Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 52

I could feel my legs about to give way any second as I tried to balance four Harry Potter sized books on my leg.

Jason had made it clear that everything I touched automatically became filthy. So he didn't want filth in his house. I wasn't even allowed to touch the armrest of the chair.

Trying to take my mind off my leg, I focused on the project. So far, I'd gone considerably far in my work.

The fact that I'd started beforehand really helped. At this rate I might even finish before the week runs out.

I'd calculated that I'd be done in a week but at the rate I was going it'd probably be done in 4 to 5 days.

I screamed in joy.

In my head, of course.

Lest Jason find another reason to torment me.

A few minutes later, I was at the last page of the first chapter I'd been studying-which brought day one of my work to a close. I rounded up quickly and began to fill the pages of Jason's project manual. I'd do mine when I got home. I didn't need him complaining about anything now.

My leg still hurt like a bitch so I paused, transferring the books to my other leg.

At this point I wasn't even sure I could feel my legs. Plus every time I bent forward to write, the books hit my abdomen. This happened so many times I started to feel nauseous. Damn Jason. Treating me like a slave.

I mean, there were about six very comfortable chairs in the living room. And a table I could've used.

This is just another one of his ways of punishing me, I guess.

Closing the manual after I was done filling the first section, I wiped sweat off my eyebrows.

My throat was parched and I realized how hungry I was.

He hadn't even offered me water.

A*****e.

As if on cue, I noticed him looking at me. Staring actually.

I suddenly started to feel comfortable.

Why was he staring like that?

Did I do something I wasn't supposed to?

He suddenly scowled and looked away.

I raised an eyebrow.

He's probably thinking up another prank to play on me. Would he slump if he just decided to leave me alone?

Tired, I looked away, standing up and balancing the books in my hand.

I walked towards him, extending my arm to hand over his project manual.

"Your manual," I muttered, arm still extended.

He faced me, looking me up and down and sneering.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with it? Chew it?"

"No-no... it's one of the-the things we have to submit after the project." I stammered.

His scowl deepened.

"Well keep it till you're done." He said flatly. "Stop being moronic."

I exhaled as he hissed and plugged his eyes back to his phone.