Chapter 11: Chapter 11

Brody's POV

I drove into the compound and I was surprised to see Helen, my sister together with her son waiting outside. I quickly parked my car and came down from the car.

Walking towards them with a smile, Diego hugged me and I giggled. "Hi, I didn't know you would come tonight." I told her.

She chuckled. "Yeah, I lied. I know that." She said as we walked into my house. My maids went to carry Diego's bag to the guest room.

I adjusted my tie and sat down on the sofa. "Sir, will you like to eat now?" Lisa, one of the maids asked.

I shook my head and turned to look at Diego, admiring his attitude and face, I smiled. "Your son is really cute." I commented.

"Thank you." Diego appreciated and I beamed with excitement.

"I was hoping to see your girlfriend, where is she?" Asked Helen.

I turned to face her as she sat down. "Girlfriend?" I asked back, shocked. I didn't know mom told them already.

"We'll be visiting soon, mom told everyone about your girlfriend. I really wished she was here, I wanted to meet her."

Nodding, I braced a hand just above her head and leaned towards her. "It must have been difficult raising Diego without his father's help." I said, changing the topic. I didn't want to say anything that would offend me.

She laughed and placed a kiss on Diego's forehead. "I don't care about his father, his father was a bastard." She retorted and my eyes widened. I didn't expect her to say it in front of Diego.

"Go to the guest room, the maids will attend to you shortly," I told Diego who sulked as he walked into the guest room and slammed the door. "Why would you say such a thing in the presence of a five-year-old kid?" I asked annoyed.

She leaned on the sofa and frowned at me. The easy familiarity of the moment,  reminiscent of our happier times made me smile. "His father was a bastard and Diego knows that, he cheated twice in our relationship." She explained, dejectedly.

I crooked up in a remorseful smile. "You guys can still get together in the future," she gave me an offended look. "Look, I don't mean it like that."

"I'm never getting back with that bastard."

"If you say so."

I gave up, it was useless in arguing with her, she always wanted to prove that she was right in everything. Martins, her husband cheated on her with her best friend and she ended up divorcing him. I understood her pain and wanted to help her.

"It was painful, I couldn't believe that martins could actually do that." She admitted, preventing herself from crying.

"Diego will not be like him." I assured her.

She nodded and smiled. "What's her name?" She asked.

"Who?" I asked.

She stood up and picked her bag. "Your girlfriend."

"She is….her…name is Karen Miller." I stammered, I was totally not expecting her to ask that question.

She frowned and scratched her cheeks. "Whose family does she come from? I don't know any rich family with that name." She said and I became embarrassed.

I shrugged. "She's not from a wealthy family." I confessed.

Her smile vanished from her face immediately. "I don't understand you, we've all agreed on who to marry, I married a lawyer, Alex married a rich investor and you were supposed to marry a rich lady too." She reminded me.

I squared my shoulders and started to speak, then stopped. She was definitely right about that, no wealthy girl was ready to accept the contract and that was the main reason I allowed Karen sign the contract. "You married a lawyer and you're now divorced." I reminded her in a saccharine tone meant to irk.

Silence fell between us as she stared at me shocked. "It was my mistake, I didn't even know my husband and my best friend were dating secretly." She explained.

I frowned. "That's not the idea I'm portraying, you might get married to the richest man and still not be happy." I told her and she chuckled.

"You're really wrong, people will respect you because you will also be a billionaire." She countered with a frown.

"And what if you're not respected by your husband?" I asked.

"Are you going to sleep at my house tonight or you'll go for your rehearsals?" I asked.

She looked at me and frowned. "I'll go for my rehearsals and besides, you don't have to change the topic," she paused. "Mom is not going to approve of your relationship, is she?" She ventured, cautiously.

I wanted to drag her hair and tell her that it was not a real relationship. It was a contract.

"I don't know, I'm confused."

"You should be, how will you introduce her to the guests at the party next week?" She asked.

I ran my fingers through the front of my hair, she was definitely right. I didn't really think of that, I regretted signing the contract with Karen after hearing her remark.

"I don't know. I'll just tell them the truth." I answered.

She laughed. "Do you really think mom would let you tell the truth to them?"

I shook my head and faced her. "You're making things worse, you should get going. Your son is safe with me." I replied and walked towards the door, I opened it and stood there.

"I was about to go, you don't have to be so annoying." She retorted and walked outside.

I quickly closed the door and climbed the stairs. Thinking about what she said, I discovered that she was right.

I walked into Diego's room and found him crying. "Hey, what happened?" I asked, walking towards him quickly. I sat on the bed and cleaned his tears with my hands.

"Brody, my mom doesn't care about me."

Of course, he was supposed to feel bad. Not only was Helen a drunkard, she was also a bad mother. Reconciling with martins was a decision she never made even when the opportunity came knocking at her door. "She's not a bad mother, she's doing what she thinks will help you." I replied but deep down, I knew it was a lie.

"She hates me." He shouted and laid on the bed.

I didn't know how to make him relaxed, I was not a father which made me inexperienced. "Do you want chocolates?" I inquired with a smile.

"I don't want anything."

"I have the best chocolates made from the best chocolate factory in Paris, I guess I'll take it alone." I said and made a sad face.

He sat up and looked at me. "I'm sorry, can I taste the chocolate? I'll just taste it, I'm sure I won't lick it."

I laughed and tickled him. "Come here, you little boy." He chuckled as I carried him up and took him out of the room.