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
Kamara’s POV“What are you cooking?” Diego whispered behind me causing me to jump in shock. Elbowing his belly, I glared at him. “You startled me. Why are you sneaking up on being me?” He put a hand on his belly, wincing. “I just wanted to know what you were doing. How are you so strong?” “I am pregnant,not an invalid,” I replied attempting to move away from him, but he turned me around to face him with my belly bump poking him. “What are you doing?” I asked when he caged me with both hands. My back is resting against the island edge. He didn’t respond, instead bent his head to nibble at my nape. My toes curled feeling his breath on me. In no time, he cupped my face with his palm, locking his lips with mine. I moaned into his mouth. The kiss was soft and needy. His tongue begged for access and as much as I wanted to fight him off. I gave in because it felt nice. Clinging onto his shirt with both hands like I fear he would disappear, I tilted my head to the side, deepening the kis