Chapter IV: These are my children, - 2

I was paralyzed, watching them as if I were watching a movie. I didn't know what to say or do.

"Since when have these two hooligans been so calm, like little angels?" On top of that, my cheeky daughter is trying to win over her father. How can this man's words make me tremble? This isn't happening. What if he takes them away from me?" Thousands of thoughts raced through my head, and a terrifying fear settled in my heart.

"Are you going to feed them in the end? I think Roy William is hungry," he said, looking me in the face. This made me react. With some hesitation, I approached to pick up Roy.

"Are you going to feed them in the end? I think Roy William is hungry," he said, looking me in the face. This made me react, and with some hesitation, I approached to pick up Roy.

"How do you know the children's names?" I managed to say when the words finally came out. He looked at me intently but didn't answer. I automatically wanted to laugh at myself for thinking this. After all, he was the great Norman Miller. Nothing escaped his control—not his knowledge, not even us.

"He's always hungry. His needs always come first," I said to Norman as I took his son from his arms and began to unbutton my shirt. I didn't notice that he was watching me with interest.

"I see you don't mind undressing in front of me. You do it very often. It's not that I mind, but..." I didn't let him finish.

"Your son has a very clear way of demanding what he wants. I think he takes after his father in that respect. Either I feed him now, or...” I realized at that moment that I had admitted that the children were his.

I couldn't continue my explanation. Apparently, Roy had had enough of waiting, and a scream that made our ears hurt came from his small lungs. Seeing that Roy had all the attention, Aila decided it was time to reclaim the limelight she always enjoyed and joined her brother in crying.

"There you go. I don't know what you call it, Norman Miller, but I call it the contribution of paternal genes," I said sarcastically, sticking my chest out as I put it in my son Roy's mouth. He automatically stopped crying.

Seconds later, as if in a coordinated chorus, Aila also stopped crying and smiled at her father. Norman looked at me incredulously at first, but when he saw his children's reaction, he smiled with pride.

"I like that they know what they want and go for it. I also see that there is something else my son has inherited from his father," Norman said, watching passionately as his son sucked on my breast. Meanwhile, Ailan played with her father's tie as he held her in his arms.

"Now that they're calmer, I think it's time for you to tell me what you want and what you intend to do. I'm not going to hand over the children, not even for all the Miller money. They're not going to separate me from them. If you take me to court, I promise to fight to the end," I said, looking at him defiantly.

"That would be impossible, Alicia. As I told you the night we were together, you are mine, and only you can bear the Miller surname. My children will bear it once I speak to my lawyers. As for separating us, I think there's been a mistake, Mrs. Miller. You are my wife. You have been mine since the moment you begged me to make you mine, so apart from telling me when you want to get married and when you're going to tell your company that you're not coming back, I don't think there's anything else to resolve," said the arrogant businessman.

"You were the one who set everything up for me to come back—the expropriation and all that!" I said angrily, trying not to shout so as not to disturb Roy while he was eating; otherwise, he would never forgive me. This child made the same faces as his father when he didn't get his way.

"I had to make you come back. I couldn't allow my wife to live in conditions I couldn't control."

"Who says I'm going to marry you, Norman Miller? I accept that you're his father. I even accept coming back here so you can be close to them. But if we're talking about getting married for one night of sex...for one strange night of sex..." What was wrong with me? I couldn't talk to him without remembering how my body felt in his arms, how he made me feel when he had me, how...

Norman approached me, interrupting my thoughts. He took Roy from my arms. Roy had fallen asleep after I made love to him.

He put Roy on his shoulder. Earlier, he had left Aila in the stroller, playing with his tie, which he had taken off and given to her because it had caught her attention. I didn't want to think about how much that tie was worth. My daughter was drooling over it and putting it in her mouth.

After burping her son, she put him in his stroller to sleep.

I tried to cover my chest while, half-paralyzed, I watched the scene as if I were hypnotized. I tried to find the right words without sounding stupid. Norman quickly approached me and said, “Don't do it!” Without further ado, he grabbed my wrists and raised my arms above my head, preventing me from covering my chest. He leaned his head toward my chest, placing his mouth where his son had been and licking and kissing it fervently.

His actions were so quick that I could barely protest, and a moan of pleasure escaped my lips involuntarily. I was left feeling numb, unable to do anything but let him do what he wanted.

"How is it possible that just this man's touch makes me lose my mind?" I thought.

"I understand my sons' addiction to you. It's something their father shares. Your taste drives me crazy!" he said, taking his mouth away from my nipple. He pulled my arms behind my back, pulled me toward him, and began to kiss me without further ado.

At that moment, I lost all desire to fight, if I ever had any.

"You'll marry me soon. I miss you so much. I can't get you out of my mind," he said, kissing my neck.

"How can you say that? We don't even know each other! We only spent one night together—one long night. You've known many women. Why do you want me to marry you?" I said between moans, trying to maintain my sanity with great difficulty.

"Because I'm the only man you've ever known. Because you drive me crazy. Because you're the mother of my children. And because I can't get you out of my mind," he said. His words made me moan.

"Because I'm the only man you've ever known. Because you drive me crazy. Because you're the mother of my children. And because I can't get you out of my mind," he said. His words made me moan as he took control of my mouth again.

He took control of my mouth again. For minutes, I lost all control. I wanted him to take me on the living room carpet. I didn't feel like myself. I understood that this man had left a mark on me.