Kamara’s POV Diego's lips crashed against mine. The kiss was soft and gentle, for a moment, I melted into it. The kiss felt so different and foreign and I found myself savoring the feeling. But as soon as it hit me that I was kissing him, I jerked back, breaking the contact. My mind was fuzzy as my hand came to touch my lips and I could still feel his on mine. And the soft scent of cigarette and menthol. “What do you think you're doing?” I asked, trying to get mad but I just couldn't bring out the expression I wanted to. Diego looked down at me and when I met his gaze, something in them made me shiver. I felt as if I was standing before a beast who was ready to devour me any second now. I was about to say another word when he pulled me closer by my waist. My eyes widened as his lips crashed against mine again. This time, there was nothing gentle about it. It was raw and demanding. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, trying to gain access to my mouth. I gasped, and his tongue sl
Diego's POVA soft chuckle escaped my lips as looked down at her passed out. I glanced down at my cock still buried in her. “I wasn't even finished.” I chuckled, pulling out of her with a slight groan. I wiped her clean, placing her back comfortably on the bed. Fuck, I couldn't believe I really just had sex with her. I didn't know where my self-control went after that kiss. It flew out the window in an instant. I'm definitely sure if she hadn't passed out, I wouldn't have been able to hold myself back. The sight of her pink pussy, her round and firm breasts. “Oh fuck.” I groaned, feeling my dick getting harder. She was just so fucking hot. It made me wonder how hot her heavily pregnant body would be. I couldn't take it anymore. I dashed towards the bathroom, turning in the shower as if it would relieve me but it wouldn't didn't. “Damn it.” I groaned, giving myself a hand as the sight of her beautiful face, flushed and filled with pleasure played in my head. I could never get tired
Kamara's POV I hadn't seen Diego since I woke up and the entire mansion was empty. Not that I mind. He didn't even leave a note or anything. After thinking about last night, I might actually be crazy for letting him do that. And he also cleaned me up after I passed out on him. Was it really that good? I shouldn't have allowed him.But who wouldn't? He looked so hot and tempting those eyes threatening to devour me. “Alright, enough, Kamara.” I hummed as I got ready to head to the hospital. As I got downstairs, I paused to see the dining table set. I walked over to see a small note. “I left home early due to some business. How do you feel? The maids and guards will arrive by 9 one of them will take you out.” I looked up at the time and I still had 15 minutes left. A small smile appeared on my face as I settled down, opening the dishes, and goodness, they looked so heavenly. I could get used to him cooking for me every day. I pushed the hospital door open, stepping into the familiar
Kamara's POV I hadn't seen Diego since I woke up and the entire mansion was empty. Not that I mind. He didn't even leave a note or anything. After thinking about last night, I might actually be crazy for letting him do that. And he also cleaned me up after I passed out on him. Was it really that good? I shouldn't have allowed him.But who wouldn't? He looked so hot and tempting those eyes threatening to devour me. “Alright, enough, Kamara.” I hummed as I got ready to head to the hospital. As I got downstairs, I paused to see the dining table set. I walked over to see a small note. “I left home early due to some business. How do you feel? The maids and guards will arrive by 9 one of them will take you out.” I looked up at the time and I still had 15 minutes left. A small smile appeared on my face as I settled down, opening the dishes, and goodness, they looked so heavenly. I could get used to him cooking for me every day. I pushed the hospital door open, stepping into the familiar
Kamara's POVI stared at the mannequin, dazzled by my piece of art. I can feel it in my heart that I would go far and become a brand name soon. Hyping my works doesn't come in the form of gloating. It's a mere fact without any opposition.“Damn!” My friend Chantelle exclaimed from behind. “you my friend are a genius. How do you do this?” “I don't know, Chan. I just love every bit of creating. Do you think this would fit into the designs I intend to submit for the fashion school?” “All of your designs are remarkable, girl. Whichever one you chose to submit would get you in.” Exhaling loudly, I slumped into the couch next to me. “I don't know if this would work out. I feel so anxious. Now that the day is coming closer, I have practically lost sleep.” My head ached at the mere thought of my hopes shattering. For some unknown reason, I keep getting a bad feeling that something might happen and end my career. All my life, I have dreamt of becoming a household name in the fashion world.
