’ Angelo told her indifferently. He sipped the coffee. He had been in control of their little fling and he intended to be in control of its demise. But there was a leaden feeling inside him that made him feel slightly sick. ‘At any rate, it doesn’t matter what you have to say. I won’t lie, I was enjoying our little romps…’ Romps seemed a particularly good word, reducing what they had to strictly sex but reducing it in a way that left no room for dignity or glamour. It was a basic, dismissive description and he saw the way she flinched in response. ‘But all good things come to an end and I just want to smooth the path for you by telling you that I’m more than happy to part company with you, no hard feelings. There. Have I helped you out at all?’

‘It’s not as easy as that…’

‘Don’t make a drama out of nothing, Francesca. It’s actually very easy.’ He looked at her impassively, noted the tremulous quivering of her mouth and steeled himself against the temptation to ask her questions, in fact to show any interest at all.

Was that what she was doing? Making a drama out of nothing? If only he knew! If only he knew that the low dosage contraceptive pill she had been assiduously taking had been too late to prevent the baby growing inside her, the product of that very first time they had made love spontaneously and unprotected, weeks and weeks ago. It was only today, when she’d realised that her breasts were feeling heavier than usual and more sensitive than they normally did, that the period she should have had during the gap in the little white tablets had been noticeable only by its non-appearance, that she had been feeling queasy at the sight of coffee and the smell of fried foods—disastrous for a chef and something she had ignored to start with—only now had she turned cold at the possible nightmare situation she might be facing.

She knew that she should have called him as soon as she’d discovered the awful truth. At least then he would have had time to prepare himself for when they met. Instead, she had decided to put off the dreaded confrontation. She would have her last memory of him, something to treasure for the rest of her life, and then she would tell him. Now, here she was and she still hadn’t told him. She felt like someone staring up the face of Mount Everest and trying to work out how best to reach the summit without dying in the process.

‘You don’t understand. If you’d just let me explain…’ She wondered, sickly, what format these explanations would take. Perhaps, You’re going to be a daddy soon, or maybe just a blunt, Life as you know it is about to go into free fall.

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