Christophe & Augusta Seem Off

Lamas' POV:

I stayed for a little bit more because I was still trying to figure out some things in the company.

"Seems like you find it really difficult to take a break these days." Christophe walked up to me. "And Augusta seems quite off lately. Almost like you did something again. But I won't pry."

"Just spill the beans Christophe, I know you know the entire truth." I rolled my eyes.

"It's kind of obvious that she's pregnant. I mean I've seen my wife that way before so I guess I can decipher between a pregnant and not pregnant woman." He explained. "Aside from the fact that I'm expecting you guys to be at the club this night. We're going to have a lot of fun." I really didn't understand the optimism of this guy. I couldn't count the amount of times I've been to clubs.

"Yeah no I'll pass," I said.

"What, but it'll be fun, at least you will be able to get some things out of your chest. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."

"But when Jack has responsibilities and leaves them in order to party, it makes Jack irresponsible. I can have my fun anytime. I know how to get things off my chest. Not just that way. You can go have fun though." I said and he rolled his eyes.

"You're no fun sometimes."

That night, I noticed Augusta refused to get out of her room. Or so I thought when she walked down the stairs in a body-hugging black gown. It was quite revealing too. I cocked a brow trying to understand why she would suddenly do this. Her hair was styled to perfection and it made me sincerely confused and curious. Where the fuck was she going to in that outfit? There were no invitations sent to me. To say was taken aback was an understatement

"And where may I ask you're going?" He questioned.

"I'm going out with my friends."

"Since when did you have friends and where the fuck to?" I furrowed my brows at his questioning.

"To a club." My gaze scanned my body again before going up to my eyes. I removed his glasses.

"You know you'd do so much better with yourself if you don't go out trying to seduce Jonathan again." She stared at me in disbelief.

"What the fuck gives you any right to speak to me that way? You don't own me and can't tell me what to do."

"As far as I know Augusta you are under my care, you're carrying my child. I won't have any man staring at you lustfully. You can wear anything you want, but not when you're carrying my child."

"I never asked to carry it did I? And stop treating me like a child," I yelled.

"You're unbelievable. If I hadn't been there the other day, you actually would have slept with Jonathan, wouldn't you? You were on the bed begging for sex because you were so desperate for it. Do you know how that made me fucking feel? If I wasn't there you would have spread your legs for him just like you do to me." Then a hit came to my face. Yes, she had slapped me. But I wasn't taking those words back. She knew deep down that I was right. The pills she took could have murdered my child. I only chuckled before looking at her. "You know what? It's fine. There's always a chance for surrogacy. If you don't want this child, I want it. Give it to another woman who is willing to take care of it." She stared at me in disbelief.

"You're asking me, to give my child to another woman to mother it? Did I ever ask to be a mother? You had sex with me when I was at my weakest, you didn't give a shit about my feelings. You know the kind of work I'm into, and you knew I wasn't ready to have a child! But what did you do anyway? Did you fucking think about the repercussions before making me have this child?! The only reason I haven't aborted it is because I'm not a coward who would kill an innocent child just because I want to be free. It never asked to come into this world in the first place. This is all your fucking fault! And okay, let's take for instance I indeed gave it to another woman. How fucking well can that woman take care of my child?!" She questioned. "Just because I'm pregnant for you, doesn't mean I'm tied to you, Lamas. If you feel uncomfortable and insecure about me going out this way because I want to seduce men, you can send your guys. But I'm not going to pause my fucking life all because I'm pregnant and want to please you. I am not your fucking wife!" She stated, adjusted her clothes and sauntered out of the house. I sighed before getting my phone.

"Keep an eye on her," I said before hanging up. I did take my time to see sense in everything that she said. She was fucking right. Why did she have to be fucking right? I opened up my GPS. If she was indeed going out with friends, then I might have to watch her from here then. Yep, she was indeed going clubbing. I clenched my fist. I got messages from time to time from the guard I assigned to her. And that assured me that she wasn't up to something. She just wanted to have fun indeed. I must have really misunderstood her then. Maybe I should make it up to her then. I took my laptop and sent a message to a particular person. Of course, if he wasn't ready to release the company, he might as well prepare for his downfall.

'Who are you?' He responded.

'I don't think it's any of your business hmm?' I questioned. 'Just do as I say, and nothing bad will happen.'

'Oh, so you think I'm just going to back down like that?'

'It's advisable to. If not, you might as well be expecting your downfall."

'What do you want? Money? Fame?'

'None of that. You know what I want.' I said excitedly.

I heard the door open a few minutes later and heard footsteps. I walked out of my room to see Augusta. Well, she still scented like herself. And there was no alcohol. I stepped out of the room.

"I shouldn't have said any of that the other time. I'm sorry." I said and I didn't expect much, because she wasn't one to be moved by apologies. She only nodded and was about to walk away. "And there's something I need to tell you." She paused and turned to me. "The hidden truth behind your family's death."