Kamara's POV“One hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” I repeatedMy heart jumped down to the pit of my stomach as I stiffened. Mum's words rang in my ears like the cathedral bell. I don't think I would ever be able to make that in a year. Not when I am just a newbie in the fashion industry. “Say something, Kamara.” Mum whispered, she was crying now. I felt my breath hitch as I gasped for air. I think I was having a panic attack, sweat beads formed on my forehead and my palm shook hard. My legs wobbled and it seemed weightless. I sat my butt down before it gives way to the ground. “Stay calm, baby. Please.” She kept repeating. Burning tears rolled down my face. “This can't be happening, mum. Where are we supposed to go? What's going to happen to me and my siblings? Why do they want to take away our home?” Mum sat next to me, sobbing. “It's the only thing that can stand in as payment. In a week time, we would be homeless.” I shook my head hard, “that can't be. It's so wrong and u
Diego's POVI wanted to burst into a fit of laughter at the information brought to me. Whoever the person is, she does have a lot of guts to require my presence. Curiosity gnawed at me as I wanted to meet with this peculiar person and hear what she had to say. Andrew Hermes has cost me a lot of money. One thing everyone knows is not to play around with my money. I would use whatever means I can muster to get it back. “You don't have to meet with her, boss. We can handle it.” My right-hand man, Aiden said.I shrugged, inhaling deeply from my vape pen and puffing smoke into the air, “no, it's been a while I got to be amused. All you guys do is bring me headaches. I want something refreshing. I hope you remembered to tell her it's by ten?” “Yes, boss. It's past nine now, I am sure she would be here soon, she sounded desperate to get your attention.” A mischievous grin plastered my face. “and I will give it all to her.” “Alright, boss. Please excuse me.” He said leaving. Just when I
Kamara's POV“He is just as the rumors had said. Heartless and inconsiderate. I wish I had a knife. I would have pierced that cold heart of his to shreds.” I whined, pacing the room back and forth. Chantelle sighed tiredly, “you should take a seat at least. Since you returned, you haven't settled. Sit down and let's discuss this. I don't even know who it is you are angry at.” Listening to her advice, I slumped into the couch, feeling the tears swell up in my eyes again. I didn't know things would go this way. I have never felt so humiliated in my life before. It took me a moment for the dire situation we are in to dawn on me. If this cruel man keeps to his word, my entire family would be on the street in the next five days. “What is going on exactly, Kamara? Please talk to me?” I sniffed wiping off the tears, “apparently my father got himself into a gambling mess and ended up owing Diego Sanchez.” She gasped in shock, “please don't tell me it's the same, Diego. The unforgiving ma
Kamara's POV I hadn't seen Diego since I woke up and the entire mansion was empty. Not that I mind. He didn't even leave a note or anything. After thinking about last night, I might actually be crazy for letting him do that. And he also cleaned me up after I passed out on him. Was it really that good? I shouldn't have allowed him.But who wouldn't? He looked so hot and tempting those eyes threatening to devour me. “Alright, enough, Kamara.” I hummed as I got ready to head to the hospital. As I got downstairs, I paused to see the dining table set. I walked over to see a small note. “I left home early due to some business. How do you feel? The maids and guards will arrive by 9 one of them will take you out.” I looked up at the time and I still had 15 minutes left. A small smile appeared on my face as I settled down, opening the dishes, and goodness, they looked so heavenly. I could get used to him cooking for me every day. I pushed the hospital door open, stepping into the familiar
Kamara's POV I hadn't seen Diego since I woke up and the entire mansion was empty. Not that I mind. He didn't even leave a note or anything. After thinking about last night, I might actually be crazy for letting him do that. And he also cleaned me up after I passed out on him. Was it really that good? I shouldn't have allowed him.But who wouldn't? He looked so hot and tempting those eyes threatening to devour me. “Alright, enough, Kamara.” I hummed as I got ready to head to the hospital. As I got downstairs, I paused to see the dining table set. I walked over to see a small note. “I left home early due to some business. How do you feel? The maids and guards will arrive by 9 one of them will take you out.” I looked up at the time and I still had 15 minutes left. A small smile appeared on my face as I settled down, opening the dishes, and goodness, they looked so heavenly. I could get used to him cooking for me every day. I pushed the hospital door open, stepping into the familiar
Diego's POVA soft chuckle escaped my lips as looked down at her passed out. I glanced down at my cock still buried in her. “I wasn't even finished.” I chuckled, pulling out of her with a slight groan. I wiped her clean, placing her back comfortably on the bed. Fuck, I couldn't believe I really just had sex with her. I didn't know where my self-control went after that kiss. It flew out the window in an instant. I'm definitely sure if she hadn't passed out, I wouldn't have been able to hold myself back. The sight of her pink pussy, her round and firm breasts. “Oh fuck.” I groaned, feeling my dick getting harder. She was just so fucking hot. It made me wonder how hot her heavily pregnant body would be. I couldn't take it anymore. I dashed towards the bathroom, turning in the shower as if it would relieve me but it wouldn't didn't. “Damn it.” I groaned, giving myself a hand as the sight of her beautiful face, flushed and filled with pleasure played in my head. I could never get tired
