Chapter 201 - Pregnancy Hormones

The climate was turning colder day by day and Persephone was finding it hard to endure the brutal cold weather. It had been a long time since she returned from Emma's house and weeks since she and Villain had the big revelation. 

Once again, Persephone was standing before the mirror in her bralette and barefoot. She was caressing her protruding belly. No one could understand her excitement seeing her belly growing every day except for her. 

She was so lost in studying herself in the mirror that she failed to hear the knocking on the door. 

Outside, Santiago was getting anxious with each passing minute. Was she alright? Why wasn't she opening the door? Not able to wait or hold on, he turned the doorknob and entered the room. 

Persephone, who was still in her bralette and silk pyjamas, jumped in shock as she heard someone clearing his throat. 

"What are you doing here?" She asked him. 

Santiago didn't know where to look. "You weren't opening the door. I was afraid that something happened to you."

Persephone scratched her head. Although she and Santiago often have conversations, still she wasn't used to him in her room. She didn't notice when this man had grown a way too overprotective for her. No, maybe this overprotective behaviour was for his Rockstar in her belly. 

She couldn't understand why he would insist on calling her little bean Rockstar? 

As if the bean in her belly liked the name Rockstar given by his/her daddy better than the one she gave, she would always feel movement in her belly whenever Santiago would call out Rockstar. 

As much as she wanted to break his sexy jaw for being so smug, she didn't want to disturb whatever was between them. 

It could be said that both of them were at a truce and she didn't wish to disturb this hard achieved equilibrium.

"I just took a bath…"She found that she had no answer to give right now. 

Only now, Santiago looked at her from up to down and furrowed his brows. "Where are your warm clothes? And why are you still barefoot?" He walked inside the room and began looking for her indoor slippers. He kneeled on the ground and put the slippers before her feet. "Here, wear them." 

"It's so cold. Why are you still underdressed?" He asked her with furrowed brows.

"I said I just took a bath," Persephone stressed. She wore her slippers and walked ahead to remove curtains to look out of the window. "Look, it will snow again." 

Santiago saw that her lips were pursed in displeasure. "You don't seem happy with snowfall?"

"Who likes dull winters?" Persephone turned to look at him. "You do?" She asked when she saw him smile at her.

"Why?" She couldn't understand how someone could love winters. 

What was so good about winters? 

"I was born in Boston," Santiago told ber. My mom loved the snow and her love for snow was so contagious that all her children liked the cold climate. And I am no exception." 

"Oh.." She pursed her lips. She didn't like New York in winters. If she could, she would fly to some hot island at this time of the month. 

"Wear some clothes, Red,' Santiago almost begged her. 

Did she not know what she was doing to him? 

She was killing him. 

Did she think he would do nothing if she would stand in front of him in nothing but a bra and silk PJs? 

Dammit, how badly he wished to run his fingers on her belly. 

It looked so smooth and beautiful. 

She might not know but it was every man's wet dream to see the woman he loved, pregnant and barefoot. 

And she was right before him but he couldn't touch her. 

"Why do you call me Red?" She walked to him and asked.

He was barely controlling himself now. 

She was intentionally prancing half-naked before him, wasn't she? 

"You don't want to know," He said with a weird feeling. He so badly did not want to remember the scene when he first started calling her Red. 

"Why is it so?" Persephone asked. 

"Trust me, Red," His voice turned hoarse. "You are not ready to hear." 

Seeing her insistence, he explained, "You had long black hair on your head when I started calling you red. "

Persephone who had now an idea gaped at him. "You are shameless!"

Santiago didn't say anything. Of course, he knew he was shameless. If he wasn't shameless, he wouldn't be imagining bending the pregnant woman and taking her right here. 

Instead, he removed his gaze from her face. He couldn't look at her without wanting to stare at her stomach, caress or kiss it. A lick could do too. This was how desperate he was. 

"Am I making you uncomfortable with my dressing Santiago?" Persephone whispered. There was a mischievousness present in her eyes. 

He could tell that she was up to no good. 

"You are not," He still told her. Of course, it was a lie. Only if he could tell the things he wanted to do to her. 

"Then, do you think that I am intentionally seducing you?" Persephone whispered sensually, not breaking eye contact. 

Santiago gulped and eyed her big boobs. They had grown a lot in all these months. Her hips were now wider and sexier. She was filled at all the places, no longer skinny at all. But she was still so small, he was afraid that he would break her. She barely reached his shoulders without heels. 

Persephone didn't know why but she was feeling hot and she wanted to touch him. It was perhaps her raging horny pregnancy hormones that were making her jump on him. Lord save him from her attack. 

"I told you once that you don't need to dress up to seduce me…" Santiago said, his voice abnormally hoarse. Sweat trickled down his forehead. 

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Click to see Persephone and Santiago in my imagination

Author Note: Of course, we will not start the volume with screaming and yelling