Pregnant and Homeless✔

Chapter 5

"What's going on here?" I turned my head, and my eyes met Mr Dakoda's blue enchanting ones.

Mr Dakoda was no longer wearing his tailored business suit. He was instead wearing knee-length jeans, pants and a white shirt. He looked as handsome as he did when I met him the first two times but what was even more adorable was the dog at his feet.

I could tell that the dog was a mixed breed, between german shepherd and something else. He was beautiful. His hair was black and soft. His tail was wagging, which meant he was amiable.

The receptionist broke my thoughts from the dog as he spoke, "Mr Dakoda, I was trying to get her to leave, but she wasn't listening."

Mr Dakoda frowned at the receptionist, "Why? I told her to come here." he turned to me and saw the tears his face immediately changed to concern. "What's wrong?" he let go of the leash and walked up to me. "Did someone hurt you?"

I looked in his blue eyes then turn to look at the receptionist who was too eager to hear my answer. I didn't want him to know about my business. "Can we talk somewhere else, please?"

He nodded, "Sure." He took my elbows and pulled me in the direction he was coming from. "C' mon boy; it looks like you won't be going for a walk tonight," he said looking down at the dog.

The dog whined but followed behind us.

We entered the elevator silently, and Mr Dakoda pressed a button on the wall. I didn't look up to see which it was because I had a staredown with his dog.

"His name is King."

I lifted my head to meet the blue eyes, "Ugh?"

He looked down and pointed at his dog, "His name is King."

"Ohh. That's a weird name for a dog." In my small town, dogs were named after songs and cars. They have never called a title. It was new to me.

"He's a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel mixed with German Sheperd."

I frowned when he said that. Weren't Cavalier King Charles Spaniel tiny dogs and German Sheperd big dogs?

He smiled, "I know. I had the same reaction when I adopted him. I don't know how his parents did it, and I don't care because he's amazing." I gave a small smile at his words. It was obvious he loved his dog.

Maybe he was, after all, just a regular man. Serial killers don't have dogs, do they?

We stayed silent for the rest of the journey. When the elevator stopped, he mentioned for me to follow behind him, so I do so quietly. He stopped his door apartment and started to take his keys out of his pocket. He pushed the key in the locket and turned it, and in a few seconds, the door was opened. He pushed it wide and gestured for me to enter.

I hesitated for a few seconds then entered into the apartment. This was it. I choose to trust this man with my life and my child's. Trust him not to be a serial killer, a paedophile or a baby stealer.

As I entered the apartment, I looked around at its layout. The room gave away his bachelorhood. The walls were painted in dark greyish blue. The furniture was rustic and dark, and the couch sprinkled liberally with vibrant burgundy and white cushions. There were a few abstract paintings on the wall which contrast its colours.

I heard as he closed the door behind him and came to stand by me. "Come on, and you shouldn't be standing on your feet so much." Without touching me, he showed me the way to the couch and instructed me to sit down, and when I did, King came and sat right at my feet. I smiled down at the friendly dog but lifted my head at the voice of his master.