Chapter 145: Chapter Seven

Alec

Nat was acting jumpy. When I asked her if she was all right for the third time, she smacked me on the arm and told me to eat my food and shut up.

Paranoid was my freaking middle name; she knew that. I was done with trying to act like everything was perfect, so it was hard for me to just sit there and smile when I knew something was up.

Damn, my fingers itched for a cigarette or something — anything really.

I hated that every time I was faced with something epic in my life or even something as small as my fiancée not eating her food when I told her to — that I resorted to that addicted feeling.

I wanted to feel calm. And maybe that was the problem.

How people lived their lives constantly “feelin’” and not tuning out the world was seriously new to me.

I took a sip of water and watched as she kept pushing her vegetables around her plate.

Her color was high, her cheeks flushed, smile wide — okay fine, so I was being a bit paranoid but still, she wasn't even eating! She had to eat — the doctor said that she was eating for two.

With a sigh, I put some carrots onto her plate and gave her a forceful look. She glared right back at me. I stabbed the carrot with my fork and held it to her mouth.

“And I'm the emotional one,” Nat grumbled then opened her mouth like a good girl.

I stabbed another carrot and lifted it to her lips.

She rolled her eyes but ate it anyway.

Her mouth was so beautiful. Seriously, if I could just feed her — and yes I realize how insane I sounded — I'd be happy for the rest of my days.

“Yeah, there are small children present.” My brother coughed. “May wanna take it down to PG.”

“Where was it at?”

“Passing R and barreling straight towards X.” Jaymeson laughed.

Priscilla blushed on the other side of him and took a sip of water. Poor girl. It was like watching a lion sit with an antelope.

I'd given strict instructions to Demetri — Watch Jaymeson and don't leave him alone with the girl.

Not that I thought him capable of doing something terrible to her, I just knew girls had a hard time saying no to him. Granted, Priscilla seemed to be anything but star-struck, but still.

I pushed my plate away and checked my watch — less than twenty-four hours to go and I would be hers, she would be mine. I gripped her hand under the table.

Nat's cheeks turned pink as she squeezed my hand back.

I'd really been trying to be the good guy — you know, the one that even though he got his girlfriend pregnant, waited until she had a ring on her finger to touch her.

Needless to say I was slowly, and very painfully, losing my mind. I'd gone from sex addict to celibate all in the course of three months.

As long as she found her pleasure, I was okay with it.