The girl and her true love knight

Chapter 5

I looked at him with a stunned look on my face. I felt repulsion from every cell of my body. I could not imagine surrendering at the mercy of hormonal helplessness. But I could not say no. That would spoil his mood for the next few days. I had to get him to change his mind.

- Do you think we are ready? Maybe it would be better to save a little first.

- No need. Your daddy will probably soften when he realizes that Adam and Adrianne are not the only ones who know how to make children.

I realized that Erick did not care about the child, but that he had something to manipulate Charles Knight. Would that change after birth? Would he be one of those who would melt as soon as he saw that little creature he could bring into the world?

No matter how hard she tried, I could not imagine Erick having enough patience for a baby crying or spoiling a child throwing things in all directions. I got scared when I thought the kid would just tie me even more to him. I went to the toilet and commenced getting equipped for work. I placed on mascara and lip gloss. Erick went inside and started rummaging through my make up and hair products. He found a small round box of pills, opened it, and stared at the colorful pills.

- You do not need this anymore,  he said, throwing them in the trash.

- I have to finish by this month,  I began to protest, - and before I try to get pregnant I will have to go for a checkup.

- You are healthy, everything will be fine - he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up because I bent down to take them out of the trash. - Leave them.

I started laughing. I could not believe I was giving in to his whims for months just to have peace in the house. This was a drop that spilled over the glass. No one is going to make me have a baby until we are both ready.

- Erick, I think we should wait. - I took a brush and started combing my tangled hair. - It is really not the right time to discuss children while getting ready for work.

- It is up to me to decide when and what we will discuss! - he yelled so much that the brush fell out of my hand. - I did not know I had to make an appointment to discuss our personal matters!

- Erick, I turned pale in panic, my heart pounding like crazy.

- Do you always think only of yourself? He asked angrily and frowned. - It is always just what you want ... selfish b***h! And what about my wishes?

He leaned furiously over me, and I huddled against the mirror.

- Erick ... I was just ... My mouth was so dry I could not say a word. - I did not say no, but I wanted ... to talk about it later.

My response caused indescribable contempt. - I do not know if it is worth talking about. Our marriage is not worth a shitty bob. You think you did me a f*****g favor by marrying me, huh? I am the one who did you a favor. Do you think anyone else would bother with your s**t?

-Erick,  I watched, paEricked and confused as he walked into the bedroom. I followed him, but I stopped because I knew I would only make him angrier. The  guys in my own circle of relatives would not usually explode easily, and when they did, they would cool down quickly. Erick was different. It would ignite so much that the cause would not even matter in the end. In this situation, I did not know what might be the best solution. If I go to apologize to him, maybe I will just add fuel to the fire. Again, if I stay in the bathroom, he might be offended that I ignore him. I stayed standing in the doorway looking at Erick to let me know what he wanted. He opened the closet and frantically began to spread his clothes in search of a shirt. I decided to retreat and went back to the bathroom. My face was pale and stiff. I tried to rub the blush into my cheeks, but for some reason, the blush stayed on the surface. Sweat caused by nervousness caught on the brush and smeared blush. I decided to wash and at that moment a real explosion occurred. Erick stormed inside, shoved me into a corner holding something in his hand, and roared from heel veins. No one has ever yelled in my face like that, no man. Like I am going to be killed. Like an attacked and caught animal paralyzed by fear and the impossibility of escape. He was holding a shirt in his hand ... I obviously did something ... an unintentional mistake ... but Erick said it was not an accident. He said I did it on purpose. He needed him this morning for an important meeting, and I retorted to him that it was not intentional and that I was really sincerely sorry, to which he just went even crazier, looked at me murderously, waved his hand, and totally lost control.