KAMARIA POV
Is been two weeks since I moved out of Damien's house and I haven't heard from him. Why doesn't that surprise me. This just proves how much Damien regarded me. Which is nothing. I don't need more proof to know he doesn't love me but it seems everywhere I look there is a reminder. Telling myself it doesn't hurt will be a big fat lie to myself and there are just two people you can't lie to yourself and God.For days now I have been trying not to think about him, to move on with my life. Telling myself that it is over. We might not have signed the divorce papers but it is over, but getting over Damien is easier said than done.I haven't told my parents about our divorce and that is because of my dad. I don't want to break his heart on top of losing his best friend, a man he considers a brother more than his own brothers. The Blacks might not like my family, at least two - third the Blacks, but my family loves them, especially Damien whom my father treats like a son he never had, not that my dad regrets having me. My parents loves me just as I am.After I left Damien I stayed with Bobby, one of my best friend for few days before finding an apartment for myself. A small two bedroom apartment. It might not be as luxurious or ritz as Damien's apartment but it is mine and it is few blocks from the law firm where I work so that is a bonus.I walked into Parker, Franklin and Lusch law firm with my hands filled with two cups of coffee and brown take out bag containing Jeffrey's croissants, his favourite.Most of the employees are yet to make it in so it is a little quiet than it usually is when everyone is in. I am a little early. It is barely seven o clock. On good days I manage to make it just in time to avoid being late but with everything that is going on in my life sleeping have become an issue. Why cling to my bed if I am not going to sleep.Parker, Franklin and Lusch law firm sits on the fifty two floor of a sixty floor storey building in the heart of the city. It is one of the best up and coming law firm in the city, a place for the movers and shakers. Owned by three people, Jeffery Parkers, Rawlins Franklin, and Katherine Lusch.My box heels strike the dark wood floor softly as I walked past the glass offices of most of the junior lawyers, then the receptionist desk, it wasn't empty like most of the cubicles I just passed.I wasn't surprised that Monique is in. The dark skinned woman is a hard worker and one of the people that keeps PF&L working like a well oiled machine. She was already on the phone making calls, her desk looking like she been here a while."Morning!" I greeted her with a polite smile as I walked by and only got a brisk wave in return. I continued my way to Jeffrey's office which is located towards the end of another hallway separate from the masses. Actually the office of the other names in PF&L are there too.When I got to my office, an anteroom attached to Jeffrey's office I settled down and began to organise Jeffrey's day before he gets here.Soon the office started to stir as more employees began to arrive. At exactly eight o clock my boss arrived looking very sharp in his black powersuit.Jeffery is a very handsome man in middle forties, not that you can tell with his lean muscular physique, his shinny glossy hair combed neatly off his face."Get the files for the Matheson's case and follow me. Madeline will be arriving soon," Jeffery threw at me without even a hello.I flinched as the Matheson's case kind of hit home, but I managed not let my pain show."Morning to you too," I whispered underneath my voice and started getting the files he requested."I heard that!" Jeffery growled before disappearing into his office. I don't know how he could have heard that. It was a mumble, unless he is a vampire, or a werewolf. Wouldn't put it past him. Jeffery prowess as a lawyer makes him come off not human sometimes. He is extremely brilliant.The Matheson's case is a very big case with a lot of media attention which isn't surprising seeing who the Matheson's are. The Matheson's just like the Blacks are one of the richest families in the city. After being married for over thirty years the Matheson have decided to call it quits.Madeline is our client, a very wealthy woman who made her money independent of her husband. She is into beauty products and hav grown her own empire.The case have been dragging for almost two months now because the couple have a lot of shared properties and dividing those between them is a nightmare because everyone wants what the other want.Today Madeline will say she wants the vacation house at Bahamas, the next day Tony will say he wants it too. Back and forth they squabble hurling names at each other and the day ends with nothing achieved.In my humble opinion I believe the two couples are still fond of each other and will benefit from a marriage counselor but they are both proud human beings and would never think of doing that.Wish my situation can be resolved by a marriage counselor, but no counselor under the son can make Damien love me, which is the root of the problem.I let out a sad sigh as I gathered everything Jeffery will need for his upcoming meeting with Madeline and his breakfast. Today I had promised myself that I wouldn't think about Damien and is not even nine o clock and I have thought about him thrice."Here you go," I placed the coffee and the croissants on Jeffrey's table along with his coffee."Thank you," he said not looking up from the book he was going through. Jeffery can be courteous when he chooses to be, which is not all the time.His office is old fashioned, looking more like the study you find in the nineteen century English home, than anything in this century. There are a lot of books, law books in the huge shelf occupying a greater portion of the office, antiquities, the floor covered with a push rug and the office smelling like old leather and cigarette along with Jeffrey's cologne.KAMARIA POV Twenty minutes later the Matheson's arrived. While they were exchanging pleasantries I excused myself to get in the snacks and coffee I arranged for this meeting yesterday before I rejoined in ready to take notes. Jeffery once again went over everything Madeline wants and then asked her if she will consider settling outside the court. Madeline tilted her perfectly cut blonde hair which is beginning to show sighs of greying as she gave Jeffrey's words some thoughts. "I will consider it if Tony is willing.""Brilliant, I will speak to his lawyers,"Jeffery said with one of his rare smiles. Jeffery is usually not a smiling man, but on good occasions like this, they tend to sneak out. The meeting ended and Jeffrey shook hands with Madeline and the people that came with her and they left with a promise from Jeffery to contact them when he has spoken to Tony's lawyers. I was about to leave the office when Jeffrey called me back. "What is going on Kamaria?" His expression wa
