Suspicions

FLASHBACK

Brett struggled with a recurring memory which he couldn't forget no matter how hard he tried. He saw a negative vision of that night at the club. There was the silhouette of a slender person who approached him, and they had a short laugh. He could hear her voice echoing in the abyss and her enthusiastic tone, but he couldn't remember who she was.

He remembered the sound of her moans, her sudden fright and his soft hands sliding down her bare skin. He remembered the coolness of the air conditioner and the intensity of their sex, but that was it! He couldn't remember any other thing; not her name or her face.

He wished he had known the young lady he deflowered. How old was she? Had she willingly given herself to him or did he force herself on her? He could remember her sobs and some words that mumbled from her lips. But he couldn't remember any of them.

He wished he could remember whom he cheated on his wife with.

***

Brett Hazard was confused about why Naya Aurora refused his handshake at first. He’d seen her as a grumpy lady and ignored her, moving on with his life and focusing on what mattered. He was in a very good mood at that moment and all he focused on was on getting his wife the happiness she wanted…a child. As soon as he was done with his call, he approached the table number the ordered and was shocked to see the same grumpy lady. He could tell by her shocked facial expression that she was surprised to see him too. She was probably not happy to see him, but life could be unfair sometimes. He wasn’t even sure why she hated him anyway. He has done nothing wrong to her…at least not one he remembered.

“I guess we will meet again,” he told her with a smile. She stopped eating her meal and offered him a pissed look.

“I see you’ve met our new surrogate,” Lovelyn said enthusiastically. “Brett, Naya and Naya, Brett,” she introduced anyway.

Brett raised his brows realizing she was his chosen surrogate and stretched his hands for a handshake the second time.

“Your pregnancy is surely getting in your head,” he didn’t take offense. “I am not pissed, I promise.”

She didn’t feel comfortable accepting the handshake, but she did anyway hoping for peace to reign. He ordered his own meal and they began to eat in silence.

“So,” he broke the silence. “What’s your condition?”

She didn’t understand what he meant.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“Doctor Doris told me that you might have a condition. What’s that?” He asked. “You can ask for anything you want.”

“My mother is sick,” she began. “She suffers from a stroke and requires some expensive therapy sessions to get back to normal. I was able to get some pills for her, but the doctor advised me to get her full medication. My aunt and I have tried the best we can. Your ultimate support will go a long way.”

Both Brett and Lovelyn nodded without any hesitation.

“Sure! No problem,” Lovelyn agreed. “I will personally see to your mother’s treatment and ensure she recovers.”

Naya felt grateful.

“Thank you,” she appreciated.

“Aside from that, Brett can also help you with your college. He will arrange a private tutor for you and ensure you are able to catch up with the skills you missed.”

Alright, Naya felt this was going too far.

“No! No! You do not have to do this much for me,” she rejected. “My mother’s health matters more to me. That is where my focus is on.”

“Forget it, Naya,” Lovelyn took her hands. “You are carrying our child. Give us the chance to pamper you. Ask us for whatever you want.”

Brett agreed with a nod.

“True!” He concurred. “And in return for these favors, we will let you stay in our house for the next 6 months until the birth of the child. When the child comes, you will nurse the child for the first two months before releasing her to us. We will handle the rest from there.”

Naya nodded. That shouldn't be a problem. That was what she wanted after all.

"So!" Lovelyn clapped her hands in excitement. "How about moving in with us on Monday?"

Naya almost swallowed her broth in the wrong hole.

"Isn't that too early?" She asked. "I need to tell my mum that I am leaving. My aunt has to be aware of this too. I cannot just leave my house...."

"Do this for me, please. My in-laws will kick me," Lovelyn explained. "My mother-in-law is coming next week and she has high expectations. If she doesn't see you in our home, I am so screwed. You will need to move in for us...please!"

Naya had no other choice but to agree. Wasn't it uncomfortable enough that the husband had a muscular body and blonde hair like the guy she had sex with? The eye lashes too…then it occurred to her.

Hold on! That's why she felt irritated by his sight. He was a shocking resemblance to the man she laid next to that night. The hot blonde guy with long eyelashes! There was no way the guy was him, right?! She couldn't be pregnant with his child, right? Or was she just overthinking things as always? Naya drank her soup slowly. She needed to find a way to get to the bottom of this somehow. She had to know who this guy was and find out if the child was his or not?

Her mind went back to the night it all began.

She had attended a club alone with an attempt to enjoy her time. Perhaps the club was a good way to start.

"Can I ask a question?" Naya asked.

"Sure," Lovelyn didn't mind.

"Does your husband attend clubs?"

At the hearing of the question, Brett almost choked on his drink. He coughed so hard that he had to drink some water. Lovelyn gazed at them suspiciously as she caressed his back, trying to soothe him. He furiously turned to Naya.

Who the hell was this lady?!