Chapter 3

    I didn't bother to greet the people around me. I took the stairs to the second-story apartment two at a time. When I was inside, I closed the door and leaned heavily against it.

    Tears prickled on my eyelids, and it only made me more furious than I was upset over seeing Alejandro Sancho again. No, I didn't wish this thing to happen. I never wanted to see him again. Never did I want anyone to have the kind of power he had to hurt me. Never again. 

    My hands automatically went to my belly, hugging my unborn little angel. I gently rubbed it, unsure who I was trying to comfort more, my baby or myself.

    "I was a fool to love him," I whispered. "I was a fool to think I could ever fit into his world and that the people around him accept me."

    I jumped when the door behind me vibrated with a knock. My heart leaped into my throat, and I put my shaky hand to my chest. I stared at the door as if I could see through it.

    "Senorita Cameron, please open the door." said the voice behind the door.

    I recognize that voice. Damian. He is Alejandro's trusted bodyguard.

    I put a hand to the wooden door and leaned forward, unsure whether she should ignore him or respond.

    "I already told you. Cameron is not there. Who are you people, by the way?" Lena's voice filled with anger.

    I wanted to open the door and hug Lena, but I can't. And I won't.

    "Shut up, woman. We know that she's inside hiding." the arrogant voice said. "What kind of filthy place is this? Alejandro, make it fast!"

    "Jerk!" Hatred is evident in Lena's voice.

    "Thank you, that is my middle name,"

    "What a Prek!"

    "Matias, that's enough." an authoritative voice echo and my heart goes wild.

    Alejandro. The very last person I wanted to open the door.

    "Cameron, I know you're in there. open the door or I'll break it."

    He's mad. I know when he's mad or not but I still didn't open the door.

    "Don't test my patience."

    The force of the second knock bumped my hand, and I snatched it away.

    "Go away," I finally shouted. "I don't wanna see you, and I have nothing to say to you."

    Suddenly the door shuddered and flew open. I took several hasty steps backward, my arms curling protectively on my belly.

    And there he is standing in a doorway, looking big and formidable an ever. Nothing has changed he is still handsome. And his gold eyes gaze stroked over me, piercing through any protective barriers I thought to construct. I almost run out of breath, my heart rate triples its pump, and I hate this feeling.

    You can't get through me. Ever again. I mentally thought to myself.

    "Are you okay, Cammy?" Lena said with a worried voice, I can see that she's trying to get through Alejandro but she can't. "Hey! let me through."

    Lena tried to push Alejandro but no luck at all it seems she's pushing a brick wall.

    "Woman do you know privacy?" Matias said half smiling. I can see how his eyes flicker with wickedness. I want to warn Lena I know this kind of people. They always get what they want.

    "I'm not talking to you, Jerk!" Lena shouted back at Matias.

    "I see that you already love my second name I'm flattered but I hate dense people." And Matias carries Lena on his shoulder I was surprised and I can't believe what I'm seeing. Lena is a petite woman and she perfectly fits on Matias's shoulder. Luckily, Lena wore black pants I must say that everything is safe underneath.

    "Jerk! Put me down! Who the hell do you think you are?" Lena screams and keeps on throwing a punch on Matias's back.

    "Steady woman or I'll throw you out this filthy thing you called 'veranda'," Matias demanded, "make it fast Alejandro I'm losing my patience on this noisy woman." To my horror, Matias slaps Lena's butt and he starts to walk as nothing happened. And all that I can see is the upside-down of my poor friend's head flatly lying on Matias's shoulder. Damian looks into my eyes and he bows as if giving respect and starts tailing Matias.

    "You! Jerk! Put me down!" and that's what I've heard in Lena's voice before they went out.

    "So where are we?" 

    My attention was back on the almighty man standing as if he is a god in a flesh. He is wearing his three-piece Armani suit. His golden eyes were orb around and darted constantly, a-gleam with delight every time he looks at me. . . before. Now I'm looking at empty eyes. His Spaniard nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. His wrestler’s shoulders were part of his burly physique. He had a devil-may-care outlook and a stellar smile. He'd always had a way of seeing straight to my heart and into the deeps on my soul.

    And I hate him for that.

    "Get out," I said I'm proud of myself for how steady my voice sounded. "Get out or I'll call the police. This country is out of your jurisdictions, I have nothing to talk to you about. Not now. Not never."

    "That's too bad," Alejandro said as he slowly walks forward, "because I have plenty to talk to YOU about. Starting with whose baby you're pregnant with."