All Chapters of LOVE BY CONTRACT : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KAMARIA POV Damn bloody Damien, ambushing me like that, I cursed furiously in my mind as we drove home. I should have expected such a sneaky thing from him. "Mum, who is he?"I took a deep breath to calm myself, no need letting my daughter know how rattled I am by Damien's visit. I turned to look at her and once again hit by her remarkable resemblance to her father. If it wasn't so, I wished painfully in my heart as I held her eyes. Time was running out for me to come clean, I know that, but I just can't bring myself to tell her the truth. I know I am a coward, but I am just scared. Scared of loosing her. How will she react if she finds out that I lied to her. "No one," I whispered and turned to concentrate on my driving. We drove the rest of the way in silence with Davina not asking any more about Damien, thank God. "Do you have any homework?" I asked when we walked through the door.

KAMARIA POV Today has been so busy that I barely had any break to take lunch. Bagging the PK motors contract opened our doors to an influx of contracts. Most of the companies walking through our doors is because they were impressed with what we did for PK motors and wanted the same quality of work, and having so many of them at once has me so occupied that I almost forgot what is looming over my head. I was meant to visit a law firm that my old boss recommended for me today but there was hardly any time. I need to take care of that because our hearing has been scheduled to start next week. The telephone on my desk rang pulling my attention from the laptop screen in front of me. “Hello,” I said distractedly, focused more on the work I am doing for a company that sells natural made juice drinks. “Miss Paisley there is a man here to see you. Says he is from Mr Anisworth,” Noah said into the phone. “Let him in.”

DAMIEN POVI waited patiently for her to answer my question, while keeping my eyes on her face. The little girl intrigues me, not just because she is my daughter, which is a huge part, but because of the way her mind works. She is brilliant, and has proven in the little time we have spent together. “I don’t want to make her sad,” she whispered. Her response threw me for a loop. “What do you mean?” Again she hesitated. I wondered if she worries that she is betraying her mother’s secret by speaking to me about her. I wouldn’t push her, the reason for this outing was for me to get to know her and she me, for that I will be very patient. “She cries every time, mostly when she looks at me.”I wasn’t expecting that. Why would Kamaria cry when she looks at our daughter. And then it hit me. our resemblance. So it is not me alone that sees it. “She thinks I don’t know, but I know,”she continued staring into the distance. “Know what?” I asked gently when she stopped. She blinked as if I

DAMIEN POVI was in a meeting in my office when the door opened forcefully and Kamaria badges in with fire in her eyes and my secretary hot on her heels. The fury in her eyes could be seen from miles away, and I could see she was ready to explode, but she had the good sense to wait for me to clear the room. Her presence sparked the curiosity of my employees in the room, because most of them could remember her from years ago. “Can we have the room,” I said calmly, even though my mild was wondering what could possibly be wrong. My first thought has something happened to my daughter. Once the room cleared she lit up like fireworks. “How dare you?” She snarled, all her features tensed with her fury. I ignored her fury and asked after my daughter. “Has something happened to Davina?” I sat forward earnest in my worry for my daughter. My query made her even more furious. If it is possible for her to burn me to crisped with her eyes alone I will be ash. “That is none of your business

KAMARIA POV“Hey are you alright?”I put down the drink I had in my hand to look towards Jonathan sitting across from me. “What do you mean?”It is Friday night and I am hanging out with my best friends. We haven’t hung out like this since I came back to the State, and Bobby being a family man hopping bars seems to be a thing of the past. It was Jonathan’s idea we come out this night. Cost me a fortune to get a baby sitter at a short notice despite Davina insistent argument that she is old enough to be on her own. Well I don’t want child services knocking on my door trying to take my kid away, have got enough of that from her father. “You seem distracted,” Jonathan yelled in a slightly loud voice from across the table. The bar is getting rowdier as more people came in. It is Friday night and the bar is bound to get crowded as the evening wears on. With the added loud music conversation is a tad hard. Jonathan was right, I am distracted. The reason I accepted this outing is to ke