Mr Ceo's Pregnant Ex-wife

The gentleness of his fingers moving against my skin nearly made me close my eyes. His fingers traced the outline of the tattoo on my naked flesh which I wasn't aware of until he told me about its existence.

"A beautiful rose and a rosary," He mumbled absentmindedly, his breathing heavy against my back.

He was so near to me that I suddenly became aware of my nakedness. I pressed the shirt he just handed to my chest to cover my bare breasts.

I tried to ignore his presence but it was impossible. It was hard to ignore an overly six feet tall demigod, packed with rippling muscles and irresistible charm. Especthat he's caressing my back in a gentle way I never knew he's capable of.

"If you didn't love me, why did you need to put my name on your skin?"

Before I could even respond, he lifted me up from the floor as if I weighed no more than a feather and turned my body to his until I was facing him.

His dark midnight eyes caged mine.

I blinked rapidly, shocked by the sudden shift in his tone. A moment later he was gentle and the next thing I knew he was looking at me now as if he wanted to tear my head off my neck.

"W-what do you mean?" I blurted out loud as I stared at him with a horrified expression.

"My name on your back! Dammit Alexandria!"

He was furious but he made no attempt to hurt me.

Realization hit me as I found out why he was so angry. I swung my head to the full length mirror behind my back and saw that underneath the rosary and the rose tattoo on my back his name was written underneath.

"When did you get that tattoo?" He asked. His hawk-sharp eyes never leave mine.

"I don't know! I don't remember a thing." I shot back. Exasperated.

Trying to recall the memories I couldn't even remember was hurting my head. I wished that I could answer the questions he was throwing at me.

"Dammit." He mumbled under his breath. His hand ran through his hair in exasperation. "I don't know what game you are playing, Alexandria but I dare you I'm not gonna let you fool me again." After saying the words, he cast me one sharp glance that penetrated deep into my soul and wordlessly strode to the door and slammed the door shut.

He was gone but I was still there standing, staring at the door, wondering why he was furious over a tattoo.

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The dinner table felt as if someone had died by how silent it was. Except for the clatter of spoons and forks, there was no other noise that could be heard.

Niall, as if sensing the animosity between Lucas and I, ate his food in silence while I fed him.

The boy kept his head down the whole time. He looked obviously sad and seeing him that way tore my heart to shreds. I would be the worst mom ever if I wouldn't be able to cheer him up.

The dinner that should have lasted longer ended immediately as if it was a food eating contest and who finishes the food first wins.

With a heavy sigh, I finished the last bite of food and decided to retire early for the evening. The trip earlier this morning was so tiring and I was craving a good night sleep.

Niall was sent upstairs first. His personal nanny helped him prepare for the night since I couldn't do it myself because of my injury.

Wordlessly, Lucas picked me up from the chair and carried me to my room bridal style since I can't climbed the stairs alone.

He carried me to my room and placed me on the top of the bed. I managed to thank him before he got out the door.

When I was finally alone I start preparing for sleep. With the assistance of my crutches, I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. When I finished, I sat in front of the dresser and unclasped my extremely long hair until

it tumbled past my shoulders down to my waist.

I start taming my hair to submission using the hair brush I found on top of the dresser until there was no tangles left.

The sound of the roaring thunder almost made me flinch from where I sat. Soon enough, sharp lightning carved into the sky. It's going to rain soon, I thought to myself and I wasn't mistaken, drops of water from the sky started to pour to the earth. I saw it from the slightly parted curtains of the floor to ceiling window.

Niall.

Suddenly my son came to my thoughts. For an unknown reason, I suddenly found myself worried. Perhaps it was motherly instinct which made me grab my crutches and make my way to his room.

I was halfway to the corridor when I saw Lucas emerging from Niall's room. He was carrying the tearful child into his arms.

"What happened to him?" My voice was low but underneath I was on the verge of panic.

"He's scared of thunder." Lucas replied and carried Niall straight to the master's bedroom while I followed behind them.

The child didn't stop crying even after Lucas placed him on the bed. I bit my lower lip, as his sobs intensified. Lucas did everything to console him but he wouldn't stop crying.

I placed my crutches on the wall and climbed into the king size bed.

"Mommy's here, baby." I gently mumbled against his ears as I lay down beside him. Niall buried his head into my neck. I covered his ears with my palms so he wouldn't be troubled by the occasional sound of thunder.

I start to sing a lullaby to distract him from his fears. Slowly, I feel him relax in my arms. He even stopped crying as he listened to me while I sang.

A few minutes later when I checked on him I discovered that he was fast asleep and when I raised my head to Lucas he was intently looking at me.