Diego’s POV“Kamara? Kamara, wait!” I called out to her, feeling confused.Since we left the event, she has been acting up. I genuinely thought the outing was going to be all giggly like a child throughout the day. But I guessed wrong. Catching up with her, I held her back gently by the arm.“Kamara, can you just wait up? What’s wrong? Did I say or do something wrong?”Her eyes jutted out of their sockets. “Are you kidding me? In your big head, you couldn’t process what you did wrong?”I touched my head, “It's not exactly big if you ask me. She growled viciously and attempted to leave again. Had to stand in her way. “Come on now. I thought we were having a good time. You even met one of your idols. I deserve a hug.” I said, trying my hardest to lighten the mood.“What you deserve is a punch in your face. An idol that you just made me an enemy of is what you call a good time?” she snarled.My brows furrowed in confusion, “I still don’t get it.”“How did you know Julia?” she questioned,
Kamara’s POVI feel pretty anxious. This isn’t the first time Diego has asked me to just dress up and come with him somewhere without sharing the details of the place. However, there is a difference in the invite this time. It wasn’t an order, more like a plea that I could turn down. At the same time, I am quite curious to find out about this place that he wants to take me to. Our discussion last night was almost heated. I was almost on the verge of getting pissed at him. I would be in New York by now, living one of my dreams if I weren’t pregnant. Maybe he is to blame. If he had agreed to take the money in installments and put a bit of interest, then I would just have to put in more work. All the same, it is not his fault. My parents brought this upon me. Or better still, I brought it upon myself. I should have been selfish.Shaking out all the what-ifs, I tried to check for anything I could wear from my creations. Thankfully, Diego didn’t send me a cloth this time. But then that alw
Diego’s POV“Did you get me a gift?” Kamara inquired as she stepped forward to pick up the gift box.I cleared my throat awkwardly, “I just thought to give it to you to apologize.”Her eyes peered at me intently, “Hmm.” Was the only thing she said as she tore out the gift. A loud gasp escaped her lips at the sketchpad with her name beautifully customized on it. “oh my goodness! Did you really get me this?”My racing heart seemed to fall into a normal pace at her words. “of course. After all, it is your name that is engraved on it.”A beautiful smile spread out on her face as she suddenly blinked shyly. “if this was an apology gift, why didn’t you hand it over yourself? Also, do you even know why you are apologizing?”I almost took offense at the second question, but then, she does have a valid reason to ask “I am sorry for calling you a surrogate with so much disregard. I assure you a lot was going through my mind that I didn’t take a moment to process what I was getting into. And I c
Diego’s POV“You are really bad at keeping the peace, Diego. You should learn from the best.” Fernando mocked as he chugged down his whiskey.I sucked my teeth, readjusting myself on the couch. I really don’t know what Kamara is doing to me. Something about her just puts me in the same box Nana pushes me into when I wrong her. The look she had in her eyes a while ago as she spoke made my chest ache. Every burn was felt in my core. I had wanted to say something more convincing. To assure her that I didn’t mean what I said it was just out of habit. Now I am just seated and lost in thoughts wondering what I can do to make things right between us.Fernando nudged me on the side, jolting me back to the present. “why aren’t you saying anything?” “What do you want me to say? I know I messed up, but I don’t know how to make things right with her. Kamara is changing something in me. I am not supposed to care this much. It really cant be because she is carrying my child right?” I asked him eve
Kamara’s POV“Kamara.” Diego mouthed like he was testing out the feel of my name on his tongue. I took in a deep breath and managed a small smile as I put down the tray. “I thought you might need some nutrients after the hard exercise. I will just drop this here and excuse you.” I didn’t bother to look at them twice before scurrying out of the court. Diego called back at me, but i didn’t wait and hastened my steps. Of what use would his calling be? What would he be explaining when he is only saying the truth. After all i am just a surrogate and nothing more. Its not like i ever thought myself to be more than that. Why then does my chest ache?I can feel tears at the back of my eyes which only makes it more annoying. Diego had never hidden his truth from me. Not even the sex and the few times he was nice to me changed the fact of what I meant to him. I was very sure that I did not think too highly of our relationship. Why the hell do I feel so heavy?Leaning onto the kitchen island,
Diego’s POVThe noise made my ears hurt. It was subtle, yet it sent waves to my ear. Fernando kept hitting the racket against the tennis ball for half a second. I needed to keep my head straight. Would have stayed back in my room, but that would have only made things worse. I hate being cooped up in a space all in the name of not feeling good. Which was why i didn’t turn down Fernando’s request to come play tennis at the house. He is either bored or has something to talk to me about. “Wow! That was breathtaking.” Fernando panted while waving at his playing partner. I expected him to ask me why i didn’t join in. Instead, he just grabbed a bottle of water, chugged it down his throat and sat next to me. We sat in silence for a few minutes before he readjusted himself and spoke. “I hear you ordered a new batch of pills.” He said in a reserved tone. I felt a painful tug in my spine. Gulped hard as it trickled slowly through every bone in my vein. I don’t know why the pills aren’t here