Kamara's POV I practically cussed out all through my journey back home. This entire day is no doubt doomed, and the only comforting thing out of it is the number of days my family and I have left to sleep under a roof. That man called Diego has lost his bloody mind if he thinks I would throw myself at his feet like that. My head aches from thinking all about these problems in front of me. At least I didn't get raped by that bastard Rodriguez. Tears laced my eyes as I unlocked the door. Chantelle was seated on the couch with her legs crossed and an odd look on her face. Almost like she had predicted what would be the outcome of my journey. “How did it go?” She asked. I thought when I arrived back here, I would be extremely frantic about the mad offer I got from the mafia. But I am quite calm, maybe because I know I am not going to do it. I have about ten more days to find a solution. That sound be good enough. “Kamara!” Chantelle bellowed, jolting me out of my long thought. Rub
Kamara's POV I hate to admit it, but Chantelle was right after all. It's exactly ten days today out of the fourteen days I was given as an ultimatum, and nothing appears to be forthcoming. None of the banks I went to were willing to take the risk. We are really in for it. It's more scary, seeing how everything is happening all at once. I wish I can put a pause to the world for a brief moment, just for me to catch my breath. But, of course, life will go on whether you have a shitty life or not. It's heartbreaking just thinking about it. For some time, I always blamed suicide victims for not holding on a bit longer. Now I know they were right, it is suffocating. That evil man will never win, I won't give in to such a devious scheme. Yanking off the duvet, I stood up to get ready. I will have to try something else. Dr. Scott might be able to help me one way or the other. She said I could come to her office this morning. I just have to do something. “Andrew! Call 911!” I heard mum sc
Diego’s POVPutting my hands in my pocket, I grinned in amusement. This young lady will never cease to amuse me. I knew something funny would happen today, from the moment I woke up. I knew she would return. People like Kamara and her family are left with limited choices when it comes to their survival in life, they have to succumb to the pressure from powerful people like myself. It’s how the world works. There is no possible way she was going to get the money in two weeks, unless of course, crazy Rodriguez decides to be of help. Which is in every way never happening. I was only being generous, letting her brood on her choices for two weeks. I sniffed and held a straight face. “Are you sure you are ready?”She glared at me coldly. “It is none of your business if I am ready or not. What matters is that you keep your end of the bargain and leave my family alone.” Her fierce side keeps me very much entertained. It’s obvious she can’t help being sassy. I guess it’s why I believe sh
Kamara’s POVI was barely listening to anything the doctor was saying. My life seemed to be floating in a storm right in front of me and all I could do was sit and watch it consume me. I was affirmed fit for the procedure and have been scheduled to return to the hospital when next I am ovulating. For a moment I wished the tests would come out negative. However, it appears the universe has it in for me. I practically ran out of the hospital as soon as the doctor gave the order. Standing rigidly next to the car, I held onto my bag tightly as Diego walked towards me with an unreadable expression on his face and a brown envelope in his hand. Next to him was the guy from the club. They seem close. “Here,” Diego mumbled handing me the envelope. “What is this?” I asked with a frown. He looked bored. “I worry that your slow ability to catch up on things will affect my child. That right there is the contract you are to sign. Read it and sign. I don't have much time to waste.” “If I sign t
Kamara’s POV “Have you thought of what you would tell your family when the pregnancy test turns out positive?” Chantelle asked me. I clasped my hands bending my head while I thought of the best way to respond. No one told me getting an IVF is tasking. I thought the first tests were all that was required, I had an embryo transfer two weeks ago.Now I am back here to affirm whether I am pregnant or not. The past fourteen days have been the most anxious state I have been in. When Diego asked when I was due to visit the hospital again, I had lied that it would be tomorrow. I don’t want his presence adding to my misery, most importantly I don’t want to see his face. Inhaling deeply I raised my head. “Well, I haven’t thought about it yet. Not until the result is out.” I replied. Chantelle wrapped a comforting arm around me. “How are you feeling?” I held her gaze. “You want the truth?”“Hmmm.” “I am scared. I am so uncertain of what the future holds for me and if I will ever be able to
