- Mirror, mirror on the wall…
1 swivel around. Shocked to see Rowan standing behind me.
Could this day get any worse? I ask myself, groaning internally.
“Rowan?” I shriek, caught off guard. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Of all the times I had to bump into him, why now when I was standing in front of a sex toy shop?
This had to be the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever experienced.
“I could ask you the same thing?” He says looking behind me.
I feel my cheeks redden, because I know nothing I say will get me out of the situation. I was standing in front of the shop and its windows displayed a variety of sex toys. It was hard to shrug off what kind of store this was.
I look back at the store before facing him nervously. I don’t know why I was nervous, but I was.
“I’m here to shop for maternity clothings and buy some things for the baby,” I lie.
He looks at me. His left eyebrow raised. “In a sex shop? I don’t think you’ll find what you’re looking
for here, unless you have other things in mind”
The tilt of his mouth lets me know that he was teasing me, which was a completely new concept
Instead of answering him, I start walking in the other direction. I expected him to at least leave
me alone, but he doesn’t. Instead he falls in step with me.
“I didn’t take you for a woman who would use sex toys” he says, making me halt in my steps.
What the hell was wrong with him. Why the hell was he even bringing this up? Didn’t he get the memo that I wanted nothing to do with him? That I didn’t want him near me. It was the reason
why I walked away in the first place.
“First of all, you don’t know the type of woman I am. You never did, mainly because you thought I was beneath you or something and second of all, what’s wrong with using dildos and vibrators to
pleasure myself? I am a human being with needs, and they have to be fulfilled one way or another.
Now leave me the hell alone”
1 see an inferno light up in his eyes, but I don’t dwell on it. Not giving him a chance to speak, I start walking again. This time I quicken my steps.
The man infuriated me and at times like this, I want nothing more than to slap the daylights out gets worse when I remember all the shit he put me through, all because he was ‘in love‘ with Emma. Note the sarcasm.
I was now fuming. I would like to blame the pregnancy hormones, but I couldn’t put all the blame
“What?“stopping, I snap, now realizing that he was striding next to me.
He was looking at me with his head tipped to the side. Almost like I was a puzzle he was trying to figure out.
“Here’s a mom and baby shop” he says pointing at the store that was a few feet from us.
I know I had lied about why I was here, but seeing the store made me realize that I was indeed in need of maternity clothes. Plus I had yet to buy anything for the baby.
I stomp my feet grudgingly as I walk toward the store. I stop just as I cross the threshold and put
my arms out.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask him when I realize that he was about to walk inside with me.
“Isn’t it obvious? I am here to help you shop”
“I didn’t ask nor do I need your help, so turn your ass around and go back to where you came from”
I had reached my limit with him being so pushy about things that no longer concerned him.
Where was he when I needed him? Now that I don’t, he thinks he can force himself in my life? It’s
not going to happen. 2
Instead of backing off, he gets into my face,so much so that there is barely any space between us.
“I’m staying and I’m going to watch as you try every fucking piece of cloth, Ava. You better get it inside your head because I’m not leaving until you buy what you need”
My mouth falls open at his audacity. How dare he? Who the hell did he think he was? He wasn’t
even the baby’s father for fucks sake!
Before i can get a chance to give him a piece of my mind, someone interrupts our stare down. You could literally cut the tension with a damn knife
“Hi, how can I help you two?” the sweet voice says behind us
“My wife is looking for some clothes for herself and the baby Rowan answers before I can, leaving me completely shocked on
What the actual hell? Wife! I wasn’t his fucking wife anymore. Why the hell would he tell her that? I swear Rowan has completely lost it. He has gone ahead and joined the loony train. That was the only explanation why he was behaving in such a way. 2
The store attendant smiles and motions for us. “Follow me. My name is Wendy and we’ve just received beautiful exclusive pieces that I’m sure your wife will like”
Before I can correct her for her mistake. Rowan grabs my hand and gently drags me into the store. Following behind Wendy like a damn puppy.
She sits us on one of the sofas then leaves. I turn and glare at Rowan. Completely pissed off.
“What the hell was that back there? I fume, feeling my anger reach dangerous peaks.
He looks at me lazily, before casually answering me with another question.
“What was what?
“Don’t play dumb with me! Why the hell did you call me your wife, have you forgotten we’re divorced? Or that you’re now dating Emma?”
“Here are the pieces” Wendy says walking towards us with a stack of clothes.
What was with her and interrupting me. I was now mad at the poor soul because Rowan had
pissed me off. (2)
“How about we start with this one?” She asks, holding a beautiful maxi dress up for me.
If it wasn’t for the fact that I was seething, I would have appreciated how beautiful the dress
“Go, try it on” Rowan says seemingly unaffected by the suffocating tension in the room.
Grabbing the dress, I stomp to the direction of the changing rooms. He had another thing coming
if he thought that I was going to model for him. He could rot in hell for all I cared.
Taking out my clothes, I put on the dress. The moment I look at myself in the mirror, all my anger just sort of fades away. 1 looked damn beautiful. The dress did wonders for my figure and my growing baby bump I immediately decide to take it.
After that I call Wendy. She hands me the next piece of cloth. It was a sundress and looked really nice. Just like with the maxi dress, this one also looked really good on me. I loved their exclusive pieces. They were gorgeous and just perfect for expectant mothers.
It was as I was about to try on a pair of jeans, that the door opened. His presence immediately alerted me that it wasn’t Wendy in the room with me.
I stood frozen, my eyes connecting with his through the mirror. He was holding a blue top while I stood in nothing but my bra and panties.
“What the hell, Rowan!” I whisper–yelled turning to face him while trying to hide my ass and bulging boob which literally spilled out of my bra.
Which reminded me, I needed maternity bras too.
He doesn’t say anything. His eyes slowly peruse my body. It almost felt like a gentle caress and it
made me uncomfortable.
Taking one of the long dresses, I use it as some sort of shield. Hiding my partial nakedness.
He drops the top and starts to move towards me as if he was in a sort of trance. 2
Before I have the chance to do anything, he cages me between his body and the mirror. My breath starts coming out rapidly as I start to panic. I never thought that I would find myself in such a
position with Rowan.
He lifts his hand. His finger caressing my lips, my neck before falling on my cleavage.
“They’re bigger than I remember” he says gruffly, his voice filled with something I don’t want to
“Step away Rowan,” I murmur.
Instead of doing what I asked, his hand continues its descent downward. He pushes the dress aside and places his hand on my baby bump.
My breath still and his picks up.
His eyes stare at mine, and that’s when I see it. I wanted to be wrong. I thought I was wrong, but I
never saw directed at me. I saw nothing but burning desire.
I’m completely frozen by what I’ve seen. Unable to believe it. Unable to understand it. I remain
frozen in shock as his head descends.
Before he can get too close, I push him away. Unable to take in what was happening or the desire
that had coated the room.
My shove seems to have woken him up from his trance. He shakes his head as if trying to get rid
of the fog. I was breathing hard, confused as fuck about what had happened.
“Ava” he says almost on a plea.
“Not another fucking word” I snarl at him.
I quickly put my clothes on before fleeing the room. I really loved the clothes, but I will be
damned if I had to spend another minute in Rowan’s presence.
Within minutes, I’m outside the mall. Getting into my car, I drive off. My mind was a mess as I
tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with Rowan and why the hell he did what he did.
Rowan has never looked at me with desire, so why the hell did it look like he wanted nothing
more than to take me against that mirror? 3