Taken By The Mafia Lord

“Oh no,” Arianna groaned when she discovered that she has just gotten a visit from Lady Flo. It came earlier than expected and Arianna did not doubt that it was affected by the stress and anxiety she was going through.

She forgot to keep records as well and now she just stained Leon’s bed, it was embarrassing. However, this meant that she wasn’t pregnant, and Arianna didn’t know how to feel about that. Sure, she was all about not having a baby yet, however, Marcel was over the moon at the prospect of her being pregnant.

He had been sure that his sperm was potent enough to get her pregnant, but that doesn’t seem to be the case now. Arianna did not doubt that he would be disappointed greatly by this news.

Suddenly, Marcel stirred from his sleep, opening his eyes as confusion set in when he saw her standing at the edge of the bed and staring at him strangely.

Marcel sat up slowly, thinking that something was wrong and he didn’t want to alert the enemy. He surmised the enemy had gotten into their room while he slept and held them, hostage, commanding Arianna not to alert him to their presence or he would kill him. No wonder, he was followed last night.

With lightning speed, Marcel suddenly pulled out the gun hidden under his pillow and turned around, aiming at the door only to see that there was nobody in sight? Huh, that was strange.

“Marcel....” Arianna breathed, her hand on her pounding chest.

Wait a minute, Marcel slept with a gun under his pillow? What if something went wrong at night and he mistakenly pulled the trigger, and one, if not two of them dies. She would have to speak to him on that. He should find other spaces to keep his gun within reach, not under the pillow.

.....

Marcel turned around, “Why are you standing....” The rest of his words trailed off when his gaze fell on the stain on the bed and his expression died off.

At first, Marcel couldn’t understand what he has just seen until it hit him out of nowhere. He looked at Arianna standing right in front of him and then at the bed and back at Arianna again, making the connections.

“My period came,” Arianna explained to him, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. Although Marcel schooled his expression, the tension in the air was palpable.

“I guess that means you’re not pregnant then,” Marcel nodded his head in understanding

“Yep, I’m not,” Arianna confirmed.

Marcel suddenly put on a bright smile with a clap, “All hope is not lost, I still have more than a million quality seeds to plant into your womb,”

Arianna scoffed in disbelief, his ego was out of this world. However, she didn’t say any a word knowing that he was still sad beyond that exterior. Marcel was merely covering up.

He climbed out of the bed,” I guess you need your lady things. I would call Luca to take care of that,” He pulled out his phone already, texting him.

“Yes, I need it and I’m so embarrassed I stained Leon’s bed. I should have been more observant of my body changes.” Arianna muttered, her head lowered.

“You have nothing to be ashamed about,” Marcel said, lifting her head so he could look at her beautiful face. Arianna was biting down on her lower lips nervously and she looked so cute.

“If it comforts you, I’ll have the bed thrown away and get him a new one.” He offered.

“No,” Arianna shook her head, “No, that’s a waste of resources.”

“You seem to forget that I’m a third-generation rich man, baby girl. Money is not a problem for me,”

“Is that why you’ve been throwing money around carelessly for me to steal?” Arianna asked him.

“Yeah,” Marcel shamelessly admitted it, “I did It because it was fun and you were so cute. You don’t know this but you look like Jerry, the mouse in the cartoon stealing all of the cheese Tom, the cat, intentionally placed on the way to lure it to his trap.”

“Oh, I’m a mouse now? You are unbelievable?” Arianna snorted, however, there was a trace of a smile at the corner of her lips.

“Yeah, a cute house mouse,” He pinched her cheeks playfully causing Arianna to glare at him.

Marcel placed his hands on her shoulder and then rubbed them down the length of her arms. He took her hands in the end, asking,

“How do you feel? I heard girls get sick on their period. Chloe doesn’t even talk to me when she’s on hers, claims I’m not a woman and would never understand.” He was worried.

Arianna chuckled, “Well, she might be a bit right on that part because on our period, we experience shit like abdominal or pelvic cramping, lower back pain, bloating and sore breasts, food cravings, headache, and Fatigue. Oh, did I forget to mention, mood swings and irritability,” She added sweetly, although the smile didn’t touch her eyes, “Try not to offend me during this period, love. ”

Marcel gulped, why do women carry so much load? He was flabbergasted.

“So is it hurting?” Marcel asked unsure. His hand already slipping beneath her blouse and he began to rub her bare tummy as if that would cure her pain, “Is it working?” Marcel was hopeful.

“That’s sweet, babe, but no, it’s not working. Luckily for me, I hardly get intense mental cramps, however, I do have what is called period poop.” Arianna informed him.

“Period poop,” Marcel’s head was swirling with so much information that was as weird as fuck and he wanted to get the fuck out of here, but he couldn’t. This was his woman Arianna and he had to be with her even in the... creepiest scenario.

“Yeah, that happens when compounds called prostaglandins tell my uterus to contract to give me uterine lining the heave-ho – that’s why cramps happen.

But prostaglandins can migrate to other areas, including my gastrointestinal tract. This is why I do poop more often or have diarrhea during my period, it’s because the same hormones that cause cramps are romping around my midsection. In one word, I’m about to go have communion with the toilet, don’t wait up for me, Marcel. ” She tapped his shoulder and left for the restroom.

Unfortunately, Marcel didn’t understand a single thing Arianna said aside from the last line, she needed to use the toilet.