Diego's POV
“Oh, my goodness, Hernandez. You are unbelievable!” I kissed my teeth, slamming my hand on the table. “One thing I have noticed until now with you is how good you are at running your mouth. Probably because you are a lawyer, it's easy for you to say things you are incapable of.”
He bites deep into the apple in his hand, chewing slowly on it like he doesn't give a fuck about whatever it is I am saying. Somebody had better hold me back before I decide to maul him.
“Why are you always so impatient? It's been barely two days, and you are already frustrated. I told you to leave it to me, I never said you wouldn't be involved in the active search. Do I look like a matchmaker to you?”
I grabbed one of the heavy books on my table and flung it at him. With his usual poise, he dodged it. “I will kill you.” I growled.
Hernandez shrugged, “threaten me all you want, you still won't be able to escape going to that club with me tonight. You know it's more important than ever now.”
I hate how right he is, I never thought I would say this, but I am desperately seeking for ways to make my Nana happy. After Hernandez revelation of her hospital visit, I paid a bit of attention to her by asking one of my men to keep a close eye on her and realized how much of a shadow of herself she had become. She leaves the house every day to go to the park just to see children play. It hurt me so much, knowing I could provide her with that happiness. Nobody gets to me except her, I remember how much she had to sacrifice to train me, despite the grief of losing her children that she battled with. Nana has been protective and amazing over the years.
I couldn't sleep a wink and had to pester Hernandez to present his grand plan. Only for him to say we would be attending club's and restaurants for the next seven days, ladies flock around these places, and he thinks we would definitely see one that catches my interest. A day and a half in my blood seems hot, and I want to drill a hole in his forehead so bad. Not only were the ladies acting slutty, they all seemed stupid. I don't want a child from such a woman. Whoever will carry my child has to be worthy of birthing a Sanchez heir.
I huffed tiredly, “even if we have to do it this way. Why does it have to be Rodriguez's club of all places? You know how much I despise that young man.”
“Hate the game, not the player. Rodriguez has the highest number of young ladies flocking his club every night. He is handsome and uses himself to sell the club.”
“But I own one too. Why not go there instead?” I insisted, almost forced to pout.
“Your club is the last resort. When you are searching for something, you have to reach outside your comfort zone. It's the only way to get varieties of options. There is no need to respond to whatever Rodriguez throws at you. We can all agree he is a brat. Just keep your cool and feast your eyes on the goodies there. That's all.”
“You make it sound like that bastard wouldn't throw his weight around. I am so going to punch him in the face if he comes to me.”
Hernandez slapped his forehead, looking exhausted. “Do you want to be in the news again? Why do you always have to set yourself up for the wrongest reasons?”
“Oh, it's my fault now?”
There has always been bad blood between Rodriguez and I. His father and mine were friends, but the both of is never got along. And that's because Rodriguez is the definition of an asshole. Full of himself and most importantly, he fucked my girl. I don't care that I already ended things with her. I will be his sworn enemy for life. The last time I was tagged ruthless and called the most feared man in Atlanta, I had beaten the shit out of Rodriguez on the streets, causing him to undergo a face construction surgery.
My grandmother had me grounded for three months, even though I was an adult. She felt my temper wouldn't allow me to govern the Sanchez empire right. I had to learn to control my emotions and be diplomatic. I hated all of those lessons then, but it did pay off. I wasn't surprised that the news was tweaked in his favor. But I guess that earned me more respect, and they all give to me. Each person's knows better than to mess with me. I use both my fist and gun to gut their insides out.
“Diego, this is for Nana Isabella. Don't fuck it up, please. After tonight, if you find it unpleasant. I will get you a list and have you pick from them. Do we have a deal?” Hernandez suggested.
I snort, knowing there is no other way out of it even if I wanted to. “Okay. Let's get it over with.”
Hernandez insisted we get to the club thirty minutes earlier, that way no one will notice our entry and exit. I strongly agree, more because I actually want to avoid Rodriguez. He has gotten bolder over the years, thinking that plastic face of his can match my fist now. I learned he has been learning to throw a bit of punches. It still won't match mine, I can bet that. But tonight isn't about him. It's about my future, so I will in my best interest ignore any negativity.
Just as we settled and, Hernandez settled himself to started flirting in his usual way. Thirty minutes into our arrival, my eyes caught sight of her. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulder and the dress hugged her curves so well one could say it was solely made for her. My eyes had been apparent that day, noticing the hidden beauty. But I didn't think she had this fierce side to her. All the men around also couldn't take their eyes off her.
I got curious and wished to know what brought her here. At the same time, it's none of my business. What I should be concerned about is her paying me my money. Two days from now, I will get back my property.
“Hey, your 3 o'clock.” Hernandez nudged me on the side.
Jolting out of my reverie, I decided to focus on the main objective. Let's get this party started.
