Chapter 7: Airsick

She paced the vast living room which consisted of only a large brown love sofa and a 32 inches flat screen that was at the corner of the wall. Glancing at where she was now, she noticed how frigid and void the room was. Without the dark painting, it still was cold. Everything around him depicted his stiff personality. She reckoned that was he always had been and would be. Even the night they had met, if she wasn't too drunk, she'd have noticed the kind of man he was- a controlling, arrogant b*st*rd. And she'd have stopped herself from going in with him. At least, it would save her from what she was experiencing currently. Getting married? She pondered as her mind drifted yet again to what he had said. Her lips curled up in distaste and she shook her head. She glared at him as he casually stepped into the room. "I'm not getting married to you because I'm carrying your child. That is the last thing I will ever do because it is the wrong purpose for marriage and marriage should be for love!" Jules stared at the woman in front of him. She was a spitfire, and one of those women he usually avoided. The first time he had seen her in the bar, he was aware she was the kind of woman who dwelled on love before marriage. Yet, he had been attracted to her despite all the red flags he had seen radiating off of her. Perhaps, it was the lust that had blinded him and how his body had reacted to her. Whatever it was, he believed he should have stayed far away. Right now, there was nothing he could do as he had a child on the way or did he? He mused as he thought of the possibility of the child not being his. "Will you quit doing that?" He groaned, kneading his temple. "Quit doing what?" Janice brow lifted as she ceased pacing. "Walking around the house. It's quite distracting and frustrating because I'm trying to think." Janice sighed, then settled down heavily into the sofa. "I'm fine with being a single mother." She began. Jules interrupted her as she opened her mouth to say something. "We have birthed no bastards before in my lineage. Maybe there are, but not that I know of. Moreover, I wouldn't want a child of mine to be among the bastards and you'd do as I say." "He or she would not be a bastard since you acknowledged you are the father already." Jules' phone rang as he was about to answer her and she watched him walk to the far end of the room, to a glass door that led to the balcony. Janice grimaced as she heard him barking into his phone. She strained her ears but she could make out only a little of what he was saying. He had mentioned the word wedding preparation severally, and she realised there was no escape for her. More so, even if she had attempted to, he would surely find her. But then, there was no way she would give in easily. He believed because he was a prince he could do whatever he wanted. Though he could, she still had some powers over what decision to make or so she thought. ************************************ Janice grimaced as she tightened her grip on the seat. The food she had managed to eat earlier regurgitated in her belly, and the strong urge to throw up surged into her. Her eyes darted around frantically as she searched for a vomit bag to release the nausea she was trying to keep at bay. She wasn't sure if she would make it to the bathroom in time if it decided to surface. Even though sweat was gliding down her forehead, Janice shivered. She wrapped her hands around her body. "Are you alright?" Jules frowned whilst he gazed at her pale face. "Are you cold?" Earlier, she had refused to go into his private jet due to having a height phobia. But, he had convinced her of how skilled his pilots were. Now, he wondered if that was why sweat was gliding down her face or the reason she looked queasy. "Do I look as if I am not alright?!" She retorted. "You should have worn something better than that," Jules said as he glared at the sleeveless chiffon blouse she donned. "You didn't give me much choice." Janice snorted, shrugging. She thought back to how he had hauled her out of her house. At first, she thought he had agreed to let her have a change of clothing but was startled when he told her to pick up what she deemed necessary into her luggage. She had refused and Jules had ordered one of his watchdogs to do the packing for her. Also, he had carried her to the car on his shoulder when she had tried to lock him out of his house. Even as she cussed, he didn't let go. A blush tinted his cheeks, and he rolled his eyes. Jules was starting to get used to her disrespectfulness even though he barely knew her. Still, he knew all the words that had ever come out of her mouth since he went to claim his child was aimed at irking him. He should be furious, but he wasn't. His mother had once told him how pregnant women's emotions got to them easily. He assumed it was what was happening to her. Janice gripped the white piece of cloth Jules extended towards her, she dabbed her forehead before extending it back to him. Even after dabbing her sweaty face, it didn't stop the queasiness she was having. Rather, it became worse. "You look sick, do you need an airsick bag?" She nodded, and promptly one appeared at her front. She had managed to open it on time before the puke streamed out of her mouth. She winced, rubbing her stomach. Jules stroked her back as she continued retching. "Easy," he rasped. "Did you take the pills the doctor gave you to stop nausea?" He questioned whilst handing the ruined bag to one of his bodyguards. "I threw it away," Janice muttered. "Why?" "Because it tasted like shit." She pointed out. "It doesn't matter if it tasted like shit or not." Jules added, "It was meant to make you less uncomfortable." "I don't care." Janice shrugged. He sighed whilst he gazed at her. He knew she was defiant, but not to the extent of tossing out the pills that were meant to relieve her. "Janice..." She opened her eyes at the mention of her name. It was the first time he would call her by her real name because he had often referred to her as Madame or woman. She liked how sexy, and foreign he made it sound. "What?" "I don't know what to do with you. But, please can you not endanger yourself or the baby?" He pleaded. "As if you care," She rolled her eyes. "I care about the baby." Jules asserted. It had always been about the baby, Janice mused. She knew it was impossible for him to care about her since they hardly knew each other. Yet, the revelation stung. "Don't just do anything that would harm you." He muttered, then added. "Do you need anything?" "No." "If you do, I'm just a few centimetres away from you." Jules pointed to a seat that was adjacent to hers. Janice nodded before shutting her eyes. She was alone again, with her thoughts and that was the only thing she needed at the moment.