Diego’s POVFernando chuckled loudly as he poured me a glass of whiskey. “Damn, man! I have never met anyone who made you so speechless. She is fire.” I kissed my teeth while taking a sip of the drink. “And I will gladly quench her. Why the hell would you give her a response like that?” “I am a lawyer, I do not lie.”“Well according to history you lots are the best liars to exist.”“Fuck you!” He cursed, dumping himself on the couch. “She really is pregnant, then? You are lucky she chooses not to live with you. I hear women get really edgy when pregnant and with this one you are dealing with. You will have a lot of hard time. Nana will be so glad to hear the news.” I grinned at his last sentence. “At least now she would know that I am not impotent.” “Right on point.” “Wait a minute. I don’t know where she stays.” “What do you mean?” “I mean I have no idea where Kamara stays,” I said. “What do you need that for?” Fernando had a confused look on his face. “I need to know if she
Kamara’s POV As I stared up at the house it looked ridiculously giant like it would swallow me. My parent's house has always been the space I come to for solace. But these past few days I won't deny that I have been running from it. It's almost like the sight of it reminds me of the puddle I am in. All I want is for everything to be over. Giving my belly one last look, I climbed onto the porch. Since I might start showing, I have come to inform my family that I will be away for some time. My siblings are away at school and it is just my parents. That feels easy. There won’t be any sort of emotions hanging around. I peeked into my handbag to see if the fake admission letter Chantelle helped me prepare was in place. I opened the door to hear my dad laughing heartily at something Mum said. A tight smile pulled up on my lips. At least I know they are genuinely happy. I just have to get whatever this is over in less than a year. “Mum? Dad?” I called out dropping my bag in the living r
Kamara’s POVI scoffed in distaste at the box of clothes and shoes Diego sent for me to wear to dinner. It isn’t so bad, but I would hate to give him the satisfaction of wearing it. He seems to like being in control and I detest being controlled. It drives me nuts. Chantelle chortled behind me. “It is such a pity that he spent so much to get you this attire. If only he knows you won’t wear them.” “He has lost his mind. You need to have seen how he spoke to me that day. I just wish there was another way out of this. Men like him shouldn’t be seen parading the streets freely.” “You can’t talk vile about someone who saved your family. Don’t forget it's more of a transaction here. You just have to put up with it until you put it to bed.” I kissed my teeth at how lightly she said it. “It is so frustrating when you act logically as regards this situation. As my friend I expect you to get mad when I do and curse out anyone I complain about.” She got up and massaged my shoulder. “You are
Kamara's POV “Would you please get me a cup of tea sweetheart? I don't know why Diego had to send the maids out at this hour.” I heard Nana call out to me from her room and I couldn't help but chuckle as I hummed. I was in the kitchen making tea for Nana when my phone rang. I wanted to ignore it but it rang again. I let out a sigh, dropping the jar of tea to pick up my phone. But when I saw my mum's name on the ID, I hesitated for a few seconds before accepting the call. “Hello?” “Kamara!” My mother's panicked voice sent chills down my spine. Although it was a panicked voice, I could still hear the hint of anger in her tone. “It's your brother– Jason– he was attacked.” My grip on the phone tightened as I felt my body started trembling slightly. “What? What do you mean by attack? Is he okay?” “He's in the hospital. A group of men jumped him when he left our lodge. They said they were Diego's men. Goodness, what did you get us into Kamara? Why can't you just be without trouble for
Kamara's POV I opened my eyes to the stream of sunlight coming directly into the room. It took me a while before my gaze finally adjusted. I roughed my hair up drowsily as I looked around me. I was dressed in my nightwear and in the room. I was confused for a split second before everything that happened last night came flooding my head. My face flushed as I covered my face with my palm. I couldn't believe I had consented to actually having sex in the car. That's any woman's fantasy. A small giggle escaped my lips as I swung my feet down from the bed, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Diego had cleaned me up against last night and washed me up and one thing I had to admit this new prescription made me see much more gentle sides of him. Even if it was just because of the baby, in order to reduce my stress level, it wasn't bad to have him care for me once in a while like he did both times we've had sex now. I walked down towards the kitchen and I could hear the clinking of gla