Diego’s POVPuffing thick smokes in the air, I adjusted the phone to my ear. “I thought you wanted to come down to Italy?” I muttered into the receiver. Fernando sniffed like he was smoking too. “I just realized there isn’t much for me to do there. Send my regards to Nana. I already called her though, so whether you deliver my message or not, it wouldn’t matter.”“You are such a buffon. You always have to make smack remarks like the moron you are.”“Why do you sound so hurt? I didn’t even say much.” “Thank your stars you aren’t close by. I would have had your end hanging loosely down your neck. “Ohhh, that makes me so scared.” His words were heavy with sarcasm. “Anyway, tell me. Is there any juicy gist that I need to hear?” Furrowed my brows to stare at the phone screen before returning it to my ear. “Who do you think you are talking to? Your girlfriend?” “Judging by the many years that we have had to spent next to each other. Safe to say you are exactly that. And you have to adm
Kamara’s POVI swear by everything I believe in this lady just hit my belly with the excuse of getting a hug. You would think her life depended on the way she clung to Diego. The sight shouldn’t move me, but I can’t seem to help it. My brows furrowed in distaste. Who does she think she is?“I have missed you so much, Diego. Feels like forever since I last saw you.” She cooed, placing kisses on his face which left red lipstick stains on him. I scoffed, unable to hide my irritation. That must have snapped them out of their bubbles as Diego coughed awkwardly easing her off him. “Oh, hi.” She moved her fingers in place of a wave. Diego stood closer to me putting enough space between him and the lady. “Kamara, meet my cousin Ivana. Ivana met my girlfriend.”Ivana’s eyes practically peeled off my skin as she stared. Even though she tries to mask her true feelings, I can smell it. “Oh, the baby mama. Nana wouldn’t stop talking about her. Hi.” She muttered nonchalantly. I snorted. Baby ma
Kamara’s POV “Do you really want to go on this trip?” Chantelle asked, her eyes filled with worry. Folding a dress into the bag, I shrugged. “It’s not like I have much say in this. The child belongs to Diego and he wants to make sure nothing goes wrong in his absence. I have to tag along. Moreover, it’s almost the end.” “Is that so?”I raised my head, furrowing my brows. “What do you mean?” “What do you think I might mean?” Chantelle retorted, her eyes dancing in amusement. “Something tells me you are excited about this trip.” Rolling my eyes, I plopped into the bed, reaching for my phone. “Don’t be ridiculous. It is not what you are thinking at all.” “I know you better than anyone else, Kamara. You have that glow on your face. The one you usually have on when a man makes you feel good.” I bit down on my tongue as I contemplated whether to tell her how yesterday went or not. Despite the news about Nana’s sister. Diego and I ate a sumptuous dinner that had me wanting more. He is
Kamara’s POVWatching Diego move around the kitchen swiftly made my cheeks burn from excessive blushing. This day is undoubtedly the best I have had since I came into this house. It feels like a normal activity between us. Who would have thought he had this other side to him? We spent the whole day in each other’s arms like normal couples. My lips are softened from the constant kiss. It's as if Diego is taking up this opportunity for fear of being turned down tomorrow.Despite having my doubts, I can’t resist the softness piling up in my chest towards him. Discreetly, I would like this to continue. But then, I know better than anyone else what my reality is. This might seem nice, however, it isn’t durable.“How exactly did you get into cooking? Was it something you enjoyed or did you just not have any choice?” I had to start up a conversation to stop my thoughts from running wild.Diego cut through the veggies swiftly. “When my father was alive, cooking used to be our bonding time. Na
Diego’s POVKamara backed away from me like she had been scalded by hot water. “When did you get so close?” I chuckled, readjusting my sitting position as I felt a bit tipsy. Can’t tell if I'm drunk on her presence or the wine. Hearing her talk about something she loves made me jealous, I wish she would desire me as much as she desired her job. I don’t think I have ever met anyone as passionate as Kamara. It is evident that she cherishes her handwork beyond measure. Makes me yearn to be wanted by her. I couldn’t help myself and had to lean in to kiss her full lips that wouldn’t stop moving as she spoke. She fumed at me, her cheeks puffed in annoyance which only made her look super cute. “I was having a moment and you were trying to kiss me?” Remorse was far from what I was feeling. “It’s not my fault that you looked so good I wanted to take you right here and now.” Her arms went around her like that could save her from my claws if I decided to dig in. “Did you even hear anything I
Kamara’s POVI had to hold onto the edge of the island to hold back my laughter. He is cracking me the hell up. How he even got the prop he held is shocking. Diego had gone to bring a placard that read “only homemade meals.” “What is that for?” I questioned. With his signature smirk plastered to his face, he walked towards me. “I know you want to bake yourself and eat. But I have a plug that would get us meals that taste exquisite in no time.”“Okay, you still haven’t explained why you have the card.” Diego suddenly appeared shy. Like a high schooler about to ask his crush to be his prom date. “You see, the weather is warm and we have nice surroundings. I am thinking we could go for a picnic. Best believe it is an amazing spot that I bet you would love. Also, I don’t think you should be on your feet too long cooking in these conditions.” “And you think I would want a picnic?” I asked, staring at him in amusement. He shrugged, trying to play it off even though there was a slight b