UNHOLY DESIRE

DEIRDRE POV

DAY SIX

I was sore all over. My back, legs, lower abdomen, and even hands ached.

The queasy feeling in my stomach made the ache even worse than it should, and my head thumped.

Peeling my eyes open, I let out a moan, squitting as bright light from the sun flashed into them.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“Do I let the curtains down?” Matteo asked, and I saw him.

He was hovering over me, and I noticed he had a bowl in his hand. His hair was disheveled; he didn’t look like he had caught a wink of sleep.

Setting the bowl with him down, he dipped the towel he had hung around his neck into the water, allowed it to soak, and squeezed it afterward.

“What happened?” I asked, attempting to sit up, but Matteo pushed me back down before placing the towel on my forehead.

Matteo was gentle. Too gentle with me that I almost burst into tears. He could be a beast one minute demanding respect; another minute, he was like a doting husband.

I didn’t understand what was going on. The last thing I remembered was after arriving at the Condo; I had slept off immediately; he dropped me on the bed.

I didn’t think anything else happened the previous night. Well, aside from the sex we had on the beach.

I flushed as the memory flooded into me. Of course, I didn’t want to remember what had happened and concentrated on what was happening, but it was hard trying not to.

Matteo gazed at me seriously, and I wondered what he was thinking.

“Did I hit my head or something?” I asked him.

He shook his head, “You are sick, Deirdre, and that besides the point, were you on birth control?”

“Birth control?” I muttered.

My eyes widened. I hadn’t thought of that while opening my legs and letting Matteo have his way with me. I never had any reason to think of birth control until now because, well, I hadn’t been sexually active for three years now.

“I take that as a no,” Matteo said dryly.

“No,” I nodded. “What does that have to do with me being sick?”

“You could be pregnant,” He deadpans.

My eyes immediately went to my still-flat stomach. I doubted it.

We were only on the Island for six days, and Matteo and me had only fucked three times. I believed it was too early to tell if I was pregnant or not.

But I hoped not.

The last thing I wanted was to be tied down with another child. Kendall was enough.

Having another baby for Matteo would seem too much.

“It’s too soon to tell if I am pregnant or not,” I told him as he continued gazing at me.

“I know a pregnant woman when I see one, Deirdre, and this damned Island doesn’t even have a doctor,” Matteo muttered.

“I’m not pregnant, Matteo,” I giggled slightly, shaking my head, and instantly regretted it as it ached.

“I believe I am suffering from the flu and not some pregnancy symptoms,” I said.

“You look pale. You have lost a lot of weight too and…” Matteo eyed me with a frown etched on his face.

“I can look pale when sick with the flu, and I don’t think my body agrees with the Island food much. And…”

“And sinfully sexy, Deirdre,” Matteo muttered.

He groaned, removing the towel on my forehead, dipping it into the water once again, and squeezed.

“How can you look so beautiful even when sick, Deirdre?” he asked me.

I doubted I looked anything like that. Matteo was trying to be nice; I knew that.

I had been sick a few times, and I wouldn’t exactly call my appearance sexy whenever I gazed into the mirror.

Yes, he was right about me looking pale. That would be the first sign, and then losing weight.

But I had never looked anything beautiful.

“You should rest, Deirdre, and I am sorry for subjecting you to all that stress,” Matteo said.

“It’s not your fault,” I told him.

“It is,” Matteo muttered. “At least everything happened because of me.”

There was a brief silence in the room, and then he spoke again, standing to his feet. “I’ll look around to get some soup for you. If only I find one,” He muttered the last statement to himself.

Yes, if only he found one, because I didn’t think he would.

Matteo leaned into me and brushed his lips against my forehead before stepping to the door.

As soon as he left, my thoughts went back to the possibility of me being pregnant.

There was no way I could possibly be pregnant. At least, I didn’t feel anything except maybe the queasy feeling in me.

All the symptoms I had felt with Kendall were non-existent.

“I don’t want a baby,” I mumbled. At least not for now.

My eyes fluttered briefly as they grew heavy, and they snapped open as I heard a knock on the door.

Hoping it was Matteo as I ushered the person behind the door in, I let out a disappointed sigh as I saw Leslie.

“Hey, don’t look too sad!” Leslie said.

“And you are sick. Are you certain you are not pregnant?” Leslie asked me. “I have some test kit you can use….”

“I’m not pregnant, Leslie. Aside from the fact that we only started sleeping with each other, I don’t want another child at the moment.” I said.

Leslie raised a brow, staring at me, but she said nothing. I guess she understood what I meant by not being ready to have another child. Even if she didn’t understand me, I doubted I would explain anything to her because I didn’t owe her an explanation.

“I brought you soup and drugs. After eating, we can discuss about boys,” Leslie grinned.

Well, typical Leslie.

“Where’s Matteo?” I asked. He had been the one to search for soup, and I assumed he would be the one to bring it to me.

“He didn’t say where he was going, but he asked me to watch over you,” Leslie said.

“I’m not a handicap,” I said.

“But you are sick,” Leslie pointed out.

I rolled my eyes at her before touching the lid of the plate.

I hadn’t begun eating when Leslie launched into her story about, well, boys.

I could use Leslie’s company right now, even though she could talk my ears off.