DECISION

DECISION

“Has a decision been made by you? Flora enquiries.

Although my encounter with Evans was a week ago, I still frequently think about it. I feel like I'm going crazy when I add that to my concerns about my dad.

Yes, I answer. I'm not going to do it. I don't believe I can pull it off, so you were right.

My hand is encircled by hers. We'll find another method to obtain the funds, she said.

I nod, but since I know I won't, I choose to talk about something else instead. What date have you chosen? Taking a sip of my coffee, I inquire. I take a look through a book of bridal attire.

Yes, she replies with a smile. fifteenth of October.

Williams, Flora's fiance, is her roommate. I got the best job as her maid of honor because they were high school sweethearts and have been engaged for a while.

I browse in her direction. You haven't chosen the dress yet, are you?

Say nothing! There are difficulties. On the table, she lays another book. especially now that Caroline Leonard's debut collection of gowns has just been released.

Caroline Leodard: "Who is she?"

I get an eye roll from her. The real world needs more of your time, I'm afraid. Wedding dress creator Caroline Leonard, The Leonards,are the most well-known family; they resemble the Kardashians without the sex tapes and reality TV show, and they are actually talented.

Looking through the book, I remark, "These are pretty."Williams enters through the front door, which suddenly opens. Greetings, Ciara. Towards me, he beams.

I nod. "Hey. When is it exactly?

Williams  kisses Flora's forehead and announces, "1 thirty."

I'm standing. I must depart. Even though I started working at four, I still had homework.

Flora offers to take you.

Thank you, but no. I need to get outside.

The following day at school, I'll see you.

Williams  and I bid each other farewell before I leave. An individual is waiting outside my apartment when I arrive. He's standing against the wall, wearing a suit, and I stop when I see him.

"Evans?"

Towards me, he grins. It's about time, Miss Damien

Why are you in this location? While opening the door, I enquire. How did you discover where I live? Starting with your application.

I enter my apartment and am relieved to hear silence because it indicates that Adams  isn't there. Evans waves his hand as I attempt to walk past him through a wider door. Women come first.

In my tiny apartment, he seems so big. He has a fancy condo, and this place is nothing.

Why are you in this location? I re-ask, agitated and anxious. It's an invasion of my privacy that he came to my house to find me.

He asks, looking around, "You live alone?"

My roommate is here.

He takes a brief pause and gives me a serious look. "You didn't call," she said.

'No,' I replied.

He asks reassuringly, "Why?"

"You want a child, Evans, therefore I'll give you a pregnancy.  This is a significant event. Please look for someone else because I'm sorry I can't do it.

For a moment, he remains silent. What amount of cash do you require? You father can come with me if you want. Please just say it.

Why pay more if you can get someone else for a lot less money?

There is no issue with money. You don't understand who I am, Ciara, and I don't want just any woman carrying my baby.

Consequently, exactly who are you?

His expression turns tense as he tightens his jaw. Someone said, "I hold a lot of power."Like a famous person?

Unwillingly, he sighs. Money isn't a concern for me right now, so that's what matters. You are the kind of decent, clean person I want carrying my child. Is that really that challenging to grasp?

Okay, I have no idea. Sitting here, I try to process what has just been said. It's challenging.

It wouldn't be necessary for Ciara to worry about anything. He moves in my direction with evident purpose. All you have to do is show up; you won't need to work, worry about money, or schedule doctor's appointments. While you are carrying my child, I won't leave you here alone.

Why do you want to have a child? I inquire as I turn to face him.

I don't like questions, as I already stated.

The eyes roll. You're asking me to carry your child, but you won't respond to a straightforward inquiry?

He reaches for a chair and sits down in front of me, but he doesn't appear to be happy. Close. I'm looking for a reason for living. Children appear to work.

And you have no romantic relationships whatsoever?

His eyebrows are raised. Do you believe I would be present if I did?

Perhaps not.

"I know we've only met, and I know you probably don't trust me, but I'm serious about this," You're to carry the child I want, please.

His hypnotic blue eyes hold me spellbound as I gaze into them. He must have a girlfriend, how else could it be? Clearly a wealthy and influential individual, and it's hard to look at him without thinking how handsome he is. The only explanation is that, by God, he has a mysterious and dreadful past or something.

Really, could I pull this off? Nine months of my life have passed while I've been pregnant with a child that I ultimately have to give away.

It takes me a while to realize that Evans has taken something from his coat pocket—a checkbook and pen—and he is holding it there. Something is written on it by him. From the moment you become pregnant, this will be yours.

My eyes enlarge as I look down at the check's number. "Two hundred fifty thousand dollars? It's too much Evans.

"Ciara, this is just the start. I assure you that doing this won't be regrettable.

"If I say yes,"

You will not work today; instead, screening will start the following day.

I'll keep attending classes, I promise.

He gives a nod. We are adaptable to work around your schedule. I'd like to continue working, too. I carry on despite his head shaking already. "I've got bills to pay,"

"I'll pay them,"

My head shakes. You're not getting it. When all of this is over, what do I do? No aspect of my life can be abandoned.

"That won't be a problem. I can assist you in finding employment if you want it after giving birth. Recognize me.

I should be able to find a good job in nine months since I will have earned my degree by then. Does this really cross my mind? My family's photo is displayed on my phone as I look down at it. I want my parents to be like they were when they were laughing and my dad was grinning. Because we are short on funds, I can't let my father pass away. He requires my assistance. In truth, there is no other option. I have to carry out their request.

I sigh and try to get rid of the worry. "I'll carry it out."

Ciara, I'm grateful. His smile causes his blue eyes to meet mine, and even though I'm uneasy, I feel a rush of energy rush through me.

There is no turning back at this point.