FIFTY-SIX

Kamilla Lopez

I've been in Nick's hands for exactly three months now. Three months trapped on his property, serving as his trophy girlfriend, as a supply of the pleasure he has in his room, in his bed. I love him, but how can I love someone who forces me to be by his side? Is this in fact love or obsession? I was scared when I found out who he really was, that's why I was so afraid to stay by his side, in his life. I value my life, after all I wouldn't risk it in a relationship with someone who runs an organization of illegality, this is not the life I chose.

Your threats, manipulations, orders, leave me confused with my feelings. At first, I never thought I would have him, that I would fall in love with Nick Ross, that I would have a romance with him. But I didn't prepare enough for someday to end up being disappointed. Nick didn't accept the end of the relationship, he didn't accept my choice and with that he kidnapped me, forcing me to stay with him for better or for worse. I try to accept this new life, but whenever I realize the circumstances that brought me here make me unhappy, I am unhappy with my own life.

I'm pregnant, this pregnancy should be perfect, after all it's my first pregnancy. For Nick this relationship is normal for him, in his head it must be since he is used to doing everything he wants, I don't doubt it since he kidnapped me and at least the police came close to his property. But why would it? I have no acquaintances outside, the only ones closest to me are being held somewhere in Costa Rica, where he doesn't dare tell me. We continued living a tense and intense relationship, many times I found myself admiring him, seeing him with Erick in the garden, other times I was dominated by the frustration of anger at keeping me trapped here, under his roof.

My days were less boring next to Erick and in the presence of Bianca, she always appeared at the property to accompany me to prenatal consultations, because I asked Nick on the basis of manipulation through sex. Even though he was reluctant with my request, he accepted, but with conditions for several security guards to watch over me, irony that the great king of the underworld would be insecure with a pregnant woman.

— And the baby shower?— Will not do?

— Bianca, I only have you and Dona Carolina closest to me. What fun would that be?

— Oh! And truth.

—And besides, asking Nick something about Dona Carolina is out of the question, he already made that clear.

— Kami, don't you think it's strange that he won't let you see her.

— Don't remind me of that, all the paranoia have already exhausted my mind, they all lead me to the possibility that she's dead.—

— But it doesn't make sense for him to kill her, she didn't do anything, and I didn't either.

— Questioning him will only upset him, and that's not what I want.

Bianca looks at me tenderly, her eyes go down to my belly, and she contemplates arching her hands and taking them to her already enlarged belly.

— This baby will be an incentive to change him, do you believe that?

— No, he changes if he really wants to, Bianca.

— I believe in his change, I should believe since she still loves him.

— He doesn't deserve the feeling I feel for him, I've been trapped for months, he kidnapped me!

— Correction, he kidnapped us, forces me to live with an insufferable.

— About this insufferable one, what's his name?

— A certain Viktor González, I call him a mangy.

— Why that nickname?

— Because he makes my life difficult, even more so when he took me to his property.—

— But is he handsome?

— The unfortunate man is a temptation, I'd give it to him if it weren't for your boyfriend's right— hand man.

— Something doesn't fit.

— What?

— He let me see you, but not Dona Carolina, that doesn't match.

— Not even.

— I think the worst has happened, and he doesn't have the courage to tell me.

— Kami, stop being paranoid, it's not good for you.

— I can't, Bianca understands me, it's Dona Carolina we're talking about, she took care of me when I needed it the most.

— I know, but I believe she's fine, maybe he wants that, that you remain afflicted without knowing about her.

— Yes, I think about that sick question too.

— So, stop thinking so much, it will harm the baby.

I sigh as my hands circle my belly, my eyes flooding with tears as I feel my baby kick. I look at Bianca, she knows everything that happens, before or after we go to the appointment we always spend a little time in the garden talking.

— I don't know what would become of me without you.

— Stop it, I don't want to cry.

— But it's true, if you didn't visit me who would I talk to?

— As long as Nick allows it, I'll always be coming, all right?

— Yes, thank you.

