Semua Bab Mafia Diego's Surrogate : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Kamara’s POVStaring at my image in the mirror, I didn't seem familiar. Not because the face has changed much. Aside from the eye bags and puffed cheeks, I look okay. But my growing bump makes me feel like an entirely different person. From my hormones to my food cravings and sleeping patterns. I get tired most days and the times that I have a lot of energy, I find it unbelievable. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. Maybe it would have been nice if I were doing this with someone that I could be with. Probably I would give myself the chance to get used to this. When it seemed like I was turning ugly in the mirror, I went to sit on the bed. I do not feel like working today. There was no motivation within me. I am finding it really hard to get my thoughts together today. I want to go on a walk or go for a drive. Away from this place. And if I can, away from the pregnancy. Most importantly away from Diego. I do not like how I have been feeling lately, he is making me harbo

Kamara’s POVDiego was gone by the time I woke up. Despite his absence, his warmth and scent clung to me. Last night, I felt at ease in his arms. We ate together and just stayed still, not saying anything. I never knew silence could be so comforting. Sitting up with my hand on my belly, I looked around the room cluelessly. My emotions seemed to have dissolved overnight. Nothing is coming to mind at the moment. Taking a deep breath, I reached for my phone. A small smile played on my lips at the messages on it. One was from Nana. She sent a good morning text accompanied by a sunrise image. How she gets to do things like a young person would forever amuse me. The other one was Diego telling me to rest and not think about anything, assuring me he would be back as early as possible. My toes curled in excitement. Diego is doing a good job of making me quite comfortable around him. Had to shake the thoughts creeping into my mind. I can’t get carried away. Yesterday was a vulnerable moment

Diego’s POV“How is he doing?” I hear Fernando ask someone. Even though it sounds distant, I can tell there was worry in his tone. “He would be fine.” The person replied. My lashes fluttered slowly, lights hitting my eyes harshly. I winced and that got their attention. “Diego? Are you awake?” Fernando had his face close to mine bombarding my space. I grumbled, managing to ease myself up. A slight headache was brewing in my head. Squinting my eyes, I tried to figure out where I was and what had happened. We were still in the casino office. “What happened?” I asked in a coarse tone prompting Fernando to hand me a glass of water. “You passed out.” He replied. “What?” “Yes, Mr Sanchez. You really need to get help.” The other person spoke, reminding me of his presence. I turned towards him and he happened to be my doctor. “What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling off the cover that had been placed over me. My body ached like I had been carrying tons of bricks. “Is that even sup

Kamara’s POVChantelle's eyes judged me like I had grown two heads. She couldn’t even pretend not to be affected by my request. I adjusted myself a couple of times on the couch as I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. It seems the closer I get to my due date, the more weight my lower body carries. It is quite hard to process. Asking her to help reach out to Fernando and ask where he is at the moment just so Diego can resolve his differences with him appears to be a hard task for my precious friend. Not like I expected a smooth sail in the first place.“Can you say something already?” I muttered with a snort. She snorted. “What do you want me to say? You already know why I am short of words. Since when do you care about whatever it is that dickhead is going through? Maybe it is probably for the best. If they aren’t friends anymore, I might be able to consider a future between us.”I raised a brow in amusement. “So you are admitting to the fact that you and Fernando Hernandez have a thin

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