Chapter 19

Mia POV
 
"Why did you do that?" As soon as I walked into my room, the familiar voice called me up, which made me look in the direction.
 
"I'm not ready for any romance with a guy." I walked comfortably to the bed area.
 
"So, you are a lesbian." I looked at him, giving a weird look.
 
"It would be better to be a lesbian than open my body to you once more." I sat down, pulling my shoes.
 
"So, the question is, why did you bite me?" He asked again.
 
"You just got a little of what I planned for you." I stood up, walking to the door.
 
I twisted the door knob, opening it up.
 
"Please leave," I commanded.
 
"I own this house," he said, still sitting.
 
"And so what?" I questioned.
 
"I know what room to enter and not enter," I chuckled.
 
"Then I would leave this whole house for you," I said, walking back to where my things were packed.
 
" Alexander," 
 
"Leave my child alone, you pervert," he revealed a smirk to him as I glanced at him.
 
"Our child, you mean," still looking at him; my child got on my already.
 
"Mia, I think it might time you accept what the world has for you."
 
"You must be crazy with those words of yours." I walked to him.
 
As I stretched my hands toward my baby, he just rejected it.
 
"What have you done to him?" I asked.
 
"It just love," he smiled.
 
"What kind of love?" I stood at a particular spot, glancing at the both.
 
"Mia, I know it would be hard, but just accept what the world has set in place for you; accept the fate of life," he said to me as he stood up, leaving the room with my arms around his neck.
 
I just hissed and went back to pack up all my things. I packed my own personal things in the room with that of my child into one troller bag.
 
As I walked into the sitting room, I gazed at both my son and him, who was having a blissful moment.
 
"His already used to him," I whispered to myself, looking before I made a step forward.
 
I took a deep breath in and walked closer to the man with my child holding my bag beside me.
 
"What's that?" He asked as he chuckled.
 
"I'm leaving your house for good since you said you are the main owner of the house," I said as I tried to drag my baby out his hand.
 
"I was just joking and don't take it to heart." 
 
I laughed at his words, still trying to hold my baby in my arms. 
 
"What do you mean?" 
 
"It was a joke," he said.
 
"An expensive one," I replied as I successfully grabbed my baby.
 
"Don't take all this to your heart," he tried, saying calm words as I picked up my bag again.
 
"It was nice having some time with you in this house," I smiled as he held my hands backward.
 
"Can you leave me?" I requested.
 
"I love you, Mia." As I turned back to free myself, I saw the man already on the floor with his both knees.
 
"What are you doing?" I questioned arrogantly.
 
"I'm begging you to please give me chances to prove to you that I am worthy to be the father of your baby and husband." His words made me go give laughter immediately.
 
"Just stop making a fool of yourself." I gave him a sign to tell him his maids were looking at him, but still he just stayed there.
 
"Sorry, it's late already," I smiled.
 
"I can't change my mind towards you," I sniffed in with a deep breath with it.
 
"Please leave me," I dragged my arms away from his.
 
"Please just give me only ten chances to prove my love towards you," he said as I turned back once more.
 
"Stop fooling yourself," I pushed him aside.
 
"Please, don't just leave me," he pleaded.
 
"Okay, shut the fuck up already," I shout.
 
" Kelvin!" As he stood up, he called up the name with me looking.
 
"Why is the door closed?" I tried twisting the doorknob hard, but still it just couldn't open the door.
 
"I begged you." 
 
"That didn't answer my question," I reacted as a young man came out.
 
"Oh, sorry, it jammed," he chuckled slowly.
 
"Then open it," I commanded, looking at the young man.
 
"Me," he pointed to himself.
 
"Get her bag," Ethan gave a Stern look this time.
 
"If you date come closer to me, I promise to break one of your legs." I gave my own more harsh and Stern look.
 
"Who pays your salary?" Ethan asked the confused young man.
 
"You sir," the man said with a stammer.
 
"Then get her bag and the baby." As he approached me, I dragged his ear with anger.
 
"Seems like you hate your life and you wish to die," he held my hands, shouting for his life.
 
"Please ma'am!" He pleaded.
 
"Next time get a better bodyguard and not a weak one like you." I pushed him aside, leaving him to feel the last pain.
 
 
 
 
"Get her bag and the baby, Kelvin!" Ethan repeated, his voice firm and commanding as the man looked so confused already.
 
The young man hesitated with confusion, looking at me with fear in his eyes. 
 
I took advantage of his hesitation and made a move for the door, but Ethan was too quick. He grabbed me from behind, his arms wrapping around me like a vice or tight rope.
 
"Let me go, now!" I struggled and kicked, but he held me tight with everything within him.
 
"You're not going anywhere," he whispered in my ear.
 
"You're going to stay here and be a family with me and our child." He added.
 
I felt a surge of anger, and I quickly knew I had to think fast. I reached up and grabbed his hair, pulling it hard. He yelped in pain and loosened his grip on me, and I took advantage of the momentary distraction to break free.
 
I ran to the door, but it was too late. Ethan had already called for backup, and the room was filling with his security guards already.
 
"You're not going anywhere," he said, his eyes filled with triumph.