MR. MORENO'S SURROGATE ✔️

3 - Leilah

I wake up nauseous. My stomach starts to bubble and suddenly, bile comes up my throat. I rush to the bathroom, holding my hands over my mouth and I gag as I puke into the toilet, holding my stomach in my hand as I use the other to hold my hair back.

"Leilah?" I hear Tyler call out as he rubs his eyes, walking into the bathroom. When he notices what's going on, he rushes over and holds back my hair, rubbing my back. "Let it out. Let it out." he says, looking off as I throw up. When I'm finished, I sigh, sitting down and wiping my mouth. "That's unpleasant." Tyler says running his hands under cold water and placing them on my neck and forehead. "You feel a bit better?" he asks.

"Yeah, thanks." I say, gagging at the taste in my mouth. "I just need to brush my teeth. I'm gross." I say, frowning.

"You're not gross. You're pregnant." he says, holding back laughter.

"Don't even say that," I whine. "I can't believe I did this." I say on the verge of tears.

"You and me both." Tyler says.

I sigh as I stand to my feet and begin to brush my teeth. After I finish, I get in the shower and I wash my hair. After shaving, bathing, and washing my hair, I get out and I dry and brush my hair, then I get dressed.

"Tyler!" I yell.

He rushes into my room and looks around.

"Is everything okay?"

"I need to pack my stuff. Could you help?" I ask.

"Sure," he says. "But how do you think Karla would feel about this? You having someone else's kid and moving out?"

"It's not permanent. I'll visit and come back after I have the baby. I promise."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I promise." He smiles and starts helping me pack. After two hours, we're done packing up my clothes and necessities when there's a sudden knock on the door. "Who's that?" I ask, looking at Tyler.

"I dunno." he says, looking suspiciously out of my room.

We walk to the door and Tyler opens it. "Where is she?" I hear a voice come.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

"Leilah. This him?" Tyler asks, turning to look at me.

Elijah's standing at the door with a small smirk on his face.

"Why the hell are you here?" I say, crossing my arms and giving him an unbelieveable glare.

"You haven't come by." he says.

"Yeah, 'cause I was packing my fucking bags like you wanted me to." I spat.

"Well I'm here now." he says, pushing past Tyler. "Where's your room?" he asks, looking around.

"What the hell, man?" Tyler says.

"You can stay here." I say, turning around and going to my room. When I arrive to my room, something tells me to look behind me, so I do. "I told you to stay in there." I say, staring at Elijah with a furious look.

"And I don't follow rules. Cute room." he says, running his fingers over my bedspread.

"Get out." I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

"I'll help you with these." he says, grabbing all my bags and walking to the door and out of it, walking past Tyler.

Tyler looks at me with a look that says 'What the hell, Leilah?' I shrug my shoulders, silently saying 'I'm just as confused as you are.'

I hug Tyler goodbye and I apologize for Elijah barging in, then I walk outside to Elijah's car with my arms folded.

He looks at me with a cocky smirk. "What's wrong? Boyfriend didn't like me?" he says, driving off.

"He's not my boyfriend. But no. He doesn't like you. You can't just barge into someone else's house like you own the goddamn place. That's fucking rude, you dimwit."

"Fine. That was uncalled for. But to counter that, I grew impatient."

"And? That still doesn't excuse the fact that you invited yourself in and invaded my privacy."

"Invaded your 'privacy'? How?"

Is he actually fucking serious? "You followed me to my room!" I yell. With a huff, I sit back and I don't say a word until we get to his place.

When we get there, he walks to the door as I get out and he just walks in, yelling. "Mary! Go get her things. Take them to the room next to mine."

She scurries out and opens the car door, grabbing my bags and running them into the house, just like said. As I stand in the lobby, I hear a familiar voice.

"She's back." Cayson says, grinning as he walks over to me. I stand there with my arms crossed and he sighs. "Did my brother piss you off?" he asks sarcastically.

"You have no idea." I say, trying to calm myself.

"He's pretty well known for that. It's gonna be hard for you two to get along. You have this fiery attitude and my brother is not one for disrespect or intolerance."

"Well he should get used to it if I'm gonna be here. He isn't gonna run over me." I say, walking upstairs to where the maid is taking my bags. When I walk in, Elijah's sitting at the foot of my bed. I roll my eyes and I cross my arms. "Do you mind?" I say, raising my eyebrow. Then he raises his at me. "I don't think I have to ask for privacy in my own fucking room." I say, shrugging.

He taps his phone on his palm and stands up, looking at me, slowly walking towards me. "I don't like your attitude." he says, narrowing his eyes at me.

"So what?" I sneer.

"So fix it. Or I'll make you." he threatens.

I smirk at him. "And how would you do that Mr. Moreno?" I ask, walking up to him and standing with my chest right below his while looking up at him.

He looks down at me and anger is written all over his face. "You'll be joining me for dinner tonight. And I'm not asking." he says.

"And why not?"

"Because I won't be the reason you miscarry my kid. Be ready by seven. Mary will escort you to the dining room." Then he pushes past me, slamming my door closed as I keep my eyes forward. I smile, noticing the effect I had on him.

I start to put my things in the huge closet in the room. After almost two hours, it's 4 p.m. I get in bed and I doze off, taking a very much needed nap before dinner.