I had to wake up at dawn cause the baby was crying and his father slept like a dead person right beside him not giving a shit.

So, I woke up and changed his diaper and made some milk for him and fed him and he finally fell asleep again.

Sighing in relief, I once again curled up on the couch and tried falling asleep. I am going to charge Zale for babysitting his son.

With that thought in my mind, I soon drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I realised I wasn't on the couch anymore where I slept, instead I was on the bed where Zale was sleeping except he wasn't there. And the kid slept beside me.

Did he pick me up and placed me here? Nevermind.

I got up and stretched my arms and legs and went inside the bathroom to freshen up and then checked on the baby.

I sometimes envy them...all they have to do is sleep peacefully without any worries. Sleep, eat, play and repeat.

I checked the door and to my surprise it was left unlocked, so, I picked up the baby in my arms and walked out deciding to demand Zale to either hire a babysitter or start paying me.

But I stopped on the top of the staircase when I saw Maverick and him sitting beside each other on the couch, Maverick inspected his wound which I stitched last night and then asked, "So you have got a kid now?" He didn't look very happy about it.

"Yes." Zale replied. "That's what I am telling you for the past ten minutes."

"And what I am trying to figure out is how can you be so stupid to not use any protection."

Zale pursed his lips and shot him a glare. "I did use a protection."

"You could have used a good quality one then!"

"What will you get by giving me sex education now? It's not going to change that I have a fucking kid now!"

I swear if he does not take responsibility for his son and treat him right, I am killing him.

"Then just give him away", Maverick said.

Zale sighed and leaned back on the couch and ran his hand down his face. "No."

"Why? Just give him away. The Japanese want him, give him to them or give him to an orphanage or something."

He did not. I swear I will kill him.

"The Japanese wants to kill him." Zale glared at him.

"So...? It's not like you care for him or something..." Maverick said nonchalantly.

Zale just looked away refusing to meet his eyes.

That made Maverick frown. "Do you love him?"

Zale's jaw clenched and he stared ahead at nothing in particular. "No."

"Then why are you keeping him?"

"Because he is my kid."

"Wow." Maverick spoke sarcastically. "That explains a lot."

Now Zale's head snapped to him and he gritted his teeth. "Exactly, that explains everything. He is my kid and I am not giving him up. He will stay with me." He stated firmly.

Maverick stared at him for a few seconds and his lips pressed into a thin line. "You are only keeping him because of what happened with you. You don't love him. You just don't want him to go through what happened to you."

What? What did Zale go through? As far as I know he had a nice childhood, his parents owned the mafia, were rich and they were loving.

"Yes."

Maverick rolled his eyes. "You will get tried of him soon, you can't bring up a kid, Zale. You don't have that fatherly qualities in you."

Zale's face blanked. "Get out." His voice was extremely cold, even I flinched at it. "Just get out."

Maverick's eyes widened for a second before he masked his emotions and got up and left.

And the baby thought it was a perfect time to wake up and start crying. I started to immediately rock him in my arms as Zale's head snapped upto me and his eyes narrowed.

Ignoring him, I walked down and walking past him went to the kitchen and made some milk for the baby and while feeding him, I walked back to Zale.

Seeing me coming towards him, he got up and grabbing his suit jacket started to wear it trying to ignore me.

I stood infront of him. "So, how much are you going to pay me?"

He refused to look at me as he adjusted the jacket. "For what?"

"For babysitting your kid, what else?"

He continued to ignore me as he buttoned it up. "You were getting bored, weren't you? Now you have something to do. I am not paying you for it."

"I am not a babysitter!" I seethed. "And you need to release me and take care of your own kid."

He finally looked at me, in my eyes refusing to look at his kid. "I am not releasing you as long as I don't get Alaska. I think I have made myself clear."

And he ran his fingers through his hair and started to walk to the door but I moved past him and blocked his way. "Where are you going?"

"To work."

"What about your son?"

"What about him?"

"You are supposed to look after your son. Worry about him not your work."

He rolled his eyes. "Move out of my way. I have some important work."

"More important than your son?"

He didn't even hesitate. "Yes."

