After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 225 Special - : #11

Whatever dark, alcohol induced thought that had been roaming Anastasia’s mind was dashed the moment she gave Lloyd the pass code to her apartment and instead of doing anything when he arrived at her room, he simply tucked her underneath the duvet and sighed.

“You’re really a case.” He mumbled underneath his breath, but she clearly heard it, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, she caught his wrist.

“You’re leaving? You’re not gonna do anything?” She had blurted out the question before she could control her own words and in seconds, she wished for the bed to open up and swallow her.

Gosh, why had she said that?

The alcohol, yeah, it is as definitely the alcohol!

“Do you want me to stay?” Lloyd’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Do you want me to stay, Anastasia?” He repeated when she remained silent.

Her grip around his wrist loosened and Lloyd nodded.

Of course she didn’t want him to stay. That was simply the alcohol in her system talking.

Swallowing the bitter pill, he turned around and was about to leave, when suddenly, Anastasia found her voice and responded.

“I didn’t say no.”

He paused and looked at her. She had shrunk into the duvet, almost as if she was trying to hide from him, yet held a firm eye contact with him.

“I didn’t say no, so...” The rest of her words trailed off as she wasn’t too sure how to put them.

Heck, she wasn’t sure about anything. Lloyd being here, in her bedroom, she begging, no, asking him to stay or the way her stomach clenched at the thought of him leaving without even doing anything.

She wasn’t sure about any of that and found herself wondering what she was expecting from him.

From all this.

Lloyd stared at her for a while, and for a second, she wondered if he had understood, but before she could rethink her actions and words, he was slipping into the bed, caging her with his arms.

Her cheek instantly heated up at the feeling of his body heat. "What...what are you doing?"

"Staying." Came Lloyd’s response as he placed his chin on the top of her head and pulled her closer. Closing his eyes, he added. "Don’t worry, I won’t do anything to you without your consent, so you can rest easy."

"Who said I was worried?" She retorted, her voice slightly muffled by his chest, but he heard her and smiled.

"Goodnight, Anastasia."

Anastasia was reluctant, but soon, she was drifting off, feeling a sense of peace provided by Lloyd’s arms and his heat.

And this was when her realization dawned on her.

That, for some reason, unlike her previous one night stands, she found Peace in Lloyd’s arms even when they were doing nothing and that was because whether or not she wanted to admit it, Lloyd had piqued her interest the first time she saw him at Megan’s bakery and the rest of their encounters after that was like one fixing a single piece of building blocks each time.

One that would soon build into a castle, one which Anastasia was unaware that she wanted to be locked in.

And as she drifted off to sleep, Anastasia wondered how Lloyd had managed to break through the wall she had spent so many years building, after what she had been through at the hands of Derek.

But she wasn’t angry at Lloyd.

No, she was angry at herself, Because despite the fear and uncertainty, a small part of herself begged her heart, convincing it that she was willing to risk it all for something with Lloyd, even if it was just to know his true motives and desires.

But that night, all her worries and fears vanished and she was left to sleep soundly in the arms of the man she was scared to fall in love with.

~•~

Anastasia wasn’t sure what time the next day she woke up, but she was certain that the first thing her eyes saw when she opened them, was Lloyd’s sleeping face.

And the second thing, was the raging headache that had her groaning, wishing the sun would die.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Lloyd muttered as he rubbed his eyes with one hand and kept the other around her body. “How are you feeling?”

“Horrible,” Anastasia clutched and head, silently scolding herself for drinking too much.

Ah, fuck the powers of feelings!

“Expected. I’ll prepare you a hangover soup.” Lloyd slipped out of her bed, reluctantly taking his hands off her. “You don’t mind me using your kitchen, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah, just do whatever you want.” Anastasia waved a hand dismissively and fell back on her bed, trying her best to fight off the headache, while at the same time, wondering why Lloyd sounded more polite than his usual personality.

Had ’e realized his fucked up ways and was trying to be nice now as a form of apology?

Clever plan, but it wasn’t going to work on her.

Yeah, it wasn’t, Anastasia nodded inwardly as a closed her eyes. But the moment all she could see was darkness, she ended up recalling her actions from the past night.

Her eyes flew open, not In panic, but embarrassment and she muttered.

“No more alcohol for you, Anastasia Johansson.”

