You confuse me

I stared at the half torn picture on the floor. I picked it up and recognized Elizabeth standing next to Damon, there was a hand on her shoulder and it didn't seem like it belonged to Damon but to the person at the right side of which I couldn't recognized.

What gave off the gender of the unknown person beside Elizabeth was the rugged look of his hand, the other side that held the person's face was torn out perfectly.

It baffles me how every clue I get always end up being torn, who ever is doing this must have a skill for tearing up things.

My mind can't be at rest with every dead end I meet each time I am one step close in fixing the puzzle.

There was a knock on my door which made me hide the diary and picture under my bed and quickly threw the duvet on myself and pretended like I was asleep.

The door to my room opened wide as I couldn't help looking, I closed my eyes shut when I saw Damon walk in, he locked the door behind him before I felt my bed press deep.

He threw his hand on my face to see if I was sleeping and I held in my fake sleeping position so well that he believed. I had no idea what he wanted to do but it became clear when he rested his palm on my tummy.

I felt really weird and I could no longer hold it in, I wanted to react harshly before he would think of doing anything to me but what he did next shocked me totally.

His voice was low and quiet that you might not be able to hear him if you weren't close. "I love you, but it is best this way" he whispered.

For some reason my heart actually skip a beat, I knew he wasn't talking to me but the baby, I just would never had thought he had a heart. This changed my perspective of him a little.

I was able to keep calm until he left the room before I could breathe properly.

The very next day I was let out of the room so I could have breakfast. I forced out a greeting with a wide smile, one that anyone would see and term it fake. Beatriz apologize for yesterday event and that she was sorry that I got to witness it, I took her apology since she was the only one who felt it was decent to apologise.

For the entire three minutes that I was there not once did Damon look at my face, not that it mattered. I was still perplexed by his constant switch in emotion, sometimes he is cold and sometimes he is welcoming and warm. I witnessed that last night.

I reached out for the chicken and Damon did as well, we had this awkward stare before Damon retreated and apologized unknowingly which brought in yet another pause from the both of us before Damon returned to his food like nothing just happened.

I ignored him as well and put more focus on my meal. The entire breakfast was a drag, there was no fun at all, just boring! At least Xander would've made it fun if he was here, I guess he got punished too.

"For every meal you eat shall be added to the money you owe" Damon said right out of the blue which made my chicken fall to the ground.

I stared at him with shock in my eyes, this was unbelievable, how far can he go with this? Just when I was starting to think that within that cold personality there lies a good man and that he was just masking to live up to people expectations of him, and now.... Boom! There goes another bomb that quickly change my view.

"Damon.... I thought we talked about this, son, unless proven guilty Priscilla shouldn't be treated as a thief and am sure you don't expect her to starve, she is carrying your's and Elizabeth child......"

"Stop it!" Damon roared which echoed throughout the mansion. "Not a single word about this child" he said before he stormed off.

Beatriz sat back at her seat with tears flooding her eyes as she wailed while repeating how she had failed in raising her child, this was the same way Janet had cried but hers was a lot touching because her daughter had passed away in the worst way possible. While Beatriz son roams about wrecking havoc on the mention of the child in my womb.

This surrogacy thing was starting to feel like a nightmare one I can't wake up from until after nine months.

I decided to gather up courage to confront Damon. I was feeling brave until I knocked on his door and that moment my leg turned jelly and I felt like chickening out.

He open the door but didn't look happy to see my face. "May I have a word with you?" I asked while at his doorstep.

"Not now, I am in a meeting" he replied before trying to close the door, I stopped the door from closing but my hand paid the price, I wince in pain as I held my hand which had no turn red from the door marking.

"Are you alright?" He asked before pulling me into his room and sat me on his bed, he took my hand and examined it. "Wait here let me get the first aid" he said to me before turning off his laptop and airpod, I guess he wasn't lying after all.

He opened a cabinet in his room and brought a box with a red cross sign on it and laid it on the bed. He took my hand and applied ointment on it before blowing on it continuously, I was uncomfortable but his tenderness made me feel less alarmed

"What was it you wanted to say that just couldn't wait?!" He said looking at me, I tried to avoid his gaze but his eyes on me we're is persistent.

I finally gave up trying to avoid him and stared back at him. He looked really handsome up close, his eyes were calm and dreamy, his lips..... they looked tasteful and showed what seemed to me like as a smile.