Chapter 13: Chapter 13

Chapter 12

I heard footsteps at the doorway. Turing around I look at Alexander and smile, "He's finally asleep."

He nods, "Come, let's get you some tea." I nod my head and over to him at the door. I shut off the light and left the door opened.

"You did great today." He whispered

I turned and look at him. "You did great today. I didn't do anything."

He shakes his head, "No. You were calm."

I shake my head wishing it was so. "What's your definition of calm? Crying, panicking, thinking something serious was wrong."

"Those are all motherly responses." He responded slowly.

I laugh cynically, "Motherly responses? If there was anything tonight taught me, it's that I'm not going to be a good mother."

"This is experience. It will help you when it's your time."

I laugh at his words. Like that will ever happen.

"I'm never getting pregnant."

"What do you mean?"

"Well. For starters, you have to have a man to get pregnant. At the rate my life is going I'm surprised I even have a dog." I shared since that was exactly how I felt. My life wasn't moving in any way possible.

"So, you do wanna have a baby?" he asked with knit eyebrows.

I shrug, "Well, I would like to but because of the circumstances in my life it doesn't really allow much of a life."

"What type of circumstances?" I frown at his question. I didn't have a specific answer to it since they were so many things in my life that restricted me from having a child.

I sigh, "Sometimes I work very late. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't have the money. I just...there are so many things." Things that I wasn't ready to share with anyone.

"Ah, I see." But I knew he didn't, base on his tone. He didn't understand even if he wanted to.

"You have a seat, I'll make the tea." He said as we entered the kitchen. I followed his command and sat around the island. "What type of tea do you like?"

"I'm not picky." I tried my best not to be picky when it came to food since I never know how my circumstances might be tomorrow. If didn't like something, I stayed humble and take it anyways.

"I'll go with Chamomile. It will help to calm you down and help with the cold as well." I offered a small smile. He knew so much. He walked over to the cupboard and took out the kettle then walked over to the pipe. He plugged in the electric kettle then walked over to me and sat beside me.

"Tell me about yourself." He questioned.

I placed my head on my hands, "You know everything me. You should tell me about you."

He shakes his head, "I don't know everything about you. I only know the surface, the details not anything personal." Why would he wanna know anything personal about me? The only reason I was in his house was because my sister got pregnant by his father and he needed me to play nanny.

"There is nothing personal about me."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "What are your likes? Dislikes? Those things."

I raised my eyebrows and start thinking, "I love food. I love painting and reading...yeah...that's about it."

He laughs, "Is that it?"

"I love animals." I shake my head and smile, "I don't know how to describe myself. You'll just have to find out these things by watching me. I don't know."I really didn't know anything about me, not anymore at least.

He sighs, "Okay, fine."

"What about you? I don't know anything about you." Apart from his date of birth, name, I didn't know anything. Looking back, I see how dumb I was to even go on a plane with a stranger.

"What do you wanna know?"

"Everything."

He smiles, "Well, I'm Alexander Javier Carter and I'm thirty years old." He stops and smiles, "I think you know those already...hmm, I just took over my father's business Techno World, it's one of the best technology companies in the world, we develop things as huge as satellites and as simple as phones.

"Oh, wow. That's great. I kinda understand now why you're so busy." Running a business like that can never be easy and that's why he needed to find my sister.

"Yea and that's why I'm eager to find your sister so I can get back to my life." His words made me a little sad because if he found my sister then he would no longer need me, and I'd just go back to my crazy boring life.

"I'm sorry for what she did. No one deserves to be abandoned by their parents. I wish I could help. If I had the money I would take him from you, but I don't even have enough for myself. I sigh. If I had the money to take Henrique, I would because I love him. I have since the moment I first saw him, but I just couldn't help him.

Seeing him every day knowing what my sister did make me hate her even more.

"We'll find her soon, I have the best of private detectives working to find her."

"To be honest, I don't think you should give him back to her. God knows what she'll do the second time." She didn't deserve the bundle of joy that she was given.

He stood from his stool and walked over to the kittle. "She's his mother, she has 100% right to have him back." He opened the top cupboard and took out two cups. He took the sugar and the tea bag from another cupboard.

"But Alexander she abandoned him once, don't you think she'll do again. Alliyah only cares for herself. She doesn't care the persons she hurt. I don't want her to hurt him." I couldn't let her hurt him like she hurt me, it would break my heart a second time.

"You love him don't you." it was more a statement than a question.

I nod, "Yes." I laugh, "Who wouldn't? He's so adorable. He's everything I'd want if I had a child." I loved everything about the baby, from the way his face lids up when I played pick-a-boo to the way his poo smells.

He walked back toward the island with the two cups in his hands, handing me the yellow cup and he kept the blue. He sat down to look at me, "She hurt you really bad, didn't she?"

I nod, "Yea. So much that I don't think I can forgive her. She ruined my life."

"That bad?"

I lift my tea then take a small sip, "That bad."

"I don't know what happened between you and your sister, but you can forgive her." He suggests but he didn't understand the extent of my hurt. I don't think I'll be able to forgive her or any of them. I lost everything because of her careless actions. If they wanted me to forgive them, it was gonna take a whole lot more than an apology.

I nod, "Back to you. What's your favourite colour?" I said changing the topic.

He scratches his head, "I don't have one."

I shake my head, "Nope, everyone has one colour that they love." I smiled up at him as I rub my hands on the warm cup.