Is he serious? "Wow, this kid is going to have some serious daddy issues growing up."

His jaw clenched. "You don't need to worry about that."

"Oh, yeah right. It's not like I am going to stay here forever." I said nonchalantly. "But at least I will treat my kids better than you."

He let out a humorless chuckle. "Your fiance's dead, princess. You are not having any kids."

"So? I will marry someone else and have kids with him. So what Nikolas died... it's not like I will never marry anyone else. The moment I am out of here, I am finding myself a nice man."

Why am I having this conversation with him?

His jaw clenched even more and his brows furrowed. "You are not getting married."

"What?"

Even he seemed to be shocked at what he said so he acted as if he didn't say anything. "What?"

I took a step towards him. "What did you just say?"

"What did I say?"

My eyes narrowed. "Why the fuck did you say that I won't get married?"

"I didn't say that." Fucking liar!

And before I could argue with him, he brushed past me and went out of the house locking the door and leaving me alone with his son.

He really trusts me with his son? What if I hurt him to blackmail him into freeing me? Stupid Zale.

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Why do new borns sleep so much? Had he been a few months old then I could have played with him but he is hardly two days old so all I can do is watch him sleep.

It was late afternoon and his maid was present there who cooked me breakfast and was currently making lunch, I tired engaging her in a conversation but once again she just gave me a one word answers so I stopped bothering her.

I was still in the living room, watching a movie with the baby sleeping in my arms when the front door opened and ten people walked in carrying different things and behind them was a blonde man dressed up in a proper 'guard' style, he must be one of his men.

He glanced at me and the baby and shut the door and directed everyone upstairs. Confused, I followed them.

They opened a door adjacent to the room I was staying in, it was a small, empty room, only lit by the sunlight streaming through the windows.

The people started to set up things there and I noticed one of them setting up a crib. Oh, he is getting a nursery made for him. At least he remembers him.

They all worked so fast, two of them started to paint the wall in a pinkish white colour while the other set up a white crib and a baby monitor. The others cleaned the floor, placed a carpet, toys and what not.

That guard just stood there, watching them and feeling fascinated by all the things happening, I sat down on the floor cross legged and watched them set up the room.

They took just two hours and the nursery was done and dusted. And the baby monitor was set up in the room where I was staying. I am not his mother! It should be in Zale's room but I didn't say anything because as I was about to open my mouth to object, that guard gave me a pointed look that told me to shut up.

I was just not in a mood to argue or else I would have told him nicely.

When the room was set up and everyone had left except that guard, I placed the baby carefully inside his new crib and turned on the camera.

Seeing that guard still standing at the door of the nursery, I folded my arms across my chest. "You can leave now."

He kept staring over my shoulder, ignoring me.

Why is everyone here so damn frustrating?!

"I said you can leave."

When he didn't reply again, frustrated I walked past him and went downstairs and my frustration spiked when I saw him following me.

"What the fuck is your problem?!" I shouted at him. Thankfully, the maid had left.

He said in a cold voice, "I am supposed to guard you."

"Then tell your boss I don't need any guarding! I am not trying to escape!"

"I don't question his decisions."

"Yeah, of course you don't cause you are his dog."

That got me a reaction out of him, anger flashed across his face as he took steps closer to me.

I rolled my eyes. "Are you trying to challenge me?" When he didn't stop coming closer, I lifted my hand and punched him on his jaw.

And I smiled in satisfaction seeing the bruise forming on his jaw but that only made him more angry as he grabbed my shoulders and slammed me into the wall making me gasp.

I struggled against his grip as his nose touched mine. "Don't punch me again!"

"Leave me!"

"Apologise!"

I scoffed and spat on his face. "Fuck off!"

"You bitch! You--"

"What the fuck is going on here?!" All of a sudden, Zale bellowed. My head snapped to the side to see the front door opened and Zale standing there looking extremely furious.

Uh-oh.

Chapter completion on: 15/6/22
Published on: 26/6/22

"The Spanish Love Deception" is being made into a movie!! Oh My God! I am so excited! I love that book with my whole life and Aaron Blackford 😩🤌🦋💕

They better not ruin the movie though.

~Ahlam