Chapter 3

"Yeah? Is staring all you're planning on doing?" I moved my own hands up his chest, settling them on his shoulders.

"With your permission, I'll be doing more." He chuckled, lifting me effortlessly and placing me on the counter. Zavi stood between my legs, arms on my waist as he looked at me, leaning close to my neck, but he made no contact as he waited for my answer.

"Permission granted," I answered, and without a second wasted, I felt his lips on my neck, pressing soft kisses as he trailed his way to my lips. His large hands now spread warmth across my thighs as he slid his hands up. I moved my hands to the buttons of his shirt and started undoing them as we continued to kiss. He pulled me closer to him, making me moan as the kiss deepened.

"*That's the night I hooked up with some guy named Zavi and got pregnant. Protection slipped my mind, honestly," I mumbled, looking down at my nails as I picked at them*.

"*Man, was it good at least? You having a one-night stand? Never thought I'd see it!" she said, wiggling her eyebrow a little too much, which made me throw a pillow at her*.

"*I won't lie. He is the best I've had, and I know he's only the third person, but he made me feel things my boyfriend of two years couldn't make me feel. As for me doing it, I know it isn't me, but I wanted revenge so bad-or I just wanted to forget about Micah, and I did. Hell, I haven't even called or texted him since that night," I answered truthfully*.

"*If it makes you feel any better, Dana and I don't talk." She patted my shoulder*.

"*It's fine. The only worry I have is this little thing in me." I sighed*.

"*Don't you want to find the father? Maybe the Serras can give you the list of people so you can find that Zavi." Nicole suggested, but I just shook my head*.

"*Oh no, sweetie, the last thing I need is them firing me for sleeping with their clients, and Zavi didn't sign up for this*."

*Amara's POV*:

*Three years later*...

*My baby was now a little over two years old. I ended up having a boy, Sebastian Silas Reid. I chose my father's name for his middle name. I always wanted to name my child after him. Raising Sebastian wasn't easy, but Nicole helped me out a little. And my sister, Amelia, ended up helping tons. Somewhere around six months, she contacted me, and we started talking again. It turned out she and her husband had bad luck trying to have their own child, so they decided to hold back and save up some money before looking into adoption. In the meantime, Amelia gladly babysat her nephew*.

*Nicole and I ended up finding a good apartment with two rooms and one small office that we converted into the baby's room. Her job was going well. As for me, I was head chef at a restaurant named Helene's; however, two weeks ago, the FBI busted the owner. It turned out that it was a front for his drug smuggling. I had enough money to last me a good five months, but you never know what could happen, so I'd been looking for a new inh and was getting ready for an interview*.

*This position would be slightly different: a personal chef for a person with a busy life. That was how it was described, and it did sound a little fishy, but I decided to still call in. A woman answered. I packed up my knives and picked up my bag and the little dinosaur bag that belonged to Sebastian too*.

"*Ready to go to Aunt Amy's, baby?" I asked as I watched Sebastian trying to adjust the Velcro on his shoes. It was his favorite thing to do. Every time he put on his shoes, it was like he rediscovered the Velcro*.

"*Yeah, Mommy," he mumbled, his olive eyes still focused on the straps of his shoe. I gave him a nod, held out my hand to him, and led the way out to the car*.

*After dropping him off at Amelia's, I drove straight to the address given by the woman on the phone. It was a penthouse. A fancy place meant good pay. Hopefully, these people weren't involved with any cartel members. Once I arrived, a woman led me to an office, and as I stepped in, I immediately noticed the room's theme. It was modern, black with a touch of silver. The woman introduced herself as Tessa Collins. When she sat down behind the desk, she went through a pile of folders and picked one out*.

"*Mrs. Reid, mother of one and 24 years old. Am I correct?" she asked, looking up from the folder. It made me nervous now that I saw how many options she had*.

"*Ms. Reid, and for the rest, yes," I confirmed with her*.

"*Your CV seems good, but you know I will be doing a taste test, yes*?"

"*Of course. I brought my knives," I replied, patting my bag*.

"*Before I show you to the kitchen, I was just wondering about your son. Will it be a problem for you to be working here?" She got up and put the folder to the side*.

"*Not at all. The hours will be discussed before signing the contract, right?" I asked, getting up too. Of course, Sebastian would always be my priority, but I needed this job to make sure he could be given the best life*.

"*Yes, of course, along with your payment and any other rules there may be," Ms. Collins replied*.

"*Okay." I nodded. With that, I was led to the kitchen and given a list of things to make. I made all six dishes along with three desserts. It took a long time, but once I was finished, I set all the plates down in a row for Ms. Collins to taste*.

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