Kamara’s POV Diego's lips crashed against mine. The kiss was soft and gentle, for a moment, I melted into it. The kiss felt so different and foreign and I found myself savoring the feeling. But as soon as it hit me that I was kissing him, I jerked back, breaking the contact. My mind was fuzzy as my hand came to touch my lips and I could still feel his on mine. And the soft scent of cigarette and menthol. “What do you think you're doing?” I asked, trying to get mad but I just couldn't bring out the expression I wanted to. Diego looked down at me and when I met his gaze, something in them made me shiver. I felt as if I was standing before a beast who was ready to devour me any second now. I was about to say another word when he pulled me closer by my waist. My eyes widened as his lips crashed against mine again. This time, there was nothing gentle about it. It was raw and demanding. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, trying to gain access to my mouth. I gasped, and his tongue sl
Diego's POV Her grip on the spoon tightened. She swallowed, setting her spoon down with deliberate slowness. “That won't be necessary,” she said, voice even and calm, though I didn't miss the slight hitch in her breath. I chuckled, but I didn't push. She ate and I cleaned up after her. I watched as she left the kitchen, heading up towards the room and I just remained in the living room, going through a couple of things Fernando had sent to me. As I was lost in work, my thoughts wandered back to what Dave said. Sex. We never agreed on sex but we did agree on whatever to make the baby grow healthy and now sex was included in it. We'd have to erase the no sex rule but do I really want that? I've never for once paid attention to her sexually or even slept in the same room as her even though she stayed in what was meant to be our room ever since those two nights we had spent together to get her pregnant again. It had taken me weeks to get the scene out of my head. Keeping my distance
Diego's POV I stood back in the living room as the doctor examined Kamara. When I saw her back at the restaurant, I knew something was wrong but I didn't bother pushing forward into it. If she wanted to fake something then she should fake it.But after I saw her crying in the bathroom, it was more obvious that something was wrong with her, and now pregnancy stress. She was only about nine weeks gone. I have been keeping count. “You've been too strict with her diet. I'm sure you barely let her have whatever she's craving.” Dave, my personal doctor said, turning to look at me after he examined her. “What do you mean by that? She and the baby need to be healthy–”“But she also needs to satisfy her cravings to make her a tad bit happier. Are you ready to hear my prescription or not?” He asked, taking a seat while glancing back at Kamara who just sat there, leaning back into the sofa. “Let's hear it.” “From all I've gotten from her, she has been stressed, has constant headaches, and h
Kamara's POV “You do not have the right to speak to me that way,” I yelled at her angrily, swallowing my pain. “And neither do you, sister. You're throwing yourself on a man who would never care about you and let me guess, spreading your legs for him just for connections? I expected better from you, Kamara–” A slap landed across her face, my hands trembling as I glared at her. “Don't you dare speak to me that way? You do not know what I am going through and at least I am not with some man old enough to have you as his child.” “At least I am in love with him. I love Gideon and he has been there for me when everyone in the family has been flocking around you, the child who made everyone proud by getting a scholarship and is now in New York, helping pay father's debts. But you are just with a man, getting money from him.” “Oh, would you shut up Ciara? Love this love that, you are just ruining yourself. Look at him. Look at the man you are his wife. Did Mum agree to this? No. Did dad
Kamara's POV “Kamara?!” Ciara, my younger sister called in shock, taking a step back from the man she was with. “What are you doing here, Ciara?” I asked, my voice as hard as steel and I could see the worried look on her face when she saw me. What on earth was she doing here? “Do you know her sweetheart?” The middle-aged man asked Ciara who looked nervous before shaking her head. “She's just an acquaintance.” She laughed nervously, ignoring me like I wasn't there. I was about to take a step towards her to give her a good beating when Diego took my hand, keeping me in place. “It's great to meet you again, Don Diego. I would have never thought you would come today.” “It's a pleasure seeing you too, Melinda,” Diego replied coldly before looking down at the Middle-aged man. “And I see you are still flocking over her, Gideon.”“What can I say? She's my precious bride.” The old man chuckled before walking past us with Ciara in her hand. Melinda? When the fuck did Ciara turn to Melinda.
Kamara's POV. “Oh, my goodness. You look stunning in that dress. It's like Diego knows you more than anyone.” Nana complimented me as I checked myself in the mirror. The red dress really did look pretty on me. The red was a deep red fitted long gown adorned with thousands of rhinestones. It looked so fancy and it made me wonder if we really were going for something more than a dinner. Despite its look, I wish I had made my own dress. I can’t exactly fit in my own clothes anymore with the growing bump. “Are we going to an event?” I asked Fernando who was seated on one of the sofas in the lounge. “The dress is too fancy and probably expensive also.”“It was handmade for you requested by Don Diego. And no, it's just for dinner. You might come across those he works with so the looks also count.” Fernando replied calmly and I got why. It's probably because we might come across someone he knows and wants me presentable. Of course, it was nothing more. “I'll be back soon, Nana,” I said,