His Surrogate || COMPLETED [EDITED]

CHAPTER 4: HER BABY'S DADDY IDENTITY: PART 1

Zoey's Pov

It's been two days now since I tried to kill my baby, the guilt still haunts me even when I've accepted to keep the baby. I think I'll pass through it some day, maybe when the baby arrives.

Emma has really been helpful, mostly with her words of encouragement. She's planning to go for a business trip to Beverly Hills, LA with her company. She wished I could tag along, but I can't leave my job for a two weeks trip.

My sick patients needs me more.

"Do you think I should carry my bikini along?" Emma asked me.

She had dragged me all the way from my room to hers to help her select the clothes she will use for the trip which happens to be the day after tomorrow. I looked up from my laptop to glance at her, she looked thoughtful.

My friend can be crazy when it comes to going for trips like this.

"Take whatever you need, sweetie." I said, rolling my eyes and focusing back on my laptop.

"Okay, but should I take the sexy one?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes, and looked at her. She is holding up a very sexy red flowered bikini.

"Why would you want to wear a sexy bikini? You know it's a business trip, and not a fun trip?" I said, narrowing my eyes at her. More like suspecting her.

"Yeah it is, but you have no idea about the investor. He is super handsome. I want to impress him, and also make him fall helplessly in love with me." She said dramatically.

I rolled my eyes, what can one do to tame this crazy friend who can't rest when she sees a handsome man.

"Seriously, Emma? Seriously?" I asked, giving her a - not so cool kinda look.

"I'm being serious, Zoey. If you know who Rowan Weston is, you'd know why I'm going this crazy about him." She said, dreamily.

"Who cares?" I said, rolling my eyes on her statement.

"You will when you see him, hold on." Emma said.
She reached out for her phone, did a few scrolling and then jumped on the bed. She settled down next to me.

"Take a look." She said, handing her phone to me.
I rolled my eyes before collecting the phone from her. I stared at the phone in horror when I saw the picture of the man.

It's the same man that I got intimate with at the club house.

He's the father of my unborn baby.

"See how shocked you look, I told you he's very handsome." Emma said, breaking my thoughts.
"It's him." I uttered, still staring at the picture as images of his face that very day starts flashing in my head.

"What is it?" Emma asked.

"He's the man I got intimate with at the club house, the one I told you about." I said to Emma who stared at me in shock.

"Are you sure about this?" Emma asked, and I nodded.

"I have never been sure about anything in my life." I said.

Emma came down from the bed, pacing back and forth. I stared back at the picture once more, just to be sure I'm not dreaming.

"If you're sure about this, it means your baby won't be fatherless." Emma said.

I looked up at her, trying to understand where she's coming from or heading to with this.

"This is actually shocking good news." Emma added, sitting back on the bed.