It's Not Your Baby!

Camila's pov

That was the best day of my life, the doctor's appointment. I was pregnant, my whole life was about to change for the better. I didn't fight with anyone, in fact, I bought myself a new skull candy and I cleaned all the Ickiness of the famous club away.

Occasionally I would puke and my skin got a little pale as the days went by but I was happy irrespective. And no one knew but I think June was starting to have suspicions. I kept my distance from the ugly witches but it baffled me that I didn't know my soon-to-be husband's name yet.

How shameless of me.

When it was my break, I skipped to the counter, the receptionist knew me well and he had a soft spot for me.

"You look so happy today, did someone give you a tip?" He smiled as he played with the thing I wanted the most.

The register.

"Kevin, I can see that I won't be here anymore. But I'm going to miss you." I pouted and he looked up at me, his green eyes held mischief and he wanted to know what I was up to. I faked a sad expression too.

"Are you traveling?" He smiled a little as I had gotten his attention.

"No." I pouted again.

"So where are you going?" He took my fingers and intertwined them in his, "did you find a new job?" Concern laced his tone. I heaved a heavy sigh afterwards.

"Yes, I did." Kevin was a big brother to me, "but I promise I'll always visit you, we can still hang out."

"Is the pay better Camila? I know it's been rough for you but you can't afford to go from frying pan to fire." He was always advising me and my frozen heart was getting a bit of warmth, "What's the job?"

"A billionaire." I giggled hysterically and he forced a smile.

"I'm serious Camila."

"I'm serious too Kevin, I'm going to be a billionaire, just you watch me." I snapped my fingers, I was carrying a baby, "but I need your help!" I gave my cutest expression and he knew I was going to get him into trouble.

"No Cam, I'm not doing it. The last time you did this, I almost died." He wasn't lying.

"But it was fun." I tried to make the situation not look so bad and he shot me a death glare. My puppy eyes got cuter and after a few seconds, he growled in defeat.

"What do you want me to do?" He opened the register to check something.

"I need someone's information." My expression turned serious in an instant and he knew I wasn't joking.

"That's against the company's policy, I'll be sued for it." He didn't break a sweat, "what do you need it for?"

"I need to track someone, it's important." My tone was soft and it was getting harder to resist.

"You're going to be the end of me. What does he look like? Is he a regular?" He was flipping the pages for me, that's why I loved him so much.

"He comes here four times a week, Amber is always hitching to him, he's her regular," I explained.

"I know who you're talking about, blue eyes, cold demeanour, he's a big person, what do you need him for?" He searched for the name and got it, "Konrad Russell. I'll text you his details, act normal. Are you booking for anyone else?" He wrote some things down and changed the topic, that was the signal.

"No that's all, thanks Kevin, I'll tell my friend she has a spot. Make sure to confirm the transfer before letting her in." And I danced my way out of the hallway.

Konrad Russell, I still remembered when he looked at me like he could devour me in that instant. I felt heat wash up on me and I squeezed my legs together.

"Camila Russell, wife of billionaire Konrad Russell." I gave myself the title before giggling like a high school teenager who just got her crush to like her. I was excited. And I had a lot of people to pay back.

I put back my headphones and went to work, Kevin sent me the details. Full name, phone number and even address, I got to the Internet fast and Konrad was worth over a billion. I was tripping myself.

I rubbed my tummy absentmindedly, he was the key to my freedom. 

It was the final hours of work and I was mopping the floors till I heard the sound of liquid splattering on tiles. Someone was pouring their drink on a place I had just cleaned and when I looked up, my eye literally twitched.

"Oops. You missed a spot." Amber went ahead and dropped the cup, the glass splattering the instant it kissed the floor, "guess you have to clean up again, so sad you can't even do your job properly."

"Was it not enough you broke your ankle the last time we encountered or do you want me to break your face?"

"Ohh I'm so scared." She mocked me, "Make one wrong move and you'll lose your pitiful job." It turned into a sneer and I went back to cleaning, "Yeah that's it, do your job." She laughed at me before limping away. I wanted to tear that bitch into two but I knew I would get the opportunity later.

Work had finally closed and I had washed myself properly, now it was time to run to my tiny apartment. I was the last one to leave since I had to make sure my part was clean. Well apart from the security personnel.

I waved to them goodnight and they waved back and just as I was about to cross the road, I noticed a car honking at me. I was confused and it didn't help when the idiot of a driver turned on his headlights, blinding me in the process.

When the lights died down and he exited his car, I let out a long hiss.

"Camila we need to talk." Matt was standing in front of me, my arms folded, to resist the urge to slug him across the face, "it was a mistake I swear!"

"I don't care! Just leave me alone!" I pushed him aside before he yanked me by my arm.

"The fuck is your problem! I came here to beg you and you're treating me like an old rag!" He yelled back and it took me by surprise, "When was the last time you let me touch you? When Camila? And now you're upset I went elsewhere to get my needs? You're selfish!"

He had shown his true colours, and I was no longer blind. Sometimes I wondered how I put up with a man like Matt, he was a cheap man thinking he was better than everyone else. Disgusting.

"Matt, just leave me alone." I said calmly, I got into juvie once because of someone like him, I ain't going to jail for murder.

"And why Camila?! Why do you want me out of your life?!" His tempo got higher and I raised mine to match.