Fulfillment Golland, M. (best classic literature TXT) 📖

ishow it’s going to be, is it? You are going to completely ignoreeverything I say until you get Dr. Rainer’s approval?”

He didn’t sayanything, so I shoved his breakfast in front of him and stormed offtoward our bedroom. I had suddenly lost my appetite.

CHAPTER THREE

Reeling from Bryce’s blatantdisregard for my knowledge of what is and isn’t safe duringpregnancy, I turned on the taps to the shower and removed my sweatdampened clothes. I didn’t appreciate being treated like a child. Iwas not a child, nor was I a naive and inexperienced first-timemum. I knew what I could and couldn’t do; I knew my limits. I alsoknew that if I didn’t watch what I ate and stayed somewhatphysically active, I was bound to pile on the weight, ache all overand become mentally depressed again.

AfterCharlotte was born, I, like most women after having children, hadstacked on the kilos and struggled to lose them for months andmonths. I had found myself sinking into a hole of misery anddepression, and I sure as hell didn’t want to find myself backthere. Being in that state of mind was horrible; I had felt shitty,been bad-tempered, and I’d never slept well. I’d had no energy,physically ached all over, ate nothing but crap, and made reallybad lifestyle choices. All in all, I was just downright horrible tomyself and the people around me. So I knew that if I didn’tmaintain the healthy lifestyle I had now become accustomed to, Iwould head down that terrible path again, and I was not about tolet that happen. Bryce was just going to have to back the fuck off.This was my body, my baby—okay, our baby—but my body, and I knewhow to look after it, not him. Well no, that is somewhat of alie. He does look after my body exceptionally well, especially whenhe combines his hands and mouth...and...Stop it, Alexis.

I stepped intothe shower and, shortly after, Bryce appeared at the door holdingmy breakfast and a cup of tea he had made.

“What are youdoing?” I asked him frustratingly.

“You didn’teat your breakfast.”

“I don’t wantit,” I hissed at him. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

“You are going to eat your breakfast, even if I have to comein there and feed it to you myself.”

“Seriously,Bryce, you are being an overbearing pain the arse. I’m not hungryright now. If I become hungry after my shower, then I’ll eat.”

“Alexis, youhave just had a workout which you haven’t done in a while. You needto replenish your energy levels.”

“Bryce!” Iyelled, and moved to the opening of the shower to glare at him.

He steppedforward so quickly I barely had time to react to the piece of toasthe assertively pressed into my mouth while steadying me with hisarm at the same time. I choked, spat half the contents back out,and freed myself from his grasp.

“What are youdoing?” I glared at him as I wiped my mouth, stepping back furtherinto the water and retreating into territory he would not enter dueto him being fully clothed.

“I told you Iwould feed you myself, and I will, so I suggest you eat,” he saidfirmly, displaying a slight smirk on his face and holding out somemore toast.

Youstubborn—overprotective—overbearing—sexy—domineering—son of abitch. If you want me to eat that then you will have to come inhere and do exactly what you threatened. I turned my back tohim and went to wash my hair, and almost instantly he had me pinnedup against the wall, holding both my arms above my head with one ofhis own. He had on a pair of suit pants and a shirt which were nowcompletely soaked.

“You will eatyour breakfast, my love,” he said with a calm, low and incrediblysexy authoritative voice.

Squinting myeyes at him, I opened my mouth to take a bite of the toast.Luckily, his shower was in fact huge, and where he had me pinnedagainst the tiles was not directly in the stream of water.

I bit down onthe toast and quickly consumed it. “Let me go,” I mumbled.

“No. Not untilyou have eaten the whole piece.” I hate you right now, but youare so fucking hot all clothed and wet, and the only thing I wantto eat is you.

I opened mymouth for another bite, so he obliged by placing the remaining bitof toast inside. He kept a firm grip on my hands while he piercedme with his wanting eyes. I could see his desire for me and couldread him like a book, which was one of my favourite forms ofcommunication with him. I loved how we were both able to stare intoeach other eyes and know what we felt, wanted and needed. Right nowhe wanted me, and right now I wanted him. But I could be just asstubborn, and until he promised to back off in relation toexercising, I had no plans in giving in to his dick-tationaltease.

I opened mymouth again, prompting him to lean forward.

“Do you wantthis, Ms. Summers?” he whispered, as his lips delicately brushedover mine. Yes, fucking hell, yes.

“No,” Ibreathed, not breaking our stare and letting him know that I wasnow in control. “I want more food.” I licked my lips verybriefly.

His eyetwitched and he pressed his body harder against mine, then slowly,he let go of my hands and dragged his fingers down my arms,stopping and hovering them just over the top of my breasts. Hequickly slammed both his palms onto the tiles on either side of myshoulders and pushed himself back from the wall, fire and lustburning in his eyes.

Running hishands through his hair and smoothing away the wet strands from hisface, he turned and walked over to the plate he had placed on thebasin. He picked up a piece of bacon and the cup of tea he had mademe then stepped back into the shower. Slowly, he made his way overto where I was positioned with my hands still above my head, havingdeliberately kept them there with the sole intent to force him tofeed me like he had threatened. He must have understood myintention, because he placed the hand holding the bacon back to itsoriginal spot, resuming his hold above my head.

Gently puttingthe