"I love all the colours. What's your favourite colour?" he lifts his cup to his hand and drank the tea.

"I love Red and purple and blue."

He moved the cup from his face, "Good colours."

I nod my head agreeing, "What's your favourite food?" I lift my cup and took a small sip.

"I love all food." I laugh at his words and shake my head.

"Do you love all of everything?" I said trying to be rude.

"No, but like there is not anything specific I like. I love food."

"I love food too, but I have a favourite." Everyone has a favourite food that they love to eat, it's a fact. Even if they don't want to admit it.

"What's your favourite?" he looked across at me, genuinely curious.

"Well," I smile then lift my cup to my head but place it back on the corner without drinking. "There is a Jamaican restaurant close to where I live, and I absolutely love, I mean absolutely love Curry Goat and Rice and Peas." Who wouldn't? When the curry touched that coconut rice it tasted amazing.

He laughs, "You mean Goat Curry."

I shake my head, "No dude, no. There a big difference. Goat Curry is Indian and countries from like the east side of the Caribbean makes Goat Curry but Jamaicans they have Curry Goat...Do you get me?" I had no idea if my explanation was right, but it was close enough.

He shakes his head, "How do you know all this?"

Well, I hang out at the restaurant sometime, it's not like I had a lot of friends to go out and party with.

"Oh, I hear things." I lifted my cup to lips.

"I am going try this Jamaican Curry Goat then." He promised with a smile.

Removing the cup, I respond, "You should, you'll love it."

"I believe you."

I looked into his sparkling eyes, "Trust is everything." And that's why it hurt me so much that my sister betrayed me.

"What's your favourite movie?" he got me by surprise when he asked.

"Guess?" It was childish, but it was apart of me to tell someone to guess when they asked certain questions, especially my age.

"Forrest Gump."

I raised my brows taken back. "No." I laugh, "Not Forrest Gump but it's on the list."

"There is more than one?"

I nod, "One simply can't have one favourite movie. There are so many great movies out there."

He rocks his head, "True. So what's your favourite favourite movie?"

"Promise me you won't laugh." I looked into his eyes pleading.

He lifts his right hand to his chest, "Cross my heart."

I smile, "The Princess Bride."

He burst out laughing.

"Will you stop please?" I look over at him holding his belly. I don't know why he's even laughing so hard, the Princess Bride happens to be a great movie. "It's a beautiful movie. Better than the ones they're making these days."

He lifts his head, "Okay, I agree with the last statement but really the Princess Bride that's so cheesy. I was expecting something like Faults in the Stars.... which is way cheesier by the way."

"I've never watched Faults in the Stars." I read the book and I didn't want the movie to destroy my view of the book. Books are always better. Always.

He tilted his head to the side, "Really. I watched it and I'm me."

I laugh, what the hell did he mean by that?

"I read the book, so I don't need to watch the movie." and I knew the book would be a trillion times better.

"In that case." He drank some more of his tea then continued, "But why? Why the Princess Bride?"

I lift my hands to the sides of my face, "Well apart from Westley being strikingly handsome, the storyline was beyond romantic. Love lost, love gain and it's funny too."

"I agree, it's a funny movie." He paused and took him my eyes, "So you like blond guys, ugh?"

I laugh and shake my head then looked up at his hair which was the opposite of blond. His hair was as dark as midnight. "The hair colour of a guy doesn't matter." I tried choosing my words right.

"Right." He says sarcastically.

I shake my head, "What's your favourite movie?"

"Forrest Gump."

I burst out laughing like he did me.

"It's a great movie." Defended, "It teaches great life lessons and I love it. You laughing won't make me stop loving it."

I brought my eyes to his and calm down, "I 100% agree with you but you just don't seem like the Forrest Gump type."

"What's the Forrest Gump type?"

I think about it, but nothing came to my mind. Every loves Forrest Gump. "Okay, so everyone loves Forrest Gump. I get it."

He nods, "Yes and did you realize it's the same actor for both of our movies."

I didn't even realize it until he mentioned.

Jenny and Buttercup was the same actress.

We both lift our cups to our head finishing off our tea. I place the cup down and look over at him. He did the same and looked at me. There was a weird silence in the air while we stared at each other.

Tonight, I was able to see a whole new different side of Alexander Carter. It didn't match his billionaire personality that I got when I first met him. The him I saw today was a cool, normal and regular guy. Except Alexander Carter wasn't a regular guy. He was my nephew's brother and totally off limits, but I could help with the feeling that I might actually be into him.

It was hard not to like him when the man looked like a walking god. Even harder when he's so kind, friendly and sweet.

"Well, I'll wash up." He reaches out taking the cup from my hands his fingers brushing mine and when it did, I felt shivers run through me. What that a sign that showed I liked him?

I don't want to like Alexander Carter.

I can't like Alexander Carter.

Too late for that. A voice in my subconscious said.

You only dream about kissing a guy because you like that guy. If you didn't like him then you wouldn't have dreamt about kissing him.

"No, I don't."

"What?"

I shake my head when I realize I was answering myself. "Oh, no. Not you. Do you want any help washing those?" I needed to do something to get the crazy thoughts out of my head.

While standing from the stool, he answered, "No, It's just two cups and a spoon. I'll be fine."

When I nod he turned and walked over to the sink.

My mind went back to my dream.

I smiled in the kiss and when he stopped I wanted him to control.

I smiled!

That made it even truer.

I wouldn't have smiled in the kiss if I didn't like him.

For the love of God, someone help me!