Slapping her hands over her eyes, she hoped to get an ounce of peace before Lloyd returned with the soup, but the thoughts and memories in her head made that nearly impossible.

“Here.”

When Anastasia opened her eyes again, she saw a steaming bowl of soup in front of her, along with a glass of water and some pain killers.

“Thank you.” She said, taking the soup and water, before swallowing the pain killers.

“You shouldn’t take medicine on an empty stomach.” Lloyd scolded as he stood beside her and watched her.

“It’s fine.” She said as she took the first scoop of soup and much to her surprise, it didn’t taste like death. “This is good.” She muttered, earning a chuckle from Lloyd.

“Thanks. Now eat, it will help.”

“Mhm.” Anastasia hummed, and continued eating without protesting because she honestly didn’t have the strength to do so.

For the rest of her meal, they sat in silence and only after she was done and the headache had settled did Lloyd decide to speak. freewebnøvel.com

“You should go easy on the alcohol,” He stood up, showing signs that he was about to leave. “It’s bad for your health, Christian says.”

“And whose fault is it that I drank it?” Anastasia raised a brow, watching his movements.

“Who’s fault is it, indeed.” Lloyd chuckled, turning his gaze back to her. “Anyway, I’ll be leaving now. Rest well.”

“Yeah.”

Once Lloyd had left and she heard the sound of the door closing, Anastasia let out a long sigh, falling back into her pillows and staring up at her ceiling.

Why was it so hard for her to accept her own feelings, after so many years of convincing herself that she was no longer capable of loving?

She wanted to blame the alcohol, but even sober, she still felt the same, so how long was she going to deny this?

How long was she going to act like this wasn’t bothering her when the truth was, it was?

With a frustrated sigh, Anastasia ran a hand through her hair, pushing her bangs away and letting out a small groan.

“God, what the fuck do I do now?” She whispered, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.

Just then, her phone vibrated and when she took a look at the caller ID, her brows creased.

“Megan?”

“Hey, Annie. You okay?” Her friend asked and Anastasia could tell that her friend was smiling.

“You called Lloyd, didn’t you?” She questioned and Megan chuckled. “Fuck you, Meg.”

“I was just helping as a friend. Gosh, why can’t you and Leonica ever say thank you?”

“Maybe because we don’t need your assist in the first place.”

“Oh I’m sure you both do. You’d say the same thing if you could see your face yesterday. You looked like you were about to choke on avoidance.”

Anastasia bit her lower lip. Did you really look like that.

A few seconds of silence and Megan sighed. “Annie,” She began. “What’s going on with you and Lloyd?”

“It’s fucked up, Meg.” She muttered, afraid that if she spoke louder, her voice would give away her feelings. “He’s not the type of guy you should look forward to having a serious relationship with, yet...”

“You caught feeling for him. Damn, Riley is more smooth than I thought. But, isn’t that a good thing?” As if sensing Anastasia’s questioning look, she added. “I mean, after what went down with Derek, isn’t it good to know that you’re still in the loving game.”

“Yeah, only to get my heart broken again.” Anastasia replied bitterly and sighed. “Why did it have to be him, Meg? Of all people, why him?”

“I don’t know. But the universe sure knows how to set up the perfect love stories.”

“And the most complicated.”

Megan chuckled. “Yes, that too.” She was quiet for a while before she added. “Don’t worry Anastasia, it’s all going to sort itself out. In the nearest future, you’ll look back at this and laugh.”

Would I, Anastasia was about to say when she heard something. It sounded like her front door opening.

She strained her ears to see if she could hear footsteps or movement, but she heard nothing and ultimately decided that it was her ears playing tricks on her.

“I really hope so, Meg, I really do.”

~•~

Leaning against the door of Anastasia Apartment, Lloyd couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face after the conversation he had just heard.

He had only gone back for his phone, hoping that he could go unnoticed as he didn’t want to disturb Anastasia if she was resting but then, he heard her speaking on the phone and decided to wait when he heard her mention his name.

It was a pleasant surprise and it meant his efforts were finally paying off.

Knowing that his chances had increased to some extent gave Lloyd a huge feeling of hope.

Hope that there was a space for his feelings.

He smiled. “Don’t worry, Anastasia. I’ll fix your broken heart. Just you wait.”