Mariana POV
“You knew this whole f*****g time?” I pushed against Dion’s chest, and he wisely fell down to sit on the couch.
I knew I didn’t push him hard enough to actually move him. That’s not possible since I’m so small compared to him. I was getting funking sick of glaring up at him, though, and much prefer yelling at him if he’s below me.
“Mariana,” he grabs my hips, trying to placate me, “I was going to tell you soon. Things have just been hectic.”
“You don’t think I know that! That’s why you should have told me! How long have you known?” I glare at him.
He presses his lips together, not giving me an answer. His eyes are pleading with me not to make him.
“How long, Dion?”
He sighs heavily. “Since your heat ended.”
My eyes go wide with surprised rage. Angry, hot air leaves