Closing that conversation, the driver who would take us to the office approached us, letting us know that the car was already waiting for us. During the consultation, everything went smoothly. The doctor was brief and made an appointment for the next appointment. Upon handing over the card with the scheduled date, we went to the car and were taken back to the proper destinations. At home at night, she was sitting on an armchair in front of the huge window that faced the garden. I hear the door open, I see that it is him, appearing as always as soon as he has finished solving his — business—.

I feel his rough fingers touch my shoulder, one pert finger slips through a strand of hair and tangles it. I release the trapped air and already feel my nerves proliferate in my body. Nick walks in front of me, he extends his hand and I face it, he waits for me to take it and lift it as he demands without even saying anything.

— Get up, little doll.

I do as he asks, with his help I stand up and face his body. With his hand moving away from mine, he takes it to my burn and lifts my face in order to look deeply into my eyes.

— How was the consultation?

— It went well. — I answer shakily.

— And the next appointment?

— In two weeks.

— Where is the card?

— On the table, you can check the date if you like.

— I don't need it, I trust you.

He pulls away and starts to unbutton his suit, in normal steps Nick goes to the bathroom without another word. I hear the sound of water falling from the shower, as long as he is taking a shower. I wait for him to finish, so I can try to manipulate him with sex. I'm already thinking about the possibility of starting the preparations for the baby's room, since I don't have much to do during the day, I could be responsible for the procedures of preparing our baby's room. I intend to start the preparations since in two weeks I will already know the sex of the baby.

Nick returns to the bedroom with a towel tied around his waist, covering his nakedness. His eyes drift towards me and a serious look full of sensuality overflows in his blue— gray socket.

— What do you have, my angel?

— I? Anything.

— You're lying, you seem tense to me, tell me what ails you.

Standing in front of me, I can feel the temporary temperature of the icy bath his body has just taken. With wet lips, I take the courage to start my request.

— In two weeks, I will find out the sex of my baby.

— Our baby. — he corrects me. — That is the problem?

— No, it's just that I want to start preparing the baby's room, as soon as I know the sex.

— Okay, do it.

— Our! Serious?

— Yes, my angel, I will send for a designer to come in two weeks.

My happy smile dies at his words, wanting to remain the idea in my mind, I protest.

— Nick, I want to do this myself.

— I don't care if you want to do it, but a designer will come to this house and do as you wish.

— But I don't need a designer, I want to research the baby's furniture myself.

— You will only leave this house for your consultations or with me!

— Excellent! So go with me, after all we are going to choose furniture for the baby's room.

— I have business to attend to.

— Then let me go with Bianca and her security, I won't do anything too much!

— Kamilla, the answer is no!

Tears well up in my eyes wetting my cheeks, my lips tremble, and I clench my hands into fists. Nick stands in front of me with his serious gaze, showing that he wouldn't change his mind.

'You are a wretch!' — I offend him.

— Watch your words, little doll.

— Fuck the words. Why don't you at least let me out to pick out my baby's furniture?

— Our baby!

— You don't care about the baby, Nick!— At least you care about me, let alone the baby?

— What are you talking about? Of course, I care about you.

— You lock me up like I'm a prisoner, you only let me out for appointments.

— Understand my angel, it's for your safety.

— No! It is not! You kidnapped me, you keep me here on the basis of manipulations and threats!

— Enough of that, shut up!— I ignore his order and continue.

— The truth hurts, doesn't it?— Nick Ross, who needs to kidnap a woman to stay in his life, when she actually rejects his presence.

I see his body stiffen, jaw set and lips in a thin line, Nick grabs my arm and squeezes it tightly, making me grunt in pain. I look at his eyes scared, I realize that I had exaggerated in my words, but on the one hand taking the bad, my words bothered him, if Bianca is right, the baby will make him change, not me.

— If your trips to the office aren't enough, I believe that doing it at home improves, don't you agree?

— No, Nick!

— Too late, baby, your outings are off!

— I'm sorry!

— It's been decided, be thankful this is your punishment.

At that moment I realize my mistake in contradicting their wishes, my shoulders slump in defeat, my eyes reproduce several tears that slide down the cheekbones. Now all at once was lost.