Chapter 10 - Love triangle

When I wake up at first I don't really recognize my surroundings and the momentary fright grips me.

Oh yeah that's right I spent the night in Malcom's room.My eyes look up to find that he is still sound asleep.

Apparently not a snorer, still handsome regardless. My left leg is draped over both of his while his good arm is slithered around my shoulder.

I am lain against his chest ravishing the coziness almost welcoming it.Yes this is weird extremely out of the norm for me.I thought I detested men and now this guy right here seeks to prove me wrong but then he his my step sisters man.

Taking sweet time and against my better judgement I stare at him small smile planting on my lips.Who wouldn't stare with all his beauty?I mean no one should be this gorgeous.

Yeah you are never saying that out loud. "Are you done staring Helena?" "You were awake this whole time?" "Uh-huh "he smiles whilst responding.

"Well I have to..."I don't get the chance to finish my statement because of the nauseous feeling that encases my guts overwhelming my entire system.

I sprint to the bathrooms puke all what I had eaten into Malcom's bathroom.

Malcom strides into the bathroom then proceeds to hold my hair behind my head preventing it from getting in the way.

I hate that he has to see me wrenching my guts out. As soon as I'm done I discard my mess flash it down rinse my mouth.

Malcom in silence offers me a spare tooth brush and paste and I quickly cleanse my teeth whilst he does same. "You feel better amore?" "Yes thank you.I'm sorry you had to see that."

"You have no valid reason for apologizing Helena.Yeah?" I nod my head in comprehension not really having the energy to speak a response.

Once im done brushing I move back into his room taking a seat against his bed tryingto regain some of the depleted strength.

Malcom grabs a glass of water pours me some and helps me drink it all up."Stupid morning sickness "I grumble.

"It'll pass àmórè." "I have something I need to tell you.This evening we'll be attending a Gala before you so much as think about protesting yes your presence will be much needed by my side as my plus one" Rolling eyes is the only response I have to offer.

"Ill let you go out with Yvonne pick out an item since nobody really knows you here and all clothes I handpicked for you in your closet are nothing short of casual as per your preferences."

Wait what?All this time I have been in Scotland and I didn't even know that? I feel dtupid utterly foolish for not questioning my whereabouts.

Scotland! Is ken looking for me going crazed over my absence? Then Malcom kneels before me his palms resting against the exposed flesh on my thighs our eyes holding.

"Can I touch feel your womb?" "Sure why not." Gradually cautiously he moves to uplift my t-shirt compelling me to clutch it for himright beneath my bossom whilst he presses his palm softly against my belly. It really hasn't swelled too much just a slight bump.

"Hey there little one. My name is daddy and I'm gonna take care of you spoil you love you.I never got the love of a parent a father but that will not be your case I promise."He finalizes leans in presses a chaste kiss against the skin on my stomach.

I have no idea what feelings are currently swirling around in my mind encasing and constricting my chest.

My eyes well with tears sting terribly and immediately I blink them back.

Malcom retains his kneeling position right in front of me looking up at me with eyes overflowing with emotion.

I clear my throat rising from the bed and he does just that towering my small frame his arms encircling my waist drawing me closer.

No one says nothing just foreheads softly pressing eyes gently shut.I don't recall ever being this level of comfortable with a man any man.I've always pushed everysingle one of them away with an exception of ken of course.

Ken? Oh my heavens what am I doing

"I think. I think I should go " I voice trying to draw back.

"You don't love him." "What?" I question confused by this statement.

"Your so called boyfriend you don't love him "he flat-out explains in a matter-of-factly tone stoic-faced.

"I do love him.What the fuck are you talking about!"

"As a friend most definitely.That's how it'sbeen that's how it'll always be.Not as a woman loves a man. You only feel obligated to do so because he's always been there for you and so youfeel like you owe it to him to love him back or rather coerce yourself into loving him simple." hardly budges.

You know what stings so bad?The truth.You know what's worse than the truth? Someone else telling it to your face when you've tried you hardest toconvince yourself otherwise for so long.

"Don't speak about him like that Malcom! You know nothing about him, what about you do you love Bianca"

"Why are you getting all defensive? Because it's the truth because you have never heard anyone tell it to your face always sugarcoated it in your braine me something in the period you've dated exactly two years in counting have you everpondered over a possible future with him?"

"I'm defending him because he is my boyfriend because he will never lift a finger to hit me to strangle mel That's why I am fucking defending him Malcom!"

"If only you knew him well enough again forgive my actions but remember that hurt goes far beyond the physical Helena.Ponder that "and with those few overly calm words he's exiting the room I rake my fingers through tangled locks blowing out a long breathe in exasperation.

Npw what does he mean by 'know him well enough'! How did we even end a perfect morning in a heated argument?

Well Helena it all begun when you decided to forcibly shove the guy you are now somewhat starting to feel attracted to and who is your step sister man.

I sigh deeply clenching teeth and pinching the bridge of my nose then slip out of his room heading for mine only to cross paths with Chris

"Morning Helena.I see you coming from the boss's ro..."

"Save it Chria I'm not in the mood for your bullshit."I spit walking right past him.

"Feisty.I like "he continues and I entirely ignore him walk into my room slam the doors shut.

Goodness I've had my fair share of arguments in all my life punched a few slapped the few lucky ones but what I feel after arguing with Malcom goes far beyond guilt.

I feel terrible and trust me when I say I never experience emotions of guilt after a heated exchange of words at all. Yes yes I am short tempered and to that I plead guilty. So if one tries to spark a quarrel I'd rather walk away and come off as rude rather than stay back grant myself the pleasure of exchanging a few brutalinsults because then I'd end up breaking someone's nose maybe their jaw.Sighing yet again I discard the consuming thoughts strip and take a nice warm dip in the tub.

Then I end up sprawling out against my bed shortly after which Yvonne walks in tray of food clutched in her palms.

"Morning dear " she chirps jolly as ever. When have I never seen her smile?

"Morning Yvonne" "What's wrong Helena" she asked worriedly

"I sorta-uh-we-argued?""Tell me everything dear.That's if you don't mind "she replies placing the tray gently over the bedside table.

So I tell her most of everything and she just gazes at me occasionally nodding occasionally chuckling and shaking her head. "Helena are you starting to feel a little something for him?"

"What no! I love ken and the man in question here is my sister's man and that's that." She only sighs at the rush response and for a minute I actually ponder over how I just reacted.

Am I being honest withmyself? Because to me there's no greater transgression than one choosing to openly deceive themselves.