Chapter 38. Can't Keep Doing This

“I hate it when you sweet talk,” I tell Kian after securing my seat belt. I don’t usually put it on but now that I’m pregnant, I’m not taking any chances.

“Why? I thought women like it when men speak sweetly to them.”

“I don’t like it. I would rather they say what’s on their mind as it is. You know, being blunt about things.”

“And why is that?”

“People speak the truth when they’re being blunt. I feel they’re lying when sweet talking.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said I want to achieve a lot of firsts with you Farrah. I meant it,” he says, taking my hand and threading my fingers with his.

His eyes hold so much sincerity when I look into them, and I have no other choice than to believe him. The car jerks to a stop and I’m thrown forward, but Kian pulls me back.

“What the hell happened Fergus?”, Kian asks, anger lacing his tone.

“I have checked sir, and it appears that there’s a missing screw in our tyre sir.”

Kian swears. “Then find the