Diego's POV I could feel Kamara's breath ghosting over my neck, her chest growing with each intake of air.I was far from done but I had to be considerate of her, thinking she must be tired from the season. I was having a hard time holding back but I didn't want to move her either. "I need more, Diego. I want more." She whispered through her ragged breath. I smiled after hearing her words, seeing the eagerness in her eyes as well spurred me on but I didn't want to do it here, not in the cramped space of my car. It wasn't how Kamara would act but who cares. She needed to take her mind off what just happened and I'll gladly do that for her. "Let's go back to the mansion and continue. I promise to make it worth your time." I breathed out, helping her to the passenger's seat as I handed her my jacket to wear over her dress. It would probably be a mess now. "Alright."Getting her to agree with me was all I needed. I hurriedly turned on the engine and drove out of the parking lot.Withi
Diego's POV I didn't care what kind of reaction I would get, I just took Kamara and pulled her out of the restaurant casually. After walking out of the restaurant with Kamara trailing behind me, I headed straight into the parking lot with my car in sight. I didn't know why I just followed her after she requested I shouldn't but I'm having this sense of satisfaction that I did. "What the fuck, Diego?" Kamara barked as she yanked her hand off mine, causing me to stop and turn to her with a puzzled expression. "How could you?""How could I what?" I asked, withdrawing my hand as I stared back at her. "How could you fucking show up in my family meeting like that?" She pushed against my chest, clearly angry at me. I looked at her for a moment, still trying to understand her reaction. Is this how all women act after you help them? Because I do not understand. "I don't understand… I can't show up when you clearly looked uncomfortable in there?” "Why will you?" She scoffed, looking arou
Kamara's POV I slid into the chair across from her, my fingers lacing together on my lap. “Explain. Tell us what the hell you have done.” She said, cutting straight to the chase. No warmth, no room for greetings or jokes. They wouldn't even listen to it if it was offered. My throat felt dry. “I don't know what Ciara told you, but–” “She told us enough,” my mother cut in sharply. “She said you're not in New York, well this proves it. That you've been lying to us. That you're pregnant. That you're living with some mafia boss. Is that true?” I swallowed. “Yes.” My mother flinched like I had slapped her. “And you weren't going to tell us?” My father asked, his tone low and furious. “It's not what you think,” I said, choosing my words carefully. My mother scoffed. “Then tell me what it is Kamara? Because from where I'm sitting I don't understand anything. How could you be so reckless, Kamara? How could you throw your life away like this? Do you know how difficult it is to carry a
Kamara's POV “Get out!” His voice resounded in the entire hallway. I felt the hair on my skin rise. Of course, he wouldn't listen to anything I had to say to him. Why did I even come to meet him in the first place? I was about to turn when he grabbed my hand as if reading my thoughts. That was when I noticed everyone standing behind him was leaving already. “Not you silly.” He replied, gesturing towards the door not far from where we stood. I walked into the room with him and it was a suite. It wasn't a surprise since this was a hotel, but Fernando said this was Diego's floor. Only those who wanted to have private meetings with him would have access up here and also his office was here. So that meant this hotel suite was his also. I wonder how many women he had brought in here. The instant the thought came into my head, I shook it off, going after him as he headed towards the balcony. “Did you come all the way because you're mad I wasn't in bed this morning when you woke up?” He
Kamara's POV “Kamara Hermes!” I flinched over the sheer anger in my mother's voice. It wasn't the kind of anger I usually felt from her when she was ready to scold the shit out of me, I could tell it was much worse than I could comprehend. “Mum–”“Do you not Mum me!” She snapped. Her irritation is obvious even from over the phone. “Do you have any idea what we've just heard? Don't even try to explain yourself. You lied to us, saying you were in New York chasing a dream we fully supported, just to find out you're in Atlanta, pregnant– pregnant for Don Diego, Kamara. That dangerous man. What the hell is wrong with you?”My chest tightened, my hands trembling as I made my way out of the room hurriedly, heading down the hallway to find somewhere private and quiet. I could hear my father's voice in the background, muttering something in disappointment. “How could you do this, Kamara?” My father demanded. “If any of the family or the family friends were to hear about this, it would brin
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