DAMIEN POVI called for my assistant and she was there within seconds looking like she ran across the room with that nervous look about her that makes me wonder if I have a masquerade mask on. "Go down to the eatry that just opened few blocks away and get me some lunch," I said coldly and bent back to computer in front of me. A few seconds later I looked up to see her still standing there swaying from one foot to the other with a look of indecision about her. " Yes," I growled wondering why she hasn't gone and come back with my lunch. "S...sorry..."There she goes again apologising. "Why?"My voice have gone few octaves lower and hard. Her brow wrinkled in confusion. "E...excuse me!" "You are not. Now why are you sorry?" I demanded again, my voice flat. The nervous look on her face worsened. I shook my head as I watched her tremble before me. Maria have been with me for the past three years and yet she still acts like some skittish cat where I am. "Don't ever say sorry again
KAMARIA POV Never try to drown your pain with alcohol because come the next morning you will be in a world of pain and your problems will still be there waiting for you.Last night Bobby and Jonathan came over as promised.But instead of getting into signing the divorce papers we decided to drink. They wanted to cheer me up and in their words, actually this was from Bobby who has never been a fan of Damien. The arrogant prick can wait.Bobby Jonathan and I have been best friends since high school. Bobby and I met first, in the school hallway, actually we ran into each other, literally. That was sophomore year, it was Bobby's first day in school. His friendly smile had been what drew me to him. His teeth was so white against his dark skin. I gave him the direction to the principal's office and when we met again in the cafeteria that was the beginning of our friendship. Not for once did Bobby and I think of dating each other despite how handsome he was. There was never such spark betwee
KAMARIA POV Kamaria open the door is me," Bobby voice rang upstairs. I buzzed him in and then waited with my nerves rattling for him to get to my apartment so I can ask him whether being two weeks late is something to worry about. Bobby has tons of sisters, four of them and him being the only boy and the middle child, I am sure he will know. "Kamaria where are you?" He yelled from the living room. "In here!" He walked in and stopped short at the door. "Are you alright. You look pale?" His handsome face reflecting the worry in his voice. "I shook my head. Is two weeks enough for me to worry?" "What?!" Bobby frowned taking a seat on the bed and keeping the bag containing the soup he brought for me on my desk. "I am two weeks late." I am sure I didn't need further explanation than that. Every boy of dating age understands when a girl says I am two weeks late. "When did you last fuck Damien?" If it was anyone I would probably be embarrassed by the question but this Bobby, my bes
DAMIEN POVI let out an animalistic growl when the phone went unanswered from Kamaria's end, my fist clenching on itself as my anger roared out of control. How dare she not pick my call! Is she avoiding me, trying to get back at me for something?! Is that why she hasn't signed. Maybe the money I gave her isn't enough and she and that lawyer boss of hers are plotting ways to take more from me. My expression hardened into a stony mask of anger and disgust. If Kamaria decides to prove my mother right that she is a gold digger after my family money, then she is going to see the ugly side of me. One thing I hate most is giving my mother something to gloat about. I was about to redial the number again when the telephone on my desk rang startling me, making me jump slightly on my seat. My anger worsened at being made to jump like some damned scardy cat. "What!" I snarled, not caring who is on the other side. I heard a squeak on the other side like my tone had scared the person but I did
DAMIEN POVKamaria was doing her best to hold Lily's stare as proudly as she can without appearing weak to her. For years this was the woman who had the attention of her husband, who was the source of her unhappiness, but right now she was acting like she didn't care, and her detached, cold mask was back in place. I didn't think my girlfriend liked the proud look on my ex wife face because those green eyes narrowed in anger and she looked like she was going to say something scathing. I knew I needed to do something before a cat fight erupts in my office, not that I think Kamaria will stoop that low. My wife, sorry ex wife has a class that most wealthy women of the society can't afford. Before I could speak Kamaria beat me to it. She remove her attention from Lily like she wasn't wasting her emotions and time on and turned to look at me. The fire I glimpsed in beautiful brown eyes were all gone, in its place a look that bothered on hatred. I winced. I had wanted us to go our separat
KAMARIA POV I took a seat across from him and waited. I must confess, now is just the two of us I am suddenly nervous. What is he going to say? Will he accept it? Ask me to abort it? That I am never doing? "When did you find out?" The calmness in his voice is still freaking me out. I can't help feeling that there is something coming. Something I am not going to like. "A week ago," I replied softly, not looking at him. "Were you planning on telling me?" "No," I said honestly. I chanced a look at him to see a look of hurt flash briefly over his face before it schooled back to a cold flat look. "I think we should hold off on the divorce until you have given birth." "What! Why?" I stared at him narrowing my eyes suspiciously at him. "Because I am not letting you leave with my son." I rolled my internally at him automatically assuming it is a boy that I am carrying, and what the fuck does he mean he is not letting me leave with the child. "What are you saying?" A feeling of drea
DAMIEN POVFor the rest of the day I worked in a daze, barely seeing or hearing anything. All I could thinks about is that Kamaria is carrying my child. Inside me I have all these confusing emotions. Anxiety, joy, pride, but the most palpable of them all is fear. What do I know about raising a child. A kid at this moment in my life wasn't something I planned, but now that it is happening I can't help feeling happy about it. There is this feeling of pride that is going on inside me at the thought of being a father. With my head not in the game I decided to leave work early. As I was leaving my eyes fell on the divorce papers I sent Kamaria. I picked it up and flipped through it. True to her words she signed the papers but she stated clearly that she didn't want a cent from me. I scoffed at her pride. I returned the papers in my drawers without signing it and locked it. I wasn't letting her go until she has had my baby. No one is going to raise my baby and if Kamaria believes she h