YARA’S POV
*You should come out with me tonight, I promise I can take your sadness away.*
The first text read. The sender was someone I did not expect, someone I do not really know, someone I had hated for the longest time for reasons that are not even mine.
*Someone is coming up with some clothes for you, if it’s not up to your taste, you can send it back, Then i will have someone take you out shopping* The next text Said.
*I just want you to be happy Mon Cherie, I really don’t like that little frown on your face.* The last text read. He loves me! He actually loves me! I can’t help but smile into my phone, I hugged my phone and did a happy dance before going to lay down on the bed with my hand splayed out horizontally at my sides, I finally exhaled a breath that I did not know I had been holding.
I do not know Raphael to be such a romantic, I mean he gets me gifts and stuff but Mon Cherie? He went a little French on me, okayyy.
I got into the white bath room that was folded up in one of the closets in the bathroom. The bathrobe felt smooth and soft like nothing I have ever felt before and that is saying something because I have had expensive things for most of my adult life.
I picked out a bath bomb that scented like flowers and what I imagine the color pink to smell like, lit up some scented candles and slid into the bathtub with a glass of Moet between my fingers. I wonder what Diego would think about me raiding his fridge and everything, I would just replace everything when I get back from my date.
I was still savoring the feeling of being calm and refreshed in tub when the door bell rang.
“I’m coming.” I yelled as I quickly rinsed off and hurried into a towel.
“Well hello beautiful.” He said. Desmond Sandals. As in the guy that kidnapped me that time. I stood there shocked not even noticing that my towel was starting to loosen up.
ZARA’S POV
I might actually be pregnant! Like for real! Damn it! I really should have but how was I to know? Now my period has literally gone MIA. Oh my God what am I going to do! I cannot get an abortion, I promised myself that I would never do that again, I have even forgiven myself yet for the whole high school pregnancy/abortion incident, I don’t know what to do or who to tell. I have to tell Hunter about this, it’s his child, he deserves to know. I think.
I picked myself up from the floor, I had been sitting there for most of the afternoon sobbing my eyes out after the gynecologist confirmed the suspicion I had had since that wild night with Hunter.
How do I tell him that we might be parents soon? He does not know me like that, what would he think? What would he say?
I took a quick shower, slapped on some makeup to hide my teary face, picked up the most basic sweat pants and crop top from my closet and a baseball hat since I was in no mood to do my hair and with that I made my way to Hunter-my soon to be baby daddy’s apartment.
I drove for some time deliberately choosing to avoid his street before finally summoning the courage to drive up to his campus apartment which was at the good part of campus along with the apartments of the other future NBA stars.
I took the elevator, the woman at the lobby did not seem to mind, she probably thinks I stay here with my NBA boyfriend or maybe she thinks I’m a delivery girl or something. I still remember the floor his suite is on and the number, I have a photographic memory, I can’t help it.
I tried to stop my heart from beating so quickly, tried to keep my breath steady as I came closer to his apartment suite.
I was going to knock but the door was wide opened and there was a bitch riding on Hunter, her hand in the same beautiful curly hair mine had held some nights before, his hands on her waist prompting more thrusts, his dick deep inside her pussy like they had been in mine sometime ago.
“I am pregnant.” I said a bit loudly not giving them the pleasure of climaxing.
“Its yours.” I added and the world went quiet.
YARA’S POINT OF VIEW
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I yelled. I watched his eyes travel through my body before finally settled at the opening that exposed a little part of my breasts. I held the bathrobe tighter.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked again, this time holding his gaze so his eyes would have no change of wandering through my body.
“I thought you were someone else, you see I heard that Diego has someone in his penthouse and I thought that for sure it would be his Valentina, imagine my surprise to see you here, i guess you are his new favorite whore.” He said.
“I guess I underestimated your important in all this Yara.” He added moving closer to me, I continued moving backwards until my back hit the wall and I was caged between the wall and this man Desmond Sandals and worse of all I was in nothing but a bathrobe.
“I guess I have to re-evaluate my strategy and find a way to fit you into it Mon Cherie.” He added, my eyes widened with shock. He placed his hands on the wall behind me and leaned in, we were so close I could smell his cologne, a mix of wood and aftershave, I could breathe the air he exhaled.
He smiled at me and I noticed for the first time that he actually has a really nice smile.
Our lips got closer.