Royal Ceo by Seerat Kaur (superbooks4u TXT) 📗

      I shuddered to hear him shout. My hands began to tremble. What the heck was he saying? She couldn't be. My gaze turned to her. Her eyes were glassy. 

     "Ohmigod! You're P," I blinked in disbelief. 

     "I don't know what he's talking about?" She averted her gaze. Of course, she's lying. 

     "Stop f****** lie to me." His hands balled. 

     My hands began to shiver, "You didn't tell me," I complained. 

     "Like you tell. What you did for our company." She stared at me. 

      Tears rolled down. I tried to hide, "Both are different things," I told her. 

      "They are not, Sienna." She yelled. 

     Trish hurried into the office, a spooky expression on her face, "Should I call security? " She asked. 

      "Yes," Aerial said. 

      "No, get back to work," I said. 

      She looked at us and slowly nodded before going away. 

      "Sienna," She scowled at me. 

      "A baby needs his parents." I glanced up at her, '' Mom and Dad. You can't do this to him." 

      She deflated, "I was scared he would force me to abort." Tears gathered in her eyes 

     "You can't assume things. I won't harm my own blood." He said, softening his voice. 

      They stared at each other, "Why are you running?" I asked. 

      "Why are you running?" She repeated my question. 

      I understood and nodded. We could discuss our differences later, "You're not getting near her with the yelling and bossy attitude of you." I said to him, 

       "It's really not your business," He snapped. 

      "It's fully my business. You're talking about my friend/sister. We're family." I snapped back. I wasn't scared of anyone. 

      He sighed, blowing out his anger, "We need to talk, love." He told her. 

      "I don't know," She muttered, her eyes were low. 

      "We're married." He said. 

      I clenched the arms of my seat, "I think. I'm falling." I said out loud in fear. 

      "Sienna," My heart thudded as my head jerked at the door. 

      I forced a smile, "I'm not feeling well. Can you take me home?" I asked. 

      "Sienna," She whispered. 

      "We'll talk later." My hands weren't ready to leave the arms of the chair. 

      "Let me help you." He slithered his arm under my legs and back. He picked me up easily. 

      "Take care of her. " I told him. 

      He nodded, looking at us. 

      "I think. I'm going to be sick," I closed my eyes, resting my head on his chest as he carried me out. He did not forget to shoot him a deadly glare. She was pregnant and married to him. I didn't know anything. 

      He didn't ask me anything while driving back home. 'She is married and having a baby.' It was echoing in my mind. She hid it from me. I didn't find her once trying to spill anything to me. I wasn't thankful he gave me demanding silence. 

      She shouldn't do this. I'm pretty upset with her and I wasn't going to forgive her for a long time. But it's not their baby's fault. Oh! I'm stupid. I couldn't endure it and left her. I'm the worst friend. I couldn't act so sad about her not telling me. She must have her reason like I had my reason not to tell her. She would have been struggling with her inner voice many times. 

      I rubbed my temples. I should be with her. I couldn't leave her alone to deal with the crap or face it alone. I couldn't ask him to take me back. He drove in silence. 

 

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                His long fingers balled into a fist and then vanished into the pocket of his well-cut trousers, " What happened, hon? " He asked when he couldn’t stand it any longer. I was quiet all the time and mulling over 

       "We have to go," I shot on my feet. I ignored the questioning stare he was shooting in my direction as I grabbed his hand and led him out of our room. 

       He relaxed under my touch, "Where do you want us to go?" He asked, politely. 

      "I need to talk to Aerial now," I said. 

      "It's almost night," He said. 

      "I wanna go," I said tugging him with me. He was walking willingly with me. He was double my size, perhaps more. 

      "Shouldn't you call her first?" He asked. 

      I turned to him, "Yes, give me your phone" I asked. He was different from the day I saw him. The man was standing in front of me. He was my husband. 

      He put his phone on my palm. I plucked it, my fingers brushed his solid palm. I forced myself to do what was important now. I dialed her number. She picked up on the fourth ring, "Edward, is she alright?" 

       " I'm worried about you," I said. I breathed in relief that she was sounding strong. She was always strong, "I'm coming home. We need to talk." 

       "I'm not home,"

       I held my breath, "Where are you then? " 

       "I'm sending you an address."

       "Okay,"

       "I'm sorry, Sienna."

       "Save it, " I pulled the phone away from my ear and shoved it in his hand, "She's sending her location." 

       He slid the phone in his pocket and cupped my face. He came near me. The tip of his nose touched my cheek, " Are you ok?"

      "Yes, I can't explain here." My stomach tightened. I breathed slowly. His phone pinged, " She has sent the location." I pulled him with me. 

     His guard handed him the car keys on our way to the lot. I wanted to see her. I shouldn't leave her with him. No matter if he was her husband. 

      "Should I drive?" I asked, turning to him. I pushed a stray curl from my eyes. 

      "Get in the car, hon." He said. 

      I nodded my head, "That'd be good." I hurried to the car and pulled open the door. He was still standing there, "I'll explain everything in the car. " I slithered in and buckled myself.