Thirteen


    "To get this deal I have to be viewed as a responsible and dedicated man." Sydney starts his


    exnation. I take a sip of water and lean against the table to concentrate on him.


    "I was out of options and that night I decided to get loose and just get drunk." Sydney runs a hand


    down his face. "When I saw you I felt this strong attraction towards you and thought how sexy and


    confident you were. And beautiful too." He says this in a low voice with a mesmerizing smile. I never


    saw him with a real smile but he looked so perfect with it.


    "So this n came all of a sudden. At first it was only casual flirting but then the thought came. I


    would take you home, f*ck you, get you pregnant. You would be my surrogate and maybe I''d pay


    you to act as my wife for a year."


    I stand abruptly scraping the chair causing everyone to look at us again. I couldn''t handle this. This


    beast took my virginity and knocked me up because of some sick n? I almost reach for my purse


    but remember that the sick bastard never let me take anything. I turn on my heels and leave the


    expensive hotel. The truth always hurts and I am going to do what I always do, run away from it.


    I want to order a cab but I have nothing on me. Great. I''ll just walk for about an hour. I hear


    Sydney''s voice behind me shouting my name but I try to ignore him. My left arm is suddenly yanked


    causing me to yelp as I turn to Sydney. "Are you expecting my baby Isabe?"


    Yes but my baby can''t have a daddy like you. He only wants it for his business. He doesn''t care


    about us. How can a heartless person want a baby? I know if I say yes, he''ll fight with everything he


    has for it and pay some woman to act as its mother and his wife. The need to protect my baby kicks


    in and I look him in the eye. "No. Its mine and Harry''s. I''m only nine weeks long." I add.


    Disappointment is seen clearly on Sydney''s face and the tiniest bit of my heart feels sorry for him


    but my hatred for him surpasses it. "Looks like your n worked. Just not with me." I refer to


    Bianca. "What''s wrong with you? You already have a pregnant fiance who loves you but your still on


    my back?" Sydney only lets out a long breath.


    "I know. And I''m having doubts about it." I raise an eyebrow at this. Sydney suddenly looks tired and


    my heart for an unknown reason crumbles at this. I say nothing even though I''m dying full of


    questions. Since I started working at thepany I''ve been trying to exercise self-control and it


    looks like I''m getting the hang of it.


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    Sydney drives me back to work and no single word passes between us. I''m still so mad at him for


    this stupid n. He nned to make me a surrogate? Without my permission? How sick is he? He


    has thisrge ego that he''s so sure I would go back to him when I''m pregnant. He seemed too sure


    I would go back to him. Stupid stupid stupid arrogant man.


    Working with all these thoughts make it difficult and I''m tempted to go home but thinking that the


    cause is Sydney, I work with determination to forget him.


    I receive a phone call from Harry reminding me of the dinner we had and I gather my stuff. We


    decided to meet at our favorite diner in half an hour. I had carried my change of clothes. A light blue


    summer dress and a matching cardigan with brown wedges.


    Thirty minutester I find Harry in the diner alone drinking something clear which I assume is water.


    "How''s my most favorite human being?" I hug him when I reach where he''s sitting.


    He hugs me back and gives me a kiss on my forehead. "You can now order something as we wait


    for someone. You said you want pasta?" Harry says and he seems so nervous. I take his hand in


    mine. "Harry. What''s wrong?"


    Harry looks at me. "I met this girl. A year ago." I feel a smile form but I try to suppress it. I give him


    an encouraging nod to go on. "Amelia. She''s Canadian and a year younger than us. We were


    friends when I was in one of my travels in Canada and we hooked up a few times. I like her and she


    got this job at a printing press so she moved here and got in touch." Harry says all this in a breath.


    Iugh and he res at me. "That''s why you''ve been acting so secretive and on edge?" I would


    never have thought Harry liked a girl and never told me. I somehow felt bad. I thought he trusted me


    and told me everything like did to him. Well not everything but like 99% of my stuff.


    "So you got a twenty one year old girlfriend who''s already working? You never told me anything


    Harry."


    Harry looks guilty. "You had so much going on and I know that''s not an excuse but I really didn''t


    know how to tell you. And she''s not my girlfriend... yet." I nod at his exnation. I would have done


    the same too I guess.


    "So when do I meet her? Tell me about her. Is she taller than me?" Harry once had a girlfriend who''s


    taller than me and used to make me feel bad about my height. She made me feel insecure about


    my height since I was still a growing teenager. Harry found out and after a warning, she never


    stopped and Harry ended things between them.


    "Dating someone shorter than you will feel like dating a baby." Harry teases me as heughs while I


    re at him. I''m five foot four but I could never be less proud of my height. Short girls rock! "Amelia


    should be here in ten minutes. I had to talk to you first. If you don''t like her just tell me. Okay?"


    Harry seems to like Amelia a lot and I''d really try to get along with her. "I will." I give him a small


    smile and starts telling me about her.


    Ten minutester Harry''s phone shes and he reads a message. A contagious smile appears on


    his face making me to smile too. Looks like he really likes her. He excuses himself and goes to get


    her. I expect a blondedy with him but I see a smiling girl with fiery red hair and has dimples on


    both cheeks that make me want to poke them. She''s like a couple of inches taller than me with


    some blue jeans and a ck tank top. She''s so beautiful. Wow.


    "Hi I''m Amelia. Nice to meet you Isabe." Her voice is so soothing too. "Be. Call me Be. I love


    your dimples." I blurt out. What? Harryughs and Amelia joins in. They both sit and we order our


    dinner.


    Amelia is so funny and has a great sense of humor. I truly feel good that Harry found her. She


    seems sweet but also devious ording to what she tells me about her pranks and college life.


    I think about Sydney and what he confessed. I haven''t told Harry about it but this night is about him


    and Amelia. I''ll tell